Not being blessed with the soul guard just yet meant that no matter where he went, everyone knew. Everyone knew who was 'taking care of' him. It was hard to talk to others, not only was he low in rank, but there was also the stigma of not wanting to start something with the family he was in service too.
He'd sigh as he rubbed his face. He was still young, only in his twenties. They were being rather assertive in their show of 'ownership'. He was quickly learning just how unnatural a strength in healing magic was found among witches. And just how easily the family taking care of him was ready to jump down other peoples throats in response.
And with him not gaining the spell to hide his soul, he couldn't walk outside the realm. He was stuck in more ways than one...
Flipping through the charred remains of a book he had come in contact with, one the family didn't approve of, he sighed and let it drop to the roots of the tree. The other failed attempts to learn other magic there in the ashes of their remains. Leaning against the tree, he looked up through the leaves from the branch he sat on. A hand held up as he looked at it, activating some of his magic. A soft warmth came from his hand... it made him wonder if he could use fire magic... or lightening magic.... his brows pushed together.
They weren't going to let him find out... and without a teacher, just doing magic could be dangerous. He could have a backlash that could take a hand... an arm... his life... his sanity.
Another sigh as he let down the arm, stopping the magic. Staring off into space. Contemplating what exactly his life is going to be now that he was older, now that he understood what it meant to accept their offer of being housed for his services. To agree to only learning one kind of magic. Of how it was unfair to allow his child self to set the terms of how he'll live forever.
Was there a way out? He was too young to know, and a titleless witch held no respect to the public... so who was going to side with him to be his salvation. That and witches were all rather vein. Wanting their own success. So if one was to be his salvation, just what sort of venom would he have to accept. And what sort of false freedom would he find next.
His stomach grumbled. Causing him to adjust and float down. Pulling out a map he had started making of the forest, he gained his grounds and floated off to where he had found forgeable items before. Hoping there was still enough, as he hated being so well known thanks to those who wanted to keep him to themselves. A hand came up to his forehead... if only he could hide this eye... and well the feathers on him too... aaaah why was he so different looking.
Ah right... he was different entirely. Mmmm... maybe they'll let him take up cooking and other things he could fill his time with while being indoors until he can gain his soul protect spell.
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