[Short] The Apprentice and the ShadowA Story by Jones CrimsonFollow-up to previous encounterThe shadow, as only the girl knows her, has rather pale
skin. This is likely due to the fact
that the shadow wears black robes and keeps her hood up at all times. Of course, in her position, it is impossible
for the girl not to notice this attire hides a very fit figure: fit enough to
carry her against her will with no trouble at all. Unusual that a beautiful woman with a
beautiful voice would work so hard to conceal themselves; it was
likely all a ploy to gain the essence of mystery. The Shadow: “So then,
after I had scaled the wall of the building to catch back up to him, he showed
me this spell that changes the way light bends on dark surfaces to imitate
different colors and we went out to eat at his family’s restaurant. Are you still listening?” The Apprentice: “I am an apprentice, I know nothing but my
magic, please release me.” The Shadow: “Is that your master’s idea of a defense
against interrogation? I’ll have you
know I’m well versed in extreme torture.
I can literally tear your soul from the confines of your body, which
basically feels like being cut into a billion pieces and set on fire while
still alive. Any questions?” The Apprentice: “I am an apprentice, I know nothing but my
magic, please release me.” The Shadow: “You’re incorrigible. I might just have to keep you for myself. What’s your favorite food? No wait, don’t answer that. I’ll just have to gauge your responses over
the next couple of years.” The apprentice is at
odds with her situation. Her teacher,
who has always been quite unwilling to avoid a fight, has left her behind at
the mercy of a stranger and without direction.
This situation is too sudden and new.
She is confused and nervous. Is
this woman someone to be feared or of some value? The Apprentice: “Why does he avoid killing you?” The Shadow: “I’ve asked myself that before. It’s not because he cares about me. I’ve been following him in one way or another
for all of my adult life. He is the
unreachable goal that I strive towards.
I think that is why he avoids me.” The Apprentice: “So in other words you’re obsessed with
becoming as strong as my master and would do anything to be a little bit closer
to him?” The Shadow: “The way you say it makes me sound crazy.” The Apprentice: “You’re literally abducting me after chasing
us through the streets, we are well past crazy: you’re completely unstable.” The Shadow: “Someday you will fall so deeply in love with
something that nothing else matters and then you will understand how I feel.” The Apprentice: “I don’t think that’s going to be an issue
for me.” The Shadow: “Why is it you think that?” The Apprentice: “I already know what it’s like to love a
person, what you described is nothing but a fantasy born from your inability to
accept reality and disregard for your own value. If I were the master I would end your
suffering.” The Shadow: “If the mage were so quick to disregard
things of value just because they waste his time he would not be dragging you
along on his travels to begin with. The Apprentice: “I am not a pointless task.” The Shadow: “I meant looking for the Crimson. If he ever finds it, it will be over in a
single moment for him. Nothing stands
against it. Its better he dies sooner at
my hand.” The Apprentice: “Nothing can stop my master. Not you, not a king, not a warrior, and not
even a god. He will cut them all down in
order should they stand between him and his ideals.” The Shadow: “What
exactly are his ideals, then?” The Apprentice: “I
feel it in his aura often. He wants
justice.” The Shadow: “He
desires vengeance. His endeavors are
fruitless. If you can talk, you can walk
on your own as well. Try to run and I’ll
cut you down the middle.” © 2016 Jones CrimsonAuthor's Note
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Added on October 1, 2016 Last Updated on October 1, 2016 AuthorJones CrimsonNDAboutSeeking representation, contact for more information. I have complete works not posted here. I enjoy writing Fantasy, but I've had musings in almost all subjects; with the exception of Romance. .. more..Writing
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