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mind.
Interesting.
Yeah, so maybe you can STOP SHOUTING YOUR THOUGHTS AT
ME, Cathy shouted.
I entered the
small storage room and looked around. It wasn’t anything
particularly impressive, considering Gerth is the head of
Demonology. A bookcase full of dusty old volumes, a couple of
unlocked trunks containing old robes and scattered personal effects
littered the room.
Along the back
wall was a single shelf holding a few items. These were what I was
here for: a heart in a jar, large talon-like things and a couple of
vials of blood. I looked behind me to make sure Master Gerth wasn’t
there before I picked up the blood from the shelf. In poor
handwriting on a label was ‘Blood of a Possessed Mage’.
I pocketed it
as I left the dusty room. I walked back to the door to Master Gerth
bedroom and knocked.
“ Yes?” he called out.
“ I’m done, thank you Master,” I called back.
“ Everything is in order?” he asked.
“ A little dusty but good,” I chuckled.
He chuckled as
well. “It’s been a long time since anyone has gone in there. Maybe
it’s due for a cleaning.”
“ I’ve got to go, Master,” I said.
“ More jars to count?” he joked.
I laughed.
“Yeah, there are a few more things I need to do before
tonight.”
“ Good luck, Second Keeper,” Master Gerth said as I headed for
the stairs.
That was
almost too easy. The other stuff is going to be a cake walk.
Good. I can’t wait till I’m out of here, Cathy said.
Yeah, me
too.
Chapter 7
The rest of
the day went smoothly. I had gathered everything I needed and hid
it, along with the scroll, under my bed. I had spent some time
studying the spell, before I had hit it. It called for a large
amount of magic but I wasn’t powerful enough to do it. I was hoping
to weaken Cathy enough so I could force her out of my mind. I had
to cut the study session short when Keeper Anderson informed me it
was time for the Coming of Age Ceremony.
The Ceremony
was short, only two Apprentices today. Their choices were made
quickly and efficiently and The Keeper recorded the choices as the
oaths were sworn. We were out of the library and back upstairs
before I could get bored.
The Keeper was
right; it shouldn’t even be considered a ceremony anymore.
He then
retired to his bedroom mumbling about ‘the damn stairs’ so I took
it as a sign we was done for the evening. I returned to the bedroom
to prepare for the ritual.
I hope you know what you are doing, Cathy nagged.
Trust me. I’ve
memorized everything.
We demons have a saying, she said.
‘ Never trust a human.’
Well, you are
going to have to start.
I rolled up
the scroll and stood up from the bed. I placed the scroll on the
night stand and dropped to my hands and knees to retrieve the items
from under the bed. As the ritual described, I lay the goat’s fur
out onto the bed ensuring that when I lay down, I would be covering
as much as possible. I took the containers of Vlas and Honey and
pounded them into a paste with a pestle and mortar. I set the
mortar on the floor beside the bed and sat down on the goat’s
fur.
I took a deep
breath and opened the vial of blood. The metallic, almost rancid
smell made me gag but I dunked my finger into it and removed some
blood. It felt almost chunky as I put the cap back onto the vial
and drew a circle on my forehead with the blood.
Let’s hope
that’s a perfect circle.
How hard can it be to draw a circle? She asked.
Hard, when you
are drawing on your own forehead.
I wiped my
finger off on a spare rag I had grabbed for this occasion. I placed
the vial on the nightstand before picking up the mortar and pestle
from the ground. Using the pestle, I took a scoop of the mixture
and opened my mouth but couldn’t eat the paste. I took another deep
breath and steadied myself before forcing myself to ingest the
concoction. The mixture was sweet and bitter at the same time and
with the stink of the blood, made me feel dizzy. I placed the
pestle and mortar
Interesting.
Yeah, so maybe you can STOP SHOUTING YOUR THOUGHTS AT
ME, Cathy shouted.
I entered the
small storage room and looked around. It wasn’t anything
particularly impressive, considering Gerth is the head of
Demonology. A bookcase full of dusty old volumes, a couple of
unlocked trunks containing old robes and scattered personal effects
littered the room.
Along the back
wall was a single shelf holding a few items. These were what I was
here for: a heart in a jar, large talon-like things and a couple of
vials of blood. I looked behind me to make sure Master Gerth wasn’t
there before I picked up the blood from the shelf. In poor
handwriting on a label was ‘Blood of a Possessed Mage’.
I pocketed it
as I left the dusty room. I walked back to the door to Master Gerth
bedroom and knocked.
“ Yes?” he called out.
“ I’m done, thank you Master,” I called back.
“ Everything is in order?” he asked.
“ A little dusty but good,” I chuckled.
He chuckled as
well. “It’s been a long time since anyone has gone in there. Maybe
it’s due for a cleaning.”
“ I’ve got to go, Master,” I said.
“ More jars to count?” he joked.
I laughed.
“Yeah, there are a few more things I need to do before
tonight.”
“ Good luck, Second Keeper,” Master Gerth said as I headed for
the stairs.
That was
almost too easy. The other stuff is going to be a cake walk.
Good. I can’t wait till I’m out of here, Cathy said.
Yeah, me
too.
Chapter 7
The rest of
the day went smoothly. I had gathered everything I needed and hid
it, along with the scroll, under my bed. I had spent some time
studying the spell, before I had hit it. It called for a large
amount of magic but I wasn’t powerful enough to do it. I was hoping
to weaken Cathy enough so I could force her out of my mind. I had
to cut the study session short when Keeper Anderson informed me it
was time for the Coming of Age Ceremony.
The Ceremony
was short, only two Apprentices today. Their choices were made
quickly and efficiently and The Keeper recorded the choices as the
oaths were sworn. We were out of the library and back upstairs
before I could get bored.
The Keeper was
right; it shouldn’t even be considered a ceremony anymore.
He then
retired to his bedroom mumbling about ‘the damn stairs’ so I took
it as a sign we was done for the evening. I returned to the bedroom
to prepare for the ritual.
I hope you know what you are doing, Cathy nagged.
Trust me. I’ve
memorized everything.
We demons have a saying, she said.
‘ Never trust a human.’
Well, you are
going to have to start.
I rolled up
the scroll and stood up from the bed. I placed the scroll on the
night stand and dropped to my hands and knees to retrieve the items
from under the bed. As the ritual described, I lay the goat’s fur
out onto the bed ensuring that when I lay down, I would be covering
as much as possible. I took the containers of Vlas and Honey and
pounded them into a paste with a pestle and mortar. I set the
mortar on the floor beside the bed and sat down on the goat’s
fur.
I took a deep
breath and opened the vial of blood. The metallic, almost rancid
smell made me gag but I dunked my finger into it and removed some
blood. It felt almost chunky as I put the cap back onto the vial
and drew a circle on my forehead with the blood.
Let’s hope
that’s a perfect circle.
How hard can it be to draw a circle? She asked.
Hard, when you
are drawing on your own forehead.
I wiped my
finger off on a spare rag I had grabbed for this occasion. I placed
the vial on the nightstand before picking up the mortar and pestle
from the ground. Using the pestle, I took a scoop of the mixture
and opened my mouth but couldn’t eat the paste. I took another deep
breath and steadied myself before forcing myself to ingest the
concoction. The mixture was sweet and bitter at the same time and
with the stink of the blood, made me feel dizzy. I placed the
pestle and mortar
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