Knife To Meet You! 8 The Way Back

He was already close to realizing it. The little things he'd felt were wrong weren't any vague clues. Of course, only seeing the outlines of objects alone should have made him know something was wrong. Not to mention him feeling that strange force seeping in him, making him whole by the minute.

He had just not wanted to realize before.

That all changed when he saw her. Saw Seph. Not his sister, but the student. He didn't know what happened, but the moment he saw her, his self made mental block cracked. Just a step away from shattering.

It wasn't his sister. Everyone here dressed differently. He could turn his vision without turning himself. He could get his point across wthout talking. He could, at all times, see a knife in his vision. He could only actually talk to someone when they were holding the knife. He could feel. He didn't just hear someone talk when they held the knife, he heard them think what they said too. He actually felt something when they touched the handle.

He knew it wasn't a prank. He knew he had died.

But no, no he couldn't just start to believe, couldn't just afford to believe.

And then he saw it.

He saw something on Jach's hand glow. A ring. And he saw, in an instant, the air in front of his hand glow. He saw the light shape itself into-- into magic. That's all he could call it. It wasn't words, it wasn't shapes. It wasn't a light show.

He saw the light behind the light. He saw it affect him. Lift him up. Propell him towards Jach's open hand. And he thought he'd felt something like this before too. Something he had decided not to ignore. Jach, when he was talking to him, never moved his lips. But he heard him every time.

No, he heard his thoughts, not him. And... And his bracelet glowed when he did that. It affected him in a similar way too.

It was magic, wasn't it?

He wasn't on Earth anymore, was he?

He was a dagger now, wasn't he?

...

And he did not know what prompted this last question, but he could feel it was true. Heart-wrenchingly true.

He coudn't ever see his family again, could he?

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"It's true isn't it? I've become a dagger."

Kyvas's voice echoed ever so quietly inside Jach's head.

"...Yes.", Jach replied. "We're truly sorry about that..."

"...There's no way back, is there?", Kyvas croaked. "This... This isn't even my world is it? It has..."

That stunned Jach for a moment.

"What, if I may ask, makes you think so?" He asked hesitantly.

Kyvas stayed silent.

Jach nodded, taking his silence as denial.

"Do you want to know why you've become ths way?", Jach finally mustered up his courage and asked.

Still no response from Kyvas. Jach nervously used his free hand to scratch behind his ear.

He paced around the table, thinking how he should confront the knife now.

But a voice almost startled him out of his confusion.

"Not his Seph?", Krys had apparently walked up to them while he was busy.

Jach couldn't help but smile softly at hearing him. He wasn't alone in this. The situation was all kinds of messed up, but he still had Krys there.

But thinking about the situation soon wiped that smile off too.

"No... He says he's from another world.", Jach shook his his head. "I wanted to tell him how he became a dagger."

"You didn't do that already, right? I wouldn't let you go through that alone.", Krys narrowed his eyes at him, but at the same time grasped his shoulder to comfort him.

Jach betrayed another short lived smile.

"No. I asked if he wanted to know. He just didn't reply."

"...Why is that?", Krys wondered.

Jach opened his mouth to say something. But right as he was about to, Kyvas's voice shot back up in his head.

"Oh- OH! Sorry. I did answer. Yes, I want to know. I just... tried to nod my head. Sorry."

A light squeeze on the shoulder was all Jach needed to know that Krys had heard the voice too.

Jach gave a bitter smile to the dagger, and started his explaination with another apology.

He told Kyvas about how they attempted to summon with the new spell, not knowing what it could summon. He rea.s.sured Kyvas, well mostly himself really, that magic affecting anything living was considered impossible. Krys chimed in every once in a while to provide more context about it all.

Both of them avoided bringing up Seph and her involvment in it all.

Kyvas, for the most part, stayed silent during this. Only oca.s.sionally giving out some verbal responses.

Silence once again spread throughout the room when they finished.

"Is there a way to get me back?", Kyvas finally asked.

"Maybe. But not with just us two.", Krys answered straight away.

"Explain.", Kyvas muttered. Jach could feel that he had already given up hope on ever returning back. That he was just going through the motions.

"Sending a summon back is... easy, but there are a few prerequisites to that. The first is that the object must have been marked beforehand by the mage. There's ways to go around that limitation but that would require us to go to where the object was summoned from first.", It was Jach's turn to answer this time.

"Which would remove all point of a return spell anyways. Why would you use that when you're already at the place you wanted to return the thing to?" Krys added.

"Or.", Jach gave Krys a glare. "You use a large amount of mana to send a mana thread of yours there. We would need a very large source of mana for that, even if you lived in the same city as us."

"Which is clearly not the case." Krys added again. "No mention of 'London' in any atlases in my library, or even the academy's."

Jach nodded. "Which is why we'll need to get help from someone who might be able to provide the mana.

"We'll need to set up a meeting with the immortal."