The Forsaken Hero

The blonde elf smiled at my shortness, appearing so confident despite an environment that must have been utterly foreign. "Why don't we begin with an introduction. We serve the War Hero, in all his greatness. If I'm not mistaken, you are the Sun Hero's slave. Hard to believe he's into someone so... immature." I glared as she leaned forward, granting a sight of the dark crevice of her cleavage. She lazily gestured to the brunette." This here is Niece. And this, " pointing to the red haired elf, "Kirla. You may call me Rochelle."

She looked at me expectantly, frowning as I continued to stare at them. "And you are?" she finally said, a flash of irritation crossing her face.

"Xiviyah."

"The broken one, Or, perhaps, vanquished? Quite the interesting name for a hero."

"She don't look much like a hero," Kirla said, idly playing with a lock of crimson hair. "Her mana's only able to handle third-circle spells, maybe fourth, if she prays hard enough. Even the pitiful Sun Hero can command fifth-circle magic."

I unconsciously activated the Eyes of Fate, nearly leaning back as an invisible brilliance burst out from the slaves. I barely kept the shock off my face. Even the weakest of them could cast fourth-circle!

As I activated the Eyes, the smile faded from Kara's lips. The intensity of her gaze increased, with a corresponding rise in the magic Aura around her. Must be an identification spell, or something. That was odd, as most of those fell under the Fate magic umbrella, but not impossible.

"Whatever," she mumbled, letting the spell go. It dawned on me that the Fate Eyes must have some sort of interference effect that prevented her magic. If I could learn to use that independent of the Eyes...

Rochelle cleared her throat, speaking loudly to regain control of the situation. "After being so long from the others, I admit to being anxious about the outcome of the duel. Challenging a party with unknown force seems foolish, but it seems his call was worth it. Just as we'd expect from the War Hero."