Ebony Morrigan

Glamour. Ebony figured thats what she must do to cover up her changing eye colour. “My eyes change colour according to my mood. I mask it and make my eyes look brown.” The last thing she needed was everyone else picking up on the fact her eyes went from blue to black and any colour in between. “I assume that would be a glamour.” She looked down for a moment, shaking her head ever so slightly. She knew absolutely nothing about herself or her power. She smiled to what Magnus said, even though she truly didn’t believe it. If there was this whole other world she was part of, and none of them noticed her, not one single person. She wasn’t very important. Though she did have other questions. “Before my mother left me, she told my step father that she regretted summoning Belial.” Her mother had summoned him because he was one of the nine princes of hell and could do so much for her. Instead he left her with Ebony. “That I wouldn’t have been born in the first place if she hadn’t. Do you know who that is?” 

That was one of the more interesting warlock marks Magnus had ever seen, and considering how many years he’d been alive, that was saying something.  It was also very similar to his and very easy to keep glamoured, which was probably why she managed to keep them hidden, even with minimal control of her magic.  “Yes, that’s a glamour.  It’s usually one of the first bits of magic a warlock learns.  Your eyes change color with your mood, mine are the eyes of a cat.  Everyone’s mark is a little different.  You and I are lucky in that ours are easy to cover.  My best friend, she is dark blue with pure white hair.  A much stronger glamour is needed for her.”

It was a little bit of a shock to hear that there were several hundred Warlocks in the city and she had never encountered one of them. It made her feel even more out of place. She lifted her hand with a little bit of hesitance, holding it close to her chest, staring at Magnus’ for a few moments. “Okay.” She finally breathed, putting her hand in his with a soft smile.  Her magic seemed to simmer a little bit when their hands came to touch, something she hadn’t experienced before, and like it never happened, her glamour went back up and her eyes went back to an amber brown. “ I won’t be distracting you from anything, right?” She questioned, nervousness still clear in her voice. “Being High Warlock seems important and I’m nobody. I’m not important.”

“Most of us keep ourselves glamoured when out in public,” he explained, answering an unspoken question in Ebony’s eyes.  “Unless you are looking for magic, they wouldn’t appear any different from any other human around.  You probably have passed some of us without ever realizing it.”  Magnus was tuned in to the magic of all of his warlocks, a way for him to keep track of them and make sure they are safe.  But most just lived their lives without thinking about the others in the city as well.

As Magnus spoke, Ebony became more comfortable. Magic, immortality, and that mark he was speaking of. Her fear was taken over by nervousness and anxiety, her own mark showing through as her eyes turned from black to grey. “One-hundred and sixty.” She looked around to see if anyone was listening, it was all so weird for her, talking openly about what had caused her so many problems through out her life.  She had been alone with her secrets for so long, that openly saying anything about who she was or what she was, was simply something she didn’t do. “I thought it was just me.” She whispered, a slight sadness in her tone as her eyes shifted colour again, mixing between grey and blue. “I’ve never met anyone like me. I’ve been alone.”

Magnus watched some of the fear slip away and he breathed a sigh of relief.  Nervousness was easy enough to work with.  Fear made magic unpredictable. He nodded at her age.  That seemed about right but at the same time, she had little to no control over her magic so the fact that she survived this long was impressive.  “You are still very young.  You have a lot of time to learn.  If you would like, I could help you.”

Ebony looked up watching a very similar magic to hers swirl around the mans hands, but her breathing still shook and her eyes grew darker with her fear. The fact she didn’t know anything about the world she was from meant she didn’t know there were others like her, other than the mundane witches that was. But Magnus spoke of Warlocks, said he was a High Warlock. That meant nothing to her, she didn’t know what it was. “Ebony…” Her reply was timid as she slowly rose to unsteady feet, leaning against the wall for extra support while her body still trembled. “What’s a High Warlock?” What was a Warlock in general? “I don’t know anything about magic, just what I’ve read from the bookstores.” Which if she was being honest only taught her how to glamour her eyes and move things.

Seeing her fear, Magnus pulled his magic back.  She either had bad experiences with their kind in the past or, more frighteningly, she didn’t even know what she was.  “Hi, Ebony,” Magnus smiled, staying a little distance away so as to avoid frightening her.  “Can I ask you a couple questions?”  He wanted to get to know her better, in the hopes that he would be able to help.

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