The beginning
of a beautiful relationship -- VI
A hand clasped
tightly around his ankle, Skeetr shrieked and cried out. The hand was hot.
The mage was either THAT angry or was already casting some torturous spells
of fire.
Skeetr felt
slumber overcoming him, quickly forgetting all of his perils and how close
he was to escape, he simply fell asleep. The mage pulled him from the hole.
Holding back his rage and appetite for destruction, the mage had cast a
sleep spell. He wanted to question this boy. Contrary to his earlier statement
that Skeetr was harmless - he concluded that Skeetr was a spy sent to infiltrate
his master's palace. Skeetr's mere survival of two days in this place told
the mage that this -boy- must have been casting invisibility and other
spells to keep himself hidden and unharmed. -How else could he have avoided
detection and possibly “tamed” the rats that infest the halls-, the mage
thought to himself.
The man brought
Skeetr to a room nearby and shackled him to the wall. He then returned
to his portal-mirror and resumed his duties. The boy would waken in a few
minutes and then he’d learn who had sent this boy and why.
When Skeetr
awoke, the mage looked over, cursed at him and left the room. The man had
gone to relieve himself, thinking that interrogating the boy may possibly
take a long time. On his way back to the room that held Skeetr, he retrieved
a fire prod. -This might just come in handy-, the mage said to himself
with a laugh.
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