The Flames of South

* Claire POV* For as long as I can remember, I had a repetitive dream, at least once a month. I would see myself on a wooden ship, carrying a package wrapped in leather, and it seemed to be the most important thing to me. The cenary looked like from the 1600's, and in the dream I was hopping for a better future, going to the land of the parrots, I wished for a place in the New World called Brasil. I sometimes wander if that was a memory of a past life, but in the end of the day it's not like I can do anything about it, so I made peace with the fact that my subconscious chooses to repeat this fragment for no reason... Today was one of these replays... Well, enough with that,or I'll be late to class. It's the beginning of the second semester. I currently study Architecture at the University of the capital of Brazil, and here the school year is divided in semesters. M- Hi Clare, missed me? C- Hi Marcos! We just saw each other at the weekend. I laugh at him, Marcos is the boyfriend of my dreams, tall, brown warming eyes, kind, smart, incredibly hot, seems to care a lot, just one big problem, doesnt' seem to be rushing to have s*x with me...I keep trying to figure it out why, maybe because we have known each other since high school and he want's to make sure I feel respected. Bullshit!! I've decided, I cant wait longer to have him..this weekend I will make sure I find the oportunity...I MEAN HE LOVES ME RIGHT?! He kisses me kindly, and we walk to our classes together... C-This place is crumbling, how can one of the best universities of the country be like this? M- Well, our country its not perfect, but look at this place, I mean even looking like a ruin, the main building ICC it's incredible, Niemeyer was a genius of Modern Architecture... C- Oh God! you were contaminated by our professors! M- Well I'm here longer than you, so wait a year longer, rsrsr.. Just normal chatting, as usual, went to class, met with my girls, but something was weird, I couldn' name it, but it was definitely bothering me... *The Magician POV* M-Hey Sis, I'm heading to Brasil... S- Are you insane? They say its a dangerous country! What are you gonna do there?! M- Sis, New York its also dangerous and you go every year. Plus, even Justin Bieber you're beloved goes there rsrsr S- I'm not laughing! M- Actually, it was determined by the council, the grimoire seemed to be last heard to be taken there, by a powerful witch. The Order needs it so... S- Sometimes I forget you have become the most powerful of our generation. M- Of our generation? Im' Millenial your Z rsrsr Even though my sister was a member, I couldn't tell her everything about the organization our parents put us on, couldn't tell her I had to put my hands on the grimoire before anyone else, not to play the hero, but to destroy it. That type of information should not be out there, these bastards... I lost hope on the community long time a go... these words about wanting to share knowledge of magic, its just words... sometimes I wish the Hunters would be effective at their work, but I know they are as bad as us so, in the end I defend my kind when we are at risk, but if I can avoid them to be worst, I do it with no guilt; after all, this world its not black and white, its not even 50's shades of gray as that trashy novel that my sister likes... its many colors wanting to be better than others, instead of being better to become something better... It's best if I relax a little. Perfect timing to see my pupil...you see, amid the secrets I can't tell my sister, is that after you become an Adept you become a slave of you're Master, and s*x it's definitely a part of it, you will only be free when you finish all initiations, the Master is obliged to teach, and care for the improvement of the Adept, but it also encouraged to enjoy themselves a lot, as the older did the same to you. Since pain, pleasure, desire, anger, love and will are incredible for the learning of magic, what better way than kink and b**m? Well I'l admit its tricky, but it actually works, when done in a proper way...We jus't have to hold the Masters accountable and responsible all the way of it, there a rules to prevent de Adepts from getting hurt, at least what we consider real hurt. As I open the door of my chamber my eyes goes to my pupil on her knees,reading the last book I told her to, the book its levitating among her notebook as she take note what's most important. But my attention is really on her body appearing through the short dress I make her wear, made of a shear fabric called muslin. Her delicate n*****s ready to be squeezed... M- I see the levitating of objects are getting better... Should You get rewarded Diana? I can see that she was so concentrated that got scared dropping everything on the ground. I close the door after me and go on her direction getting closer as I levitate her objects to a study table on the corner. D- Welcome back Master! Well, I would like to be rewarded but its for you to judge... As she said that she prostrated herself on the floor, I smiled because I know she will enjoy herself as much as me tonight...