Within Veiled Boundaries: Shroud Over Their Eyes.

Fourteen generations it took and passed. The age of coal, to steam and into electricity. Cotton linen cloth made by machines rolls on every corner of this manor, following the estates modernizing. Wars came and went, windows buckled and replaced. Communications by letter turned digital. Much happened in a blink of a gods eye, has posed very little in term of overall change. Sure the small details altered but the outcome of the events still paved the same uniformity.

It didn't matter the winner but it's the chooses after that war that paved nesh meanings. German was the new English. The way British and American foods aren't popular. The fashion to be natural in every hair type, body lump and hairy pits. The music is all rock and anything resemblance of Pop is considered distasteful. But there still those nesh bands that were either side, universal liked regardless of the genre that they are sorted by. Having lighter hair is great, having to chemically alter it was frowned on but if you did so to be blonde - no one fusses. It's as of the world has been given a new texture pack (feeling weirdly gamer but it suited the way it all is). The public is the same as it was, the cover over it is all that seems changed. The talk of pot holes in roads or hating the wet weather still lingers on Englishman lips. Language may have took a detour into German mixing. But the common words are still typically the same.

"Arent you going to eat?" She flops the newspaper pages to take a stare of the other sibilings along this table. Her focus to attempt reading has over taken the desire to act like one of them. Forgetting to blend in. She corrects this quickly by flopping the paper at the floor at her feet. She ate a decent amount fast and then settled with acting dazed as the others do. Plenty stare empty as they are inside, she makes no expectations. They all stand as the bell is rung, they Pledge to the greater powers. It's no different to how patriotic the Americans were. They listen the athem play and speak praise for peace at the pledges end. Seated only when the leading matron running the orphanage gives command. As good blank minded children, they seated without talking among themselves and stare waiting for another command.

"Today's lesson." Blink and time flies. Having finished Pledge at the start of class and straight into learning. All the blank children have a uniform bland dullness. They aren't unique from each other, they all speak the same manner and answer only the things they learned. It has to be spoon fed to them for them to know it. They aren't even named as individuals but as their last name only.

"I refuse." Stirring from one the kids that wasn't a Seer. Commanded to baby sit the soulless numbers. It's often a punishment to be seated with the creepy silent kids. The teacher proving a point was teaching this brat thier place. The unfiltered honesty. That will all be slave workers to machine factory labour, ore mining or other low mental capacity jobs. That having no improvement to learning now will make them a useless soulless worker. It's a depressing lesson.

"Then stop making excuses, keep your mouth shut in my classroom and improve your reading better then the others." The kids really mad but can't argue back. Sits back down and head down with class work. Everyone task is to write an unique paragraph, clear basis against those that aren't able to. The children putting real effort use flourished descriptions or metaphor. The useless ones right basic fact, no flourish at all but no mistakes in writing. Machine answers.

"Read aloud your answer." Pointed at the only one who had even lifted a pencil. Pointed at her because she the only blank one that isn't like the rest.

"I didn't write anything." Honest words, "I had nothing to right about." The soulless are even surprised, turning to her page of empty. The slow turns to back dazed forwards stares. The lacking point of them being here. The teacher isnt all that surprised by this, its not defying the rules or even making a choose to nor follow instructions. It's genuine that the girl did receive the start of her paragraph and had nothing to write because of it. Anyone smart would have just raised hand to ask for one or taken from their neighbors seat but that's expecting to much from these special needs. The teacher doesn't even care, turned away to point to some other student to read. To be a contrast and shine better then the useless. They all had something to read but her. She stares blankly not to nothing but rather she was actually watching a demon messing around with the teachers desk. It was removing some very important things and plenty of next classes stuff was being tucked away else where. The demon opened a draw that been originally locked and shuffled through that papers. The slow pale expression fell the demon and the slow page turn. There was now a blaze about them, taking the papers entirely from the lock desk and moving swiftly out of the room. All the soulless watched the class door open itself and close.

