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Aelita

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Every once and a while, Initiates get a day off. Most of the time, it was not out of kindness or intent on the proctors’ side. Rather, it was just how their schedule came to be.

In Aelita’s case, she had a day between getting back from one mission to departing on the next. She decided to spend it in some Vel Anir markets – even though she possessed less spending money compared to her high-born compatriots.

The armor laid unworn back at her dorm. Rather, Aelita wore a relatively simple outfit with a hood to block out some of the sun. The staff also remained at the Academy. She walked through the marketplace while snacking on a piece of dried... pork? Something.

As she looked at the different babbles and trinkets surrounding her, Aelita’s pouch full of her meager amount of coin jingled and jangled. Unfortunately for her, this caught the attention of an individual with sticky fingers.

THUNK

Someone walking the opposite direction down the path bumped into Aelita. A common occurrence in the city – Aelita shrugged it off and continued forward.

But, she felt that her hips became a few pounds lighter.

Instinctively, Aelita reached for her pouch.

Gone.

Turning around, Aelita spotted the thief rushing away with her purse in hand.

Aelita took a deep breath.

Then screamed, “THHIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEFFFFF!
 

Galatea the Blasphemous

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Dressed in drab attire and a wide brim hat, Galatea could feel the migraine pounding right between eyes as if someone were hitting her with a chisel and hammer. The sun was too bright, the sky too blue, and all around her beloved Vel Anir were too many screaming children.

Did parents no longer discipline their children? When she was a child if she had even spoke without being spoken to then the proctors would beat her until she couldn’t speak— whether that was from a broken jaw, a bruised and bloody lump of tongue, or finally learning her lesson.

She had easily walked past the guards (of course she did, she was an archon and what archon couldn’t bend light to make them invisible?) to assess the state of her sickly home. Unfortunately, she had heard through the grapevine that many of the proctors that had rebelled against the new way were now dead or on the run. More exiled dreadlords. What was the republic thinking? Did they think they could just banish all the dreadlords they wants? If they kept it out Vel Anir would be without her battle mages!

And she’d fall to ruin, destruction— the elves would ravage the land and the cursed Gerra would send his armies to the East in search of land and riches! Who would have to pick up the pieces and build Vel Anir back up to its glory? Galatea, the Abysmal Archon, was willing to do so but… really, it was much better to prevent these things than to—

The blonde hissed in irritation at Aelita’s screams. That was it, she had put up with enough noisy children for the day! She was going to tell them off, and if it upset their parents then she’d rip them a new one as well!

For the love of—“ Galatea pivoted on her heel, glowering at the initiate before. “Initiate,” she recognized not the clothing but the strings of magic throughout her body. Uncut, untied— pure and unblemished magic crisscrossing like sinew over bone. “Why are you standing there? After them.” Galatea pointed at the thief, seeing all and everything, even as a sea of commoner flesh sacks hid him from Aelita’s sight. “Unless you’re the sort of fool that enjoys losing money?

Aelita
 
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A voice unfamiliar to Aelita called out. The words could seem to be just like that of the proctors roaming the halls of the Academy.

But the woman never said to stop. So, Aelita did not turn to see Galatea. She pushed forward and got into a sprint as planned.

THIEEFFF!” she screamed again.

Even Vel Anir’s thieves struggled to eat a full meal. Many suffered from malnourishment. Initiates such as Aelita? Unless the proctors willed it, they ate every day to cultivate a body capable of fighting.

So, the head start that the thief got began to dwindle.

With her yelling, shoppers stopped to turn their heads. A clear view of the crook formed from Aelita’s view.

A finger stretched out to point at the pickpocket.

THIEF!” she bellowed again.

And with a young, distressed-looking woman screaming such things, the predictable occurred.

One bystander ahead of the thief took a step forward. He stood as a rather tall, heavily built man. He merely blocked the thief’s way – not attack him. He at least had of mind to hear of the situation before harming what could have been an innocent man.

The pickpocket stopped. His head swiveled around to look for an escape. But, it was too late.

FWAAP

Using just her martial training, Aelita tackled the thief to the ground.

SNAP

She had grasped his arm – the one holding her purse – and twisted it.

A clean break. The thief yelled in pain – his voice somewhat muffled as he was shoved facedown into a prone position.

