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Jacorek materialized with a torchlight too his side, and the voices of panic filled men rising and falling all around him. As his vision fully returned and adjusted to the dimmer light, his eyes latched to the men running by, there wide eyes growing wider at seeing him.

One called out, “Jacorek,” in a whisper before shouting his name and running by. Two people stood in front of the wooden door; there eyes set, not moving, only the tall man glanced back at the sound of Jacorek name being called out.

That man had no name, despite Jacorek having meet him before. The woman only smiled when he had asked, and said, he was her friend, a companion, and he was no concern to him as long as their deal stayed in place. Jacorek had begun calling him Shadow, due to his dark plated armor, faceless visage, and following the woman.

Jacorek strode up to them, knowing full well there was a window they could see through into the next chambers. The woman only then glanced over her shoulder; the torchlight made her red hair shimmer a fiery color, and her blue eyes were sharp and annoyed.

“James,” she said as if speaking to herself.

“What have you done?” Jacorek hissed at her, pushing her aside to look through the window. She moved easily, but Shadow placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. Jacorek ignored it, even shrugged the weight off, as he saw through the window and the darkened room; it was too dark, normally he could see a figure or people inside.

No. He could. There were bodies laying just beyond the door.

Jacorek spun to the woman. “What have you done?” he shouted at her, banging the door.

The woman scoffed. “You said he was ours—”

“He is mine,” Jacorek growled. “I have use for him. Our deal was you could observe him, not take his damn cuffs off.”

The woman straightened out, her eyes sharpening. “How are we too observe him when he doesn’t even have access to what we want?”

“You idiots,” he cursed in elvish before reaching for the door.

The woman gave a long look to Shadow before stepping back. The plated fellow stepped in front of her as the door opened; dark magic washed through them like a hot wave of wind.

Jacorek’s jaw clenched against the wave of magic and stepped through, his own magic began to radiate and slowly come into view as the dark magic pushed against it; he could hear the boy groaning and sniffling, suffering from the effects of the magic gone wild.

Synric. His thoughts shuffled, images of a baby striking him clearly, the same images he had in dreams, the same ones that Meyorin words had drawn forth; he could feel that emotion begin to dwindle and die away, but it wasn’t seeping away as fast as it did before. Panic was mixed with those emotions; the kid would die if he couldn’t get the magic in control.

“Synric!” Jacorek shouted, despite not needing too but it felt like he was underwater; the runes had done little to help it seemed. The magic stopped at his voice, and then seemed to concentrate ahead, the room grew slightly brighter but he still could not see the bars of the prison; Jacorek stopped as a shiver coursed through his spine. All was strangely quiet, as the magic continued to ball and grow in strength. Then it exploded straight towards him like an arrow.

He side-stepped just as the magic shot by him. Well, now he knew how the bodies ended up piled by the door.

The magic dispersed as it hit the wall behind and the room grew dark again, swimming in magic.

Jacorek stepped forward and pushed through. “Control it child,” he said. The magic gathered again, the room growing brighter; he was certain now that Synric was still in his cage, he could just barely see a glimpse of the steel bars.

“I…” came a moments voice, before the magic lurched forward. Jacorek moved fluidly, side-stepping with a quick bounce. He kept his hiss pain inwardly as a burning sensation blossomed along his forearm.

The chamber wasn’t big. He had been here twice and knew that the bars, he could no longer see, where at least twenty steps away from the door. As he moved closer, not daring to speak again, he saw another body appear from the darkness; Jacorek frowned as he went to step over the dead man when a random clumping of magic struck him in the chest.

His breath seemed to disappear from him; his shield disappeared leaving a cold tinge against his body. Such raw magic, he thought as his mind flickered to possibilities, to what these people would want him for. Then he saw a flicker of silver at the corpses hand; the cuffs. He reached down and held on to them tightly, this was his only chance.

“Leave,” Synric voice strained, before a short-pained sob echoed in the room. A snarl crossed Jacorek lips as he pushed forward; the magic had dimmed at Synric voice, but at the sob it began to grow heavy again, swirl around, running randomly; the shadows lashed at him and the burning sensation seemed to blossom all over Jacorek’s body.

He pushed forward.

The bars at last came into focus. Finally. He breathed an easy sigh as he followed the bars until he came to the gate; it was open.

“Synric,” he said again slowly; the magic began to focus, somewhere ahead. Eight feet. “All your life you’ve controlled it; you can still do it now.” He said shifting his weight; the magic swarmed for him, wider than he anticipated, he leaped, rolled, and was surprised to sense the magic shifting and changing towards him. He jumped forward, but felt a sharp pang hit his leg. The pain crawled upwards like hot ice. Then the magic dispersed swirling once again.

Jacorek stood watching as the magic ran out of Synric. The boy was on his hands and knees, head down, his hair no longer a full silver-white and instead had turned mostly black and purple. His breathing was labored, and looked pale, bloodless.

Jacorek lurched forward gripping the boy’s arm, the cold, clammy flesh sending a shudder into his mind.

Synric jumped, looking towards him. His eyes were a dark color, no longer the gentle green and amber; “No!” Synric screamed and the magic gathered back around them, both, lashing and tearing like an wild animal caged and hopeless; Jacorek winced and grunted, and felt his grip loosening as Synric pulled away.

“Fight it!” Jacorek screamed. Synric froze, and for a spilt second the darkness around his eyes flickered into an amber hue. Jacorek pulled him back, clipping the cuffs along his wrist.

Instantly the chambers grew brighter. Synric gasped, eyes rolling back before he fell limp. Instinctively, Jacorek held him up for, his own breathing heavy as he looked at the unconscious kid.

He was unharmed, but his skin still lacked the warmth that it should, tears stained his cheeks, and his chest moving was the only real certainty the boy was alive. His hair returned white, except at the edges where it was stained black.

Jacorek sighed a heavy sigh as he laid Synric down. He straightened up and looked towards the door; the torchlight was visible through the window. The woman and the man were probably long gone.

He gave one last long look at Synric before moving away, locked the gate, and went towards the door with heavy footsteps. As he closed the door behind him, an unfortunate looking man that went white at seeing him straightened into attention. “Jacorek, the lady—” He didn’t finish that sentence.

Jacorek hands were around the man’s throat and pinned him against the wall; the man struggled in his grasp slapping at his hand before reaching outwardly; his arms were too short to do anything. “Tell me exactly what she wants from him,” He said at a sharp whisper, “And maybe, I won’t kill you as payment for saving his life.”

The man went cold to the touch, as cold as Synric had been.

“H-his magic,” He started.

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