As I walk into The Levithan the little bell over my head rang its annoying little sound, announcing my presents to Ida. It is still afternoon, and the bar isn’t meant to be open but there is one person dinking at the bar. No one of note to me but just at the bar is Ida.

Ida does not move from her spot, “Oi, Jessy there you are. I’ve been wondering where ye went. Are ye doing alright after your little party with Xavier?” She asks still from behind the bar cleaning out glasses and bottles.

“I'm alright, just got back from Ashers and he took a look at me and said I was fine.”

“Yeah, but why do you have a notebook in your hand?” She points to the book in my hand, “You weren’t expecting a new package from the manor so where did that come from?”

“Nah it's from Asher, magic stuff.”

“Oh then I want to read it too, I’m wondering what’s been wrong with ye,” Ida marches her way to me and leads me to the back room.

She snatches the book from my hand and begins reading the first page. But I can tell she is mocking me.

“Oh, Asher was nice enough to put the definition of what ye are, how nice of him,” she sneered. “Psionic magic is the magic connected to the mind and body of the mage, what the mage is feeling the magic will project itself onto its user. Psionic magic also allows the user to explore ones mind with or without their consent, Ye better not use this on me, ahem, and the user is able to bring forth pure condensed magic into any form they wish. The downside is that this type of magic is very rare and is only passed down through genetics, and when the user's emotions fall out of their control the magic itself can become unstable and either hurt the user or others, No wonder you’re so fucked up Jessy.”

“Give me my book back Ida! No need to mock me!” I snatch the book back.

“Oi, I was reading that, well you can at least read it to me now. Come on do it for an old friend who wants to help ye,” Ida pleads

“More like an old woman,” I fire back.

“Ay watch it, I’m young a heart.”

“Fine! I’ll read the stuff I need.”

“Oh, so the reason you’re fucked up?”

“I’m not fucked up, I’m just different.”

“Sureeeeeee.”

“AHEM, In the world of magic there is no mage Acers due to the fact of the ritual, yes there are mages born with the gene, but they are left alone so as to not mess with the already dwindling mage population, lucky bastards,” as I read Ida intercepts.

“So are there Acer mages alive?”

“I’m getting to that, there are several studies and experiments done in the past with trying to create mage Acers, none survived the ritual…” 

“Oh shit, you aren’t meant to be alive…”

I can only stare at the page in a mix of horror and shock, “The fact that’s they tested for this, several times apparently, makes me sick Ida.”

Ida walks to me and closes the book, “It doesn’t sit well with me either but it was all in the past and it doesn’t happen now, I hope. But read the rest later dear, before it gets into your head.”

I give Ida a reassuring smile and walk back up to my home. When I open my door I am jumped by no other than my little baby Shiv. She does manage to knock me to the ground where she proceeds to shamelessly sit on my chest like nothing ever happened. I end up having to push her off of me before I can get up. Man, she’s heavy...

Shiv just follows me around for the rest of the day while I do some chores and make food. When I am done with all that I decided it was time to dust off my old desk. It reminds me of some good times and bad, being it was a desk I had been using since I was gifted a home in the capital. It's about seven years old now. 

I place the notebook down for a second while I bring over a small cup of tea while I read. When I return I find shiv sitting atop my book.

“Shivery, off,” I tell her.

All she does in response is late down and purrs?

“Please?”

She rolls her eyes and moves, only to quickly find purchase in my lap when I sit down. Okay, this is cute. I wouldn’t trade her for anyone else.