"Red." Refering to the aura and is often the only useful thing that soulless tend to see and talk of. They see soul aura, the magic that flows out from beings. Clouds of mist or solid like stone. The teacher never understood this aspect since they are normal with a soul. But since they seen the desk picked through, lock draw left open. None of these child in their care mattered anymore. Leaving them unsupervised.

A whole period of class passes, the bell rings. None have anywhere to go for next lesson. So they stayed here doing whatever, be it more writing or talking. Some bully the soulless and the soulless say creepy colours back.

"You aren't like them." Among the kids, one has figures she isn't the same. She stays motionless to staring at the door. Staring at the angel and a higher demon at work. They were debating what to do since the teacher left.

"Someone stolen papers from the locked desk draw. Something terrible was written on those papers. The person that was reading them turned pale and left carrying them." She voiced not only telling the other children but for this to catch with the demon and angel, "Teacher left to chase smoke in mirrors. The paperwork never left the room." The kid hearing her nods at this and takes her hand. They walked around to the desk together. The kid goes through everything. She makes this faster by just shadow lifting the hidden stuff. Presenting it. The kid reads through the paper to the best of their abilities.

"Why would the teacher prevent the water system to turn in here?" Part of the place and looking up as seeing its already set up. Looking around and how the door is locked them in. Then looking at the details more and more, "We aren't going to live if we can't leave." Seeing thing about the vent system. The draft blockers.

"None of them will live after today. But now you hold these papers, you have a chance to change that. Some of you could get out of here." She takes back the paper, "That needs to be safe as evidence when time calls." She moves pulling other things from the desk. A emergency mask for of the teacher locked themselves in here. Given to the smart kid at her side. Other parts of this desk aren't normal. She prevented it burning as the desk has a electricity trap, using glue to stop the conducting components. It's a temporary measure to buy time. They find the key and no way of reaching the door lock. But now the other smart kids get that this isn't normal and they are all in danger. Everyone pitched in to help lift someone to lock hieght. The key failed. It's not for there door. So they all hope for some other thing to work.

"I can open it with that key. You mustn't tell anyone." They all stare at her cautious but really they don't have time to argue. The lift her to height to reach the door lock and as she said. It clicked open. They work together pushing it open and now the air of the corridor felt different, felt better for them. They all struggled but get themselves away. They lifted to other classrooms, plenty knocked out or confused. The demon abs angel follows this group, helping open other classrooms to shake others awake. Amassing others to help more. Soon plenty are being dragged out the building back, only with gas masks go back in. None of the teachers were alive or safe people. So the kids took it upon themselves to call police and report need of help of a gas attack. The teachers who weren't happy about the police arriving trying to buy time before the for starts. But in the amiss of kids trying to save other kids. She gone back and right into the school labs. She turned off the butane burners and emergency stopped the cooking department ovens. She finds a way to cut electricity in the wood work lab as there was a set up to burn in there. All these safety features to stop fires. But it doesn't save those already knocked from the lack of oxygen. The older students have already opened windows and have taken the steps to find registers to get names of who is left alive or was home today. Police have arrested the adults in gas masks and were assisting the older students that understood everything. She exits the last building she could think of being a fire hazard, the lunch rooms. She helped up off her kneels and dragged to safety. She presents a backpack with all the paperwork from everything desk of every teacher that conspiracy. Police take these papers and read the information. In knowing now, the fire rescue had better plan to save more lives. Several ambulances on seen to provide oxygen masks and check overs. Left to the professional life savers.

"A school of 400. Look at how many are left." She muttered through the mask, "Including the staff like the janitor and lunch maids." She stares confused if she even talking to a living person or a ghost. She shaken awake by someone and she blinks at still seeing them pulling people out. The mask taken from her for another victim. She put to sit in the back of a car. She stared watching, it's about body recovery more than saving lives. Plenty have choose to not tamper the evidence. Her finger prints are smashed on paper.

