33 Wealth Redistribution (1/2)

We are all born with a fate

Which we'll come to love or hate

-prophecy of the duskbringer

Third day of the Fifth week of Autumn, First bell of the morning…

Sylvia was awesome, she knew this of herself, it was an indisputable fact.

These were her thoughts as she carefully lifted the jeweled necklace from the display stand while hanging upside down with her leg curled around a rope.

Sylvia secured the loot in a special pouch that hung at her side before flipping upright and ascending the rope rapidly, her calgaree heritage turning the climb into an easy one.

Indeed, she felt that she was born for this job, her five foot four inch lean and sinewy stature made it rather easy to slip into places others would desire to keep her out of.

Her glossy black fur made nighttime concealment a natural affair, one would think those defining silver streaks and contouring in her fur made it easier to spot her, but she kept well wrapped in dark cloth whenever she went on a nightly stroll to prevent them betraying her identity.

Sylvia only had to be careful of her large luminous green eyes, however she hid those by wrapping a thin gauze over them, she was still able to see fairly well but they were far less obvious than before in the dark.

While many professionals in her line of work were in their twenties or thirties, Sylvia was merely fourteen years old last month, eighteen in human years if you were counting.

She was fully grown despite her diminutive frame and near impossible to stop with any lock, mundane or magical, they all fell before her alike.

Indeed she had broken no less than three to gain entry here, and then another two securing the display cases themselves.

Sylvia reached the roof and flipped herself onto it, landing silently thanks to both the pads on her feet and a sound dampening field she had cast with the aid of her wind magic.

She gave her rope a tug with her mana and waited a moment as it wrapped itself quickly around her waist, the enchanted cord thin and light, then she disappeared from her location, only a blurry figure traveling silently over the rooftops at night.

Sylvia was a dual affinity mage, wind and fire, a prodigy for a Calgaree, but it was a special magic she had developed and experimented with that truly set her a cut above the rest and paved her larcenous path.

One evening when she was twelve Sylvia had been trying to meld her attributes to create lightning magic just like her childhood storybook hero Flanagan Rodgers.

She had been at it for months and was close to succeeding, yet that night something went very wrong, or depending on your perspective, very right…

The mana Sylvia had been struggling to compress and mix finally did, although the effect was not what she had anticipated.

The hair on Sylvia's right arm had all poofed, standing on end as she felt the mana flow and convert into a current through the magic circle she created at the tips of her fingers.

What happened next was a brilliant arc of… nothing?

Sylvia had felt like she had succeeded, yet there was no electricity appearing, nothing appeared to have changed.

Sylvia frowned, her ears flattening to her head in frustration, the magic had to have done something.

She had felt no mana rebound, neither had the magic circle collapsed. Everything indicated that a magical effect had occurred.

”Did I just create invisible lightning!” Sylvia gleefully exclaimed.

So her curiosity and pride stoked Sylvia naturally started experimenting.

Starting with ordinary mundane objects scattered around her room she started poofing, with no apparent results.

There did not seem to be any discernible difference before and after her new magic was applied, no grounding effect, no discernable damage, at least until she pulled one of her favourite rodent snacks from its cage.

Sylvia placed the fat juicy luppie into a box and took aim.

The fingers of her right arm splayed wide and her left arm supporting it for increased steadiness, she closed her left eye and concentrated.

Poof, her arm hairs rose once more, Sylvia stopped and looked at the luppie, examining it for any changes.

It squirmed a bit and twitched its whiskers before baring its teeth at Sylvia.

Great, even her snack was mocking her now.

”Ha defiant little luppie aren't you.” Sylvia norted, ”Well lets see how you like being a midnight snack later then.

At this point, Sylvia was tired and running low on mana despite having meditated several times to restore it.

She pointed her hand once more and constructed the magic circle and blasted the impudent rodent with all she had left.

Once done she rubbed her tired eyes, only to hear a soft hissing of sparks.

Startled she looked up to see the magitech examination tool her mother had given her for her tenth birthday sparking with its magitech circuits melting.

She had been using it to try and discern the effects of her tests and had lain it next to the box, it seemed she had hit it as well in the last blast.

Drat, how was she going to explain that to her mom, a swift paddling would be imminent.

Picking it up she tried using The tool, only to confirm that it was now no better than an ordinary looking glass.

Sweat rolled down her back as she thought of the variety of canes her mother would possibly when she found out it was broken, the tool was not a cheap one and was meant for her training for the next couple years.

Sylvia quickly hid it under her mattress for now, she would think of something to tell her mother soon.

That done her ears twitched, a sickly coughing had sounded from the luppie.

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Sylvia bounded back to the box before recoiling.

There the luppie was lying on its side in a pile of its fallen fur, disgusting lumps and bulges were growing on its bare skin as it swelled and bloated, its weak screechings pitiful to the ear.

Sylvia watched this in wide eyed horror until the luppie had reached critical and exploded, splattering her face with its remains.

Her mother had found Sylvia sobbing and shivering in the bathroom when she came home, smelling of things best left untold.