Rahhe waited with bated breath. Would she get assigned to the north, east, south, or west sector of this region? She hoped for the south, it was relatively quiet but when there was trouble it was a good challenge and rewarding… in Black Rose blood.
Master Lleb looked at his young protégé and wondered about her. How could anyone as young as her hold such tremendous power and not seem to realize it? Oh, true she knew she was one of the strongest among the Circle, but did she know that she was the third strongest Gray magic user in the world? The old man couldn't help but feel grateful that she didn't follow the Black path towards destruction, and that she used her powers to help White Rose Circle to oppose The Black Rose Clan.
"Well," the petite young woman said, reaching across the table for the manila envelope. "Let's see whose going to be my new grouping."
Within the White Rose Circle there was the head council in England who took care of the whole Circle. Each country that the WRC inhabited was divided into four sectors: north, south, east and west. In these districts operated four groups of five each.
Each group patrolled the area they were assigned in an attempt to catch any of the Black Rose Clan, preferably before they committed a murder. Unfortunately that wasn't always the case.
The Black Rose Clan was a family of assassins which was created over three hundred years ago. They were Black mages of the worst sort; killing others and stealing the magical energies that was released in their moment of death. The WRC was formed shortly after the death of a young woman named Susan. Susan was a member of a prestigious family of mages who didn't particularly follow the news of the killings. After the girl's death, though, her father and elder brother formed a group called White Rose, its purpose was to eradicate the Black Rose assassins.
Those men and women worked secretly using whatever means possible to track down the murderers. The hardest part of all was the assassins' proficiency in their methods, all that they left at the murder site was a black rose clutched in the victim's hand, hence their name.
The elderly man shook himself out of his thoughts as Rahhe opened the envelope. He waited with bated breath as his pupil, his daughter in all senses of the word despite their lack of blood relation, read the parchment inside.
"Well, student of mine?" He smiled to cover his nervousness, he didn't really have anything to be worried about, but he loved her so much. The world had already taken her family from her when she was three years old he didn't really want her to go into the world and to see what a cruel place it could be.
She looked up with a frown. "I got the East sector, Tori's group. I wonder why they gave me that section." She mused to herself.
"There's a really high class boarding school there." He supplied an answer. "The counsel wants all its members to get at least a high school education. You're a pretty smart cookie," he said with a proud smile. She blushed a little at his praise but still didn't look to happy.
"I guess I was just hoping to get a busier sector than that." She was hoping to at least see some action. Not that Rahhe was blood thirsty or anything, she just felt that she was given this magic and she should use it, both to prevent murders and to avenge those who already died.
Like her parents.
~*~
"Well this is it!" After getting over her initial disappointment, Rahhe had quickly gone to pack her bags. "I'm glad I'm going to the same group as Ariel, at least I'll know some one." After she had read all of the information on how to get to her new apartment, (she was to bunk with the other four members of the group) where her school was and what her classes were and what the boundaries of their sector is her longtime friend Ariel had burst in the conference room.
"Rahhe! Rahhe!" Ariel had yelled. "I got assigned already!" The girl had had been assigned to the other free spot mentioned in the envelope.
Rahhe smiled to herself. She had always been a quiet, reserved child but that hadn't fazed the energetic brunette much. She had immediately taken the then four year old child under her wing. Rahhe's smile turned into a grin as she remembered a conversation she had 'accidentally' over heard a few years later.
Ariel's mother had been talking to her teacher, Master Lleb. "Well, I'm certainly glad young Rahhe hasn't been any more traumatised by my daughter than she already was." Master Lleb had replied, "That's the thing, Diana. She was too young, she knows what happened, but she doesn't remember it." That's when Rahhe had decided to sneak away.
The girl stopped packing her bags. Everyone seemed to think she didn't remember the night her parents had died. She didn't like to lie to her teacher and friends, but she didn't want them to worry about her. She remembered it as if it happened yesterday.
Her father had just come back from resigning from his group. He was getting too old to be chasing the bad men down he had told his little daughter. The child's mother was in the kitchen cooking dinner. Rahhe herself had been hiding in the closet because she knew that after dinner she had to have a bath, and then it would be bed time.
Rahhe closed her green eyes as she remembered that awful night…