"You went and turned it all off. You had the papers to try to disable it all." She nods at this adult as she being questioned, "Your class were the last to be gas." She shurgs at that.

"It was strange the teacher left us without a supply. The desk was unlocked. We have to break the door lock to get out. When we read the papers about the fire sprinkler system no working. The strange notes about the draft doors and air vents. We were feeling strange staying in there. Felt wrong being in there." They write plenty and she studies the lack of police uniform. She studies the car being a normal car. The strangest is the demon that took the papers from before sits on the passager seat, nods in agreeing with her.

"It was your pale expression that made me know it was wrong." She looking at the demon, "You were just messing with class papers and unlocked it. When you read it and ran the room, then the teacher. I knew it was wrong." The adult stops to see she's talking to the air at their side, "So many names were flickering the book pages. Their unsettled even now. There still yet to come the largest loss of life." She looks at the building, "It's not water in the sprinklers system. It's a death trap. To burn the evidence." The man runs out the car and shouts at rescue teams. They are warned and less lives are being taken now. They can only do so much. So it was a matter of time. Someone brave ran in taking photos of all the tampered classrooms, the dead at desks and the other abnormal things. They managed barely out when something does work in setting the sprinklers on. And they barely make it as the big boom of gas and shrapnel sprays. Pulled from the flames and hands the camera to evidence. She seated in the back of the car alone with the demon. Staring at the tragedy deaths.

"Why did you sabotage this when your family were the ones orchestrate it?" She heard asked.

"I maybe a Seer but I am also a Fallown. I have known all along that I am not a cultist. Just a brat that both families will be glad of erasing. I am doing exactly what I think was right. Be it more time for them to save more lives or to stop the rescue crew being caught in the explosion." She sits staring at the flames. Death gods reaping souls, undertakers too. She stares exactly knowing that this was the ending event. She softly was closing her eyes in blur.

"You're not going anywhere." She pulled out of the car and put a oxygen mask. She coughed a lot but is functional. One the fire rescue gear instead of the ambulance but it works as they have spare, in case of fire chock victims. She sat dazed, watching many trying trying to resuscitate. Part of the folks that are in critical. The kid that she gave the mask to was being questioned and has plenty to say about how strange the teachers were acting. That they were scared of being locked in a room that was making them feel sick. That ruffling the desk for the door key was the only logical they thought of at the time. When the mask and strange plan papers were found, everyone knew it was much worse and pitched to get help. Even if it meant shaking the older students to help. Those by windows were lucky to barely still be breathing. Once they had several corridors opened, it was apparent they had to call the police.

Putting the kids that were going to make it fine into bus. Several needed to keep a oxygen mask until they weren't sick feeling but were all clear otherwise. A secondary check up Tomorrow morning was mandatory. None were going home, as it seems parents weren't aware informed and the event is not being posted online or making the news. The fire is being talked as a small accident. All to keep things calm.

Parents are invited to the police station if they show up to pick up. Once the fire was killed down, the forensic team in help with undertakers was pulling the dead and evidence left.

She finds herself excluded from the bus kids. She also excluded from her soulless sibilings of the orphanage. Those lot are in a mini van being sent to the mage tower. She sees from this distance they contain soul that shouldn't have died. So there are deaths that shouldn't met. It makes sense that they are confused in being in the wrong body. Of course the soulless will take the souls for themselves. Mages can help them through the disorders. So she's excluded for being different. She touched a lot of the evidence.

"How old are you?" She put to the car from before.

