I heaved a deep sigh and got up from the fire. I quickly removed the pan so the steak wouldn’t burn and kicked some dirt over the remaining flames to smother the fire. Once I was satisfied that it was properly extinguished, I proceeded to the still child.
I placed a finger under her nose and felt the gentle breath of life emitting from her. Well, she wasn’t dead, yet. After another deep sigh, I began to gingerly test her neck and spine for any signs of damage. She appeared to be fine, just out cold. I replaced her arms on her chest and sat down to finish my steak. She had until I was done eating and then I would be on my way again.
As I sat there eating my bloody steak, periodically licking the trails of blood from my fingers. I looked over the child once more. She was definitely human. There was no dwarven or elven features to speak of, and she was far to small to be of orc descent. Her cloths were worn in and patched. Coming up short on her legs and arms. Her hair was matted and dusty, hanging limply around her face. Someone had been taking care of this child, but it looked as though her luck had run out as of late. She was skinny but not starved. She had no shoes and her feet looked as though they didn’t even know the definition of clean. Yes, she was used to living off the land. As to why she fell from the tree was a mystery still, however.
As I finished my last bite and got up to leave, she finally began to stir. I walked over to her and gave her a gentle nudge with the tip of my boot.
“Girl.” I grunted “You still livin’?”
“hmmmnnnnnn” she groaned back. Her eyes wildly flickering about until they landed fixedly upon my face. They widened in fear, and she made a small squeak as she scrambled into a sitting position.
I sighed heavily again. “Now, now. Just take it easy. You knocked yourself a good one fallin’ from that there tree. You been out for about a good ten minutes now.” I grumbled, it irritated me that my dark complexion was always met with either fear or distrust. Bloody scabs.
She gingerly nodded her head and then winced, rising a hand to her tender head she winced again and pulled her hand back. There was a little bit of blood and she seemed to go pale at the sight of it.
“Easy now lassy. Big easy breaths. In through your nose out through your mouth. If you find yourself becoming dizzy put your head between your knees.” I instructed as I dug through my bag for my spare loaf of bread.
“What are you, a damned doctor?” she muttered so quiet it was probably just to herself.
I gave a good chuckle at that and tossed her the wrapped loaf.
“Now, why would a doctor be up on Witch Mountain?” I chuckled into the wind. Not really expecting an answer. I turned back to the path and started back on my way.
“Wait!” she hollered as she scrambled up, wincing again as the sudden movement brought a fresh wave of pain. “Where are you going? Nobody goes up Witch Mountain for the night. Shouldn’t you be headed back down to town?” she questioned as sped after me.
“No. But you should be.” I stated as I turned on my heel to face the child.
She took a step back at my sudden movement and I sighed deeply again. This was getting tedious.
“Go home child. You have no business being in the woods. I do not know why you have chosen to follow me, but I have no use for an orphan.” I sighed as I turn back around and start heading back up the path again.
“Why do you want to become a wizard?” she called after me as I rounded the first bend in the road.
How on earth would she know THAT? I stopped walking and turned around to look at her. She was already walking towards me. A little cocky as she approached me and stopped.
“What’s it too ya?” I ask as I lean back on my heal and cross my arms. “And why would you know somethin’ like that?”
She huffed a sigh of exasperation. Mimicked my pose and started ticking a list off her fingers. “You’re wearing a cloak, you reek of sulfur and decomposition, you’re emitting an unchecked powerful aura, and you are coming up Witch Mountain in time to reach the summit by night fall.”
I nodded my head. “These things are all true.” I say with a slight smile. Perceptive little thing. Maybe she’s the wizards charge. She seemed knowledge enough. “But you still haven’t answered me as to why someone would know somethin’ like that. Most people around here don’t know half the things you’ve said. And you can’t be more then a decade old. Though a long ten years, I am sure it has been.” I questioned as I glared at the child. I didn’t have time for this. I needed to be moving on.
“He sent me down here to observe you. I was to mingle with the children and try to gain some favor among them. But it was proving to be more difficult then anticipated. I have been through several Runs and I have yet to be accepted.” She stated matter of factly. “I didn’t anticipate seeing you through the run and I lost my footing. I appreciate you catching me. I would have hurt myself pretty bad if I had taken that fall.”
“And the tree?” I inquired after she paused for a breath.
“I fell. I tested the branch but when the sizzling stopped, I wanted to know what it looked like so I could visual eating it in my mind.” She confessed. “I went out too far on the branch and it snapped.” She said with a pained shrug. “You know the rest, I’m sure.”
“Indeed, I do.” I stated firmly. “Come let’s be on our way then. We have little time and I despise being late.” I quipped as I turned on my heal again and began walking back up the damned mountain. I had lost precious time and I doubted I would have time for dinner as the hill became profoundly steeper.
