The Mistakes of Our Ancestors

The year is 693. In a world wear humans and magical beings are separated, blood is everything. The Halflings, a race created by the mating of magical and non-magical blood, are unwanted. At least, they were until the magical military were wiped out by a mysterious villain. Bambrielle, Onyx, Lucas and Astrid are the four smartest Halflings in the world, and it is their job to find this monster. Can they even manage it? They will need to use their own unique skills to save the world as they know it, while their opponent uses his skills to destroy it. But who is really the villain? Everyone's morality is questionable now...

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8. Hibichi Kasaan

It was a stormy morning, which was surprising for mid-September. The four Halflings had decided that it would be Onyx and Bambrielle who went to speak to Hibichi, the current headmaster at the Ceres Institute. They had had the best relationship with him during their time there, so it made sense.

Bambrielle was wearing her armour again, as she usually did, with two swords at her hips, but with a puffy jacket to protect her from the rain. Onyx on the other hand was wearing leather trousers and a big, black hoodie.

The institute looked like something from a horror film. Lightning streaked across the dark sky behind the mansion-like building and lit it up menacingly. They wasted no time making their way to the big front doors.

Onyx flicked his wrist away from his companion, as if pulling something away from her, and she was dry instantly. The water hung in the air for a moment, before he pushed it out the door. Once he, too, had been dried up they made their way to Hibichi’s office.

They knew the route well, having lived at the institute for years. Oh the memories they had of this place… Bambrielle smiled, remembering when she begged the other Halflings to show her their special abilities. Then, there was that one time when Lucas got a little too drunk and was running around the grounds, convinced he was a Catman Halfling.

They knocked on the white, wooden door to Hibichi’s office. When he came to the door, it was clear that something was wrong. His black ponytail was messy and askew, his glasses hanging lopsidedly on his nose. His pale green eyes were frantic.

“Hibichi, what’s going on?” Bambrielle sensed no one else in the room behind her old headmaster.

“Please, come in.”

Drawers were flung away from their respective spots, filing cabinets were crushed and battered, papers were strewn about the room, and a plant pot had been knocked over. Clearly something had happened here.

“I came to my office this morning to find the place like this. I always lock the doors and windows before I leave, and as you can see, the window has been smashed.” He looked sadly around his once tidy office, “I can guess why you’re here; you want files of all the Halflings?”

“Yes, were they taken?” Onyx asked.

“Most of them were, the only ones remaining are in this cabinet.” Hibichi propped up the only filing cabinet that hadn’t been opened. The blue-grey metal was bashed in, as if struck with something extremely heavy with incredible force. He unlocked he first drawer and pulled out the files inside.

Three drawers later, the last of the remaining records were stacked up on the desk.

“These contain all the information for each Halfling, but I’m afraid that these are just the files for Hunters, Angels, Wizards and Witches, Vampires and Catmen.” Hibichi sighed as he collapsed into his chair. He hated mess; the state of his office must have been killing him.

And the fact that confidential information was who-knows-where.

“Thank you, I have a feeling that the person who did this is probably the one we’re looking for,” Bambrielle deduced as she helped Onyx fill a plastic bag with the files, “It’s a good idea to remove anything that could incriminate you, and we’re pretty sure that it’s a Halfling we’re chasing.”

Hibichi nodded sadly “It would be a shame to think that someone could do such a thing. You should go, the sooner this Halfling is caught the better.”

They said their good byes and left. The storm hadn’t let up, if anything it was probably worse. The rain had been replaced by hail stones, bouncing high off the pavement. The two pulled their hoods up and hurried back to their headquarters to tell the Astrid and Lucas what they had discovered.

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