"I don't know." She replied and with yons a lot. She is very tired. She looks about the car for if this was a good thing or not, "Are you a detective?" She questioned back and there a twitch of nerve, "Are you a Trickster?" She asked this and they try to not give themselves away. She kicked the door and it's locked. She used the oxygen canister and smashed the window. She cares little of being cut in glass on jumping the window. She takes the oxygen with and rushed to the crew to busy with other things. She steps into an ambulance and takes care of her cuts. The man seeking her shouts at others but the crew are confused who he is and why was he looking for one the kids. They don't even know which kid his talking about. She takes herself to the front of the ambulance seats and crouched hidden. Door closed in matching someone else closing the back confused. They detained the strange man to the back of a police car to ask him some questions and have reason to suspect the man as part of the plot. They were loading in bodies and the Ambulance driver noticed she was crouched here, covered in blood and looking scared. So not to spook the girl, quietly refers her to someone that can help her. A police uniform with an undertaker steps up in opens the side door. Picked her up and hugs her. She cried unable to hold back. They help in better picking the glass from her hands in a emergency room, as she doesn't remember the ride or how she got from school to hospital looking place. It seems when she hugged the mock police officer, they took magic gate to the mage tower. The place is full of magic flow and doesn't smell sterile enough as a hospital. It explains the lacking car journey.

"Welcome to the tower of mage." The nurse voicing this as they wrap hands, "Your safer here. None of the Tricksters will take you from here." She sees that mages are having issue with Seer, Fallown and the Tricksters.

"I don't want to be a blood sacrifice." She voiced and the nurse let a tear drip in shock. Having to take herself from the room. So alone in a recovery room, staring at the finished bandages. The stare of how someone walked in through the soild wood door, a spirit sort. She lowered again since they didn't matter.

"I would like to hire you or take you in as eye witness." She lifted to stare into the undertaker over her.

"Really?" She replies, "What are you paying in exchange? Or are you in knowledge that I be a helping testimony." They say nothing, "Will I meet my Fallown family?"

"Yes."

"That's good enough. Even if breif." She settled back in the bed, makes the mask adjust, "I will go." She drifts into sleep. She was let to sleep. Her nightmare shape takes hold of land among dreams, she makes trades with other nightmares. Helping the community of darkness be the warning to those that need it. She pulled fear into the breath of those that wronged her and those in the orphanage. Eating the native energy and becoming stronger. She gained so much power and knew it to wake up now. All that activity dies down before the gods meddle her affairs. Waking in the recovery room, hearing the door opened. Breakfast on a tray and a doctor to check her over. She is allowed to eat and they give her the clearance to leave. She doesn't need the oxygen mask but will have breathing issues for the rest of her life. She escorted by a agent of mage, taken for fresh clothing and a proper wash up. They had nothing important to make small talk about, attempts are met with silence. She stares to the crowds in watching the moving patterns. Watching threads, chains and magic clouds. People. The things on those people.

"Will you be able to answer important questions in front of a crowd?"

"I can. I just wasn't feeling I had to answer personal questions." She looking at the shops here. She looked at the items on sale. Clothing this time shares. The material was colorless and dull. Made by hand turning as it's popular over the machine factory stuff. Hair colours were muted among even the mages. There seems a surpassed feeling over all, held back or closed door affairs. She stares the crowds in how lifeless and silent they are. There isn't that TV gossip from previous life. Only the empty words of concern of fitting in among the crowd.

"What exactly are you watching?" The person asking her and trying to watch the foot traffic.

"The echos of an erased past." She voiced, "I think I am going to dye my hair pink." She twirls evading the agent, "Look how mute they are. I don't want to fit in and be a sheep. I don't want to set the world on fire, but bright colour an advertising poster at a time." She looks at the person, "I realized a long time ago that I never belonged. I just want to embrace what makes me unique."

