Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave and Anneliese talked for a long while before Argrave’s hunger started to eat at him, and they elected to return. On the way back, Argrave’s Brumesingers greeted him, climbing all over him like a friend sorely missed. Argrave could almost feel their worry for him.

Their fur was growing shades darker. It seemed they had food enough to live well in this place. It was a testament to the Alchemist’s callous nature, he supposed. It also served as a reminder not to step out of line.

But after a time, Argrave left them outside once more, entering into the Alchemist’s home alongside Anneliese. As they walked through the halls of the Alchemist’s home, faint voices echoed through the halls. They cast a glance at each other, and then Argrave rushed towards its source.

Argrave turned the corner to where Durran’s body had been resting. Galamon was looking at him, evidently hearing his approach long ago. Durran—or was it Garm? —twisted his head to look at Argrave.

“Argrave,” Galamon greeted.

Without words, Argrave stepped up to the other person in the room. A pair of golden eyes watched him, the purple light of the Alchemist’s abode reflecting off the golden tattoos on his skin.

He stared for a long while. Eventually, Durran took a deep breath. “Garm is gone,” he disclosed.

The words hit harder than Argrave thought they would. Perhaps he hadn’t accepted it. Perhaps he was holding onto the belief that some strange miracle would happen. But now, seeing Durran standing, it was like he’d seen the body in the coffin.

“I am sorry for deceiving you,” Durran continued, looking at Argrave. His gaze shifted to Anneliese as she entered. “For deceiving all of you. But what happened… it was something I strongly feel needed to happen. And Garm wanted this.”

At that moment, Argrave recalled something his father had told him once. He turned his body slightly to the side. Then he rotated again, throwing a punch as though something was behind Durran. His middle knuckle struck the man right in the nose.

Take a stance, rotate your hips, keep your wrist straight… and punch right through ‘im, his dad had insisted.

Maybe his dad was right, or maybe he was lucky. Regardless, Durran’s head jerked back and his knees buckled, and he stumbled backwards before falling against the ground. Argrave stood there, still tense. That was the first time he had ever punched anyone. Durran wasn’t small, by any means—well built, tall for normal-sized people, but Argrave had downed him. His hand hurt, but he felt a strange rush of relief.

He heard Anneliese gasp, and even Galamon looked a little surprised. Argrave stepped forward. Durran already regained his bearings. He scrambled upwards, ready to fight. Argrave only pointed.

“Don’t ever pull anything like that again,” Argrave declared.

Durran rose to his feet, one hand on his bleeding nose. His wide eyes stayed locked on Argrave for a long time, and then he nodded.

“I don’t want to see you for a while,” Argrave lowered his hand. “We’ll talk when I’ve got a cool head. Right now, I’m feeling like doing something we’ll both regret.”

“…alright,” Durran answered, voice nasally.

Argrave turned and left, storming down the hall. Anneliese quickly moved after him.

Once they were a decent distance away, Argrave asked, “Why did I do that?”

“Because you were angry,” Anneliese answered.

damn it all. I can’t be doing stupid things

be good thing,” she

in the

what he has done. Subliminally… if this can be overcome, he would see

frown for a while, and then began walking back to him room once again. Once he

his hand. “I do not need unnecessary variables in my observation.” He closed the book, then turned his head. “Regardless, your writing has regained some clarity. I expect you to describe how your body felt during that foolish

slowly, feeling unsettled, tense, and angry. The second he wanted to hold Anneliese’s hand, she was already doing so. He found

would do something for you,” Argrave spoke. “What

looked at him, evidently ignorant of

will stop Gerechtigkeit,” the Alchemist said

had chosen to fight

I will,”

had a reaction to the vow, he displayed none. He held his hand out. His finger unfurled, revealing a set of black eyes with

receives these? The

the saddest part of all, by his estimation. His throat tightened, and Argrave swallowed to dispel the feeling. The eyes seemed to have some intangible magic

I think

only you can answer. Do I

need time to think,” Argrave rephrased,

two black eyes. He walked away

Anneliese’s hand. He strode to

pulled

Argrave stopped her. “Let’s sit for

blankets, frozen, then nodded.

shaking his head. “Christ.

be helpful,” Anneliese conceded. “He wrote a letter to me, too. He described them. Apparently, they’ll function as any other A-rank mage’s eyes, retaining their ability to perceive another’s magic, and

me.” He turned his head over to her. “A bit morbid, inheriting someone’s eyes. Since you remembered, can I

I can…” he saw a chill run through her. “The idea of subjecting

noted, putting his hand to her cheek.

and Anneliese regained some vigor. Argrave fell back to the bed, thinking on the matter. He pondered his eyes,

I’m Black Blooded, now I’ve got golden eyes with black sclera… can’t get

“I get

never on the table. I

conflicted. Talk to me,” she reminded

Argrave trailed off. “Would feel… very, very wrong to refuse them. A man donates his organs to me, I toss them out because they’re the wrong color? Talk about desecrating the dead,

present them to Durran?” Anneliese

know. He’s very free-spirited. I’m not sure if… well,” he trailed off, but

you recall Helmuth?” Anneliese questioned. “The man had eyes like purple