“Wha-“ the interfering man began. However, he stopped once Aelita lifted a hand and caused it to glow with her magic.

Other witnesses had a startled reaction as well. The sight of magic had a common meaning in Vel Anir: Dreadlords.

Aelita easily wrestled away her belongings. With her money reclaimed, she quickly reached into her bag to pull out a silver coin. She tossed the coin to the interfering man. The pickpocket just continued to writhe in pain beneath one of her knees.

Thanks,” she told him with a smile.

It was only at that moment that Aelita finally turned back to see the woman that called out to her. She spotted Galatea. She squinted as she attempted to recall any hint of the Archon’s identity – it was rare for Initiates to even see one in person before graduation.
 

Galatea the Blasphemous

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Well, at least this initiate hadn’t slacked on her training. Too many times Galatea could recall when arcane-proficiency was relied upon more than physical might. Of course, those were the initiates who wouldn’t pass graduation— you’d never see an actual dreadlord who wasn’t exceptional in both categories.

What was unusual was the fact that the blonde teen had rewarded the man’s foul habit. Pick pockets, whether they were children or adults, man or woman; all of them should be punished.

Oh, wait. No that coin was for the man who had went to help her. Well, she supposed she could let that slide.

Perhaps it was still from her migraine, or maybe because it was from her strict code, that Galatea stormed over to Aelita and the pickpocket. Despite her unassuming clothes (rags! The others would have said) she carried with her a overbearing presence. There was a silence that followed her, a aura that subconsciously spoke to the innate instincts of those around her.

She looked human so no one stared, but as she moved forward, somehow people knew to move away.

Initiate, punish him. Now.”

Aelita
 
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The large man that momentarily blocked the thief’s path caught the coin. A bewildered look formed on his face. But, he quickly realized that the girl he helped was a Dreadlord, and the woman approaching was likely one too.

“Uh... no... problem?” the helper told Aelita as he excused himself from the scene. He was just a simple laborer and had no desire to be dragged into Dreadlord business.

Aelita, the thief, and Galatea thus remained.

The pickpocket continued to moan on the ground. Aelita’s eyes looked up and down upon Galatea. She heard the command.

A nod in affirmation from Aelita followed.

Back in the Academy, proctors would have instructed Initiates to turnover criminals for punishment within Vel Anir to the authorities. Or at least, the sane proctors would. This remained true even before the revolution for many practical, utilitarian reasons.

First and foremost being, why trust mercurial teenagers in knowing what is a crime punishable by death or not?

Aelita stood up as she pulled the skinny thief on his feet.

Let’s go~,” she said aloud.

Too focused on the pain, the thief did not put up any resistance. Aelita began dragging the thief away. She aimed to plop him in front of the first guard post she found.
 
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Galatea the Blasphemous

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To make sure that justice would be served, Galatea followed along. Partially because she couldn’t put a name to this initiate just yet— light magic was a basic that should be taught and Aelita hadn’t done anything worthwhile with it.

What year are you, initiate?” Galatea asked the other blonde as the walked down the street. The thief had his head hanging down low, but every now and then the hidden archon would see his fingers twitch in anticipation. She had wanted to make Aelita punish the thief right as she said it (breaking a finger or two would be suitable for his transgressions, or better yet his wrist!) but if she were taking him to jail then maybe that would work as well.

Galatea knew all to well the horrors of being stuck inside a cell could bring to one’s mind.

Aelita
 
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Aelita continued to pull the thief along. The city watch’s banner could be seen just a bit ahead.

When Galatea asked her question, Aelita glanced over. A couple blinks followed as her gaze looked down for a moment.

I’ll soon graduate,” Aelita told her, “Likely the next batch or one after.

The proctors keep a tight lip on such things. One reason would be to prevent any slacking from an initiate at the tail-end of their Academy tenure.

Just after answering Galatea, Aelita spotted the guard post in its entirety. It was just a man-sized, doorless shack with the city guard’s banner flying above. A typical sight scattered around the parts of the city that the government cared about having clean.

A lightly armored watchman stood ready in front of the post. He spotted Aelita and Galatea with the thief in tow and began to walk towards them.

My name’s Aelita,” she told Galatea as the guard drew near, “May I know your name?