The agent looks around to make sure none heard her. Waved that they were going somewhere else. She looks around and follows. The agent scanned a card, they now held hands and she sees that demon folks are more open about being visible among humans. There was undertakers looking at her too, staring as she passes. The agent quietly walks them to another area. The stores here were with bright items. There was beautiful colour sofa, art and hair dresser that offer colour. This was the sort of thing she thought time filtered in the changed details. But this wasn't true at all, they were just behind closed doors. She smiles in feeling better here. Right to a window looking at dresses with more colours. She sees the price tag and sharp draw of breath. Yet, with staring. She thought about this logical change of how ingredients for crazy colour was banned. Imported from Asian countries that were changed by westerner contemporary. She still brings back a smile, glad there still spirit of freedom unchanged. It didn't matter who sits on top, that cool stuff still finds it's way. The agent lowered to her level and posed to a demon associate. Whom has a tape measure. She smiled warmly and they go into the store together. Shopping for suitable outfit. She shows no care about the demon appearance nor does she seem unfazed when they pay with money from the afterlife.

"Unofficially welcome to the mages." Standing before a mirror and admiring the outfit. She loved it. Affordable wear that wasn't outrageous. She looks as she would at her age, band hoodie and red doc Martin's. Torn jeans with pattern pockets. Shirt was ordinary of a band that been hidden but popular.

"It's my style. Thanks." She noticed the agent left her with the demon. She stares around confused and the demon also looked confused, "Well, you have a recommendation or some sort of place I should concern with? I am not helpless." The demon thinks on this, "I have sigil ranks, so I don't need to rely blindly. I suspect my brother is lost in some administrative work with the death gods. He hasn't sent me mail in a while." She looks about the store being slow business, "Can I look at more shoes?" The demon smiles at this and shuffled her to his neighbors store. He was swiftly onto new business as the neighbor is an angel. The shop keeper of the shoe and bag store walked mute in following her. Posed offering interesting articles but it wasn't her fit.

"How about we exchange. I can give some heavenly materials for armour crafting and you can use that as payment." The angel stays mute and blank pose hands at more items, "Cream blue wings. You are in the wrong job." She walked a new way of this store looking at all the items. Browsing wares, "Water blessing. Ice maybe. What a interesting attribute to be here with." She finds a few holsters and blade cases that take her fancy. She tries them on properly and posed at this new store mirror. She brushed the surface in knowing the mirror is ice. She's not afraid at all, "These are perfection. Here." She shadow lifted a bundle of treated skins to them, "It must be nice to have new materials to make more. You going to be very busy. This stock isn't nearly enough." She looked at the store as a whole, "Those wings are dull now. But they will be platinum when you sold the last leather." The angel tilts confused of disbelieve the girl. She smiles that business poker face and walks around to the counter. Looking at the till registers nick nacks. The angel swiftly places the leathers in close inspection at a over counter work station. Pays the girl for the bundle, subtraction of what she was going to pay for the belt kits she has on now.

"Forge." Pointing across out this store to another part of this colour side. She waved the angel and goes there next. The demon from next door looked in shock of the girls bundle leathers, since the angel asked for a second opinion for authentication. They stare as she entered the forge and smooth herself into using the tools. She was grinding things to sharp and making trade exchanges of smelting ores with the mad man. Given she proved to know her stuff, won the forge masters heart. She left the forge with plenty hanging her leather belts. Into a magic components store. She clearly made a mad deal in there as none the normal reaction of that store happened. Posed her to a sigil counter desk. She goes doing something important there. The angel, demon, forge master all stare watching the melt down of the guild mater making a rare appearance. The man was dancing for her begging her a bunch of things.

"What rank is she?" The angel asked.

"A system breaker. She has three ranks." The forge master huffed, "Maybe more then her human flesh. Merchant from the abyss. Human of special spell craft. Damned. That's all I can figure out."

"Her brother has something to do with the death kingdom." The demon furthered, "She's a trickster... but she not a schemer of ill intent. She could see right through."

"She could see my wings." The angel voiced and both demon and forge master chocked, "It's going to be busy, she said. That I needed the material. To make more leathers items. By the last purchase, I will move rankings." There some soft nod by them all. Staring of the strange begging the guild man groveling. There plenty of confused mages who don't understand what a girl has that the guild of Sigil is despriate for.