As I predicted, I didn’t have any spar time to make dinner as I finally neared the top of Witch Mountain. The path was obvious once you knew the trick to it. Every few meters there would be a rod hammered into the ground, surrounded by a patch of mushrooms. It looked like there was a large portion of the mountain dedicated to the growth of mushrooms. And what was worse, every time I accidentally trod on the vile things, the child would scold me for my carelessness. The nerve of this child.Finally, the journey came to an end as I crossed through a path in a four-foot cobbled wall, just beyond it I could see a modest cottage and a well-tended garden around the side. An old bent man stood inside the cobbled wall, preventing me from proceeding further. I stopped and bowed slightly.“It is a pleasure to see you again Sir FreeForde. How have you been getting on in the last fore moon?” I inquired dutifully as one does with the elderly. Politely and inquirin
After completing the so-called tasks, more like chores, he finally instructed me to meditate for the next four hours. When asked if we should sleep tonight, I was met with mirthless laugh. “We got things to do in four hours boy. We don’t have time for you to falling into a deep sleep. Here starts your training. Now meditate or do without even that.” He stated with a harrumph. He then settled himself into the floor and gestured for me to mimic his posture. I sighed, crossed my legs, and sank to the floor. I watched him closely as he loosely placed his wrists above his knees, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. I sighed one final time, accepting my fate and copied his actions. As I closed my eyes he began to speak.“Take a deep breath through your nose, hold it for a moment, and then exhale fully. As you exhale, allow your mind to become blank and serene. Push all your angst and worries away as you take another deep breath. Exhale fully again.
This morning has been anything but basic. I didn’t understand what any of this had to do with training. I could feel my skin start to sluff off the bottoms of my feet. Only a few hundred feet left to go and I would be done with this new task.You would think conjuring a mage hand would be easy. But it had taken me the better part of the morning to be able to even get it to appear. It took the rest of the afternoon to make it move. Now it was well past nightfall and I have finally gotten it to carry the damned rock up the mountain. Every time I dropped it, I had to start all over again. I was completely worn through when I blissfully placed the rock on the pedestal atop the mountain.I collapsed as the old man harrumphed behind me. “About bloody well time boy. Took you all day to do a task that took a seven-year-old fifteen minutes to complete. Blessed be I sure hope it doesn’t take you this long to learn all your cantrips. Just to be on the safe side
I woke the next morning to the chill of the wind hitting my face. I felt cold, sore, and alone. I rubbed my eyes as I rolled into a sitting position. I looked about me only to see trees and brush. I was fully clothed, and I had been laying next to the pedestal.If my rough guess at the time was correct, it was about three in the morning. I groaned as I got to my feet. I dusted off the dirt and grass, and I straightened my belt buckle. I began trudging down the mountain. It had been hours since the old man had left me up here to regain my strength to leave.That was definitely not the reason I had stayed so late but I was hoping he’d buy into it. He sure hadn’t mentioned anyone else being up on this mountain. And my skin was dark enough to hide the ‘hickies’ I could feel on my neck and chest. My face began to burn as I recalled the last few hours. Everything that woman did to me had set me on fire and craving more. What a woman. I hoped she would
The next few days were pure torture. Every moment I spent around her pulled my concentration in two. But by the end of it, I knew how to control my mage hand without it being so much strain on my mind and body. I could only manifest fully manifest it for about a minute. If it got more than thirty feet from me, it would vanish all together. And I could only get it to carry up to ten pounds. Sir FreeFord and Nyphiria kept assuring me that these things were completely normal, and most people were bound by the same restrictions. But apart of me felt like I should be able to achieve more.This feeling of unmet expectations continued to plague me through the rest of Nyphiria’s visit. Not once did she come to me or request my time that didn’t involve training. And what made matters worse, the old man was always tagging along to “watch my progress”. He refused to step in and offer any advice, but he watched me steadily throughout the entirety of my training se
My brother. He had found me despite my best efforts to disappear without him knowing. My father may be convinced that I was dead. But Ultnar knew. He heard rumors of a dwarf being brought back from the dead shortly after I had “died” and he knew it was me. He had narrowly found me at Yana’s. She lost her home and her business when he found out she was hiding me. He burnt them to the ground to set an example to the surrounding healers, of what would happen when they went against the wishes of a Head clan member.I was wrenched from my reminiscing by the sound of brush breaking nearby. He was trying to sneak up on me. But he didn’t really know where I was.“For the love of the Goddess.” He swore viciously. He must have stuck himself in some of the bramble bushes. I kept completely still. And began slowing my breathing down like I do with my meditations. I recited a spell to myself and into existence popped a hand. A mere five fee
“Curses above.” I swore to myself. I was dripping sweat and the morning was off to a bad start. I had managed to get all of my things together and out of the cottage in less than fifteen minutes but that was the last stroke of luck I had all morning.I snagged my pants on a tree I was trying to wrestle myself past. It tore the material and broke the skin. Damn it to the bog. I couldn’t stop to fix it. I had at least ten miles left before I was completely clear of the forest surrounding the mountain and dawn was quickly approaching. The blood worried me though. Not because the cut was bad. But my brother would use it to find me if he found my trail and scented it.I hadn’t released him as Sir FreeFord had instructed me to. Perhaps if he had been unconscious when I went back I would have. But he was awake and raving about all the ways he was going to kill me. I couldn’t kill him. I simply walked over to where I had stashed his belongings, ru
They belonged to a cute little half-elf. She walked up to the brisk red head with a tray and towel tucked into her arm. She raised the tray and adjusted her grip as the red head piled on drinks and gave her instructions. The half-elf bobbed her head and walked away to deliver the drinks. She was maybe 5 foot ten, with midnight curly hair, her eyes were the brightest blue. They shone as if they were beacon of light starring into the dark night. Such and odd but compelling combination. Her skin was even more beautiful. Flawless and as soft as a peach, it had the porcelain white under toned with a soft subtle pink. She was warm in all her interactions and wildly popular amongst the strangers and regulars. I could see why so many people were drawn here. She was intoxicating to watch.I mentally shook myself and looked back down to my funds. I didn’t have much. Depending on the overhead price for a night’s stay I might be out dinner. I heard the soft clatter of footste