Further Than the Lash

Posted: December 24, 2013 by writingsprint in Fantasy, The Wizard's Family
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Kit folded his arms on the table. He rested his head on his hands. He was tired. The candles burned low, and Kit had slaved his way through nothing but lessons, lessons, lessons all day. He gazed at the crystal ball that Master had cradled in a steel stand. Inside a black fluid swirled like wine in a noble lord’s glass, even though no one held it.

Kit shook his head. “I’m tired. I want to eat. Then I want to play.”

Lady caressed Kit’s hair. She put her hand on his shoulder. “Do what the Master says, little one. One last test. Then you can eat and play. I’ll give you some sugared apples with your food.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“What if I pinch your cheeks again instead?”

Kit winced. Inside, his power turned dark. Kit didn’t like how it felt when she did that. It felt strong, but not nice. Like stepping on spiders.

He sighed. “All right,” he said. Smoked twisted from Kit’s fingertips. It ran across the table, faster once it started, and corkscrewed its way up the candle until it reached the wick. The smoke rushed in. Kit felt the spark inside his mind, then it really happened and the candle lit with an audible pop. Kit smiled. He almost laughed, but Master didn’t like laughing.

The flame hung inside his mind as well as sitting on the candle. Kit felt a connection between him and it, like a thread of gold spun by an angel. He breathed. The fire grew hotter than the wick ever should have absorbed. All the candle’s heat came out in matter of moments. As Kit breathed, the candle burned, until the liquid inside the crystal ball began to boil.

Lady clapped quietly. “Good! Very good. Run downstairs and tell Morgrim you’re ready for supper.”

Kit did as he was told. Lady turned to face the corner of the room, where Master Vrajitor had stood watching. She folded her arms and smiled at him. She dipped her head, and her long, silver-white hair played on the edges of her face. Her little black wings became visible. “You see? A kind touch goes further than the lash.”

“It worked once. I need to control him.”

“Give it to him, then take it away. He’ll need it. He’ll love you and beg for it back.”

Vrajitor stepped forward into the light. The corner of his mouth curled upward. He nodded.

Lady chuckled. As she did, saw the edge of Kit’s hair from where he stood watching them. Kit ducked back. She smiled again, and gave him a little wave from behind her back, where Vrajitor couldn’t see.

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  1. A.D. Everard says:

    Another fun character – and a promising story! What power does Vrajitor need? How will Kit break free and take charge of the power that is his?

    You can really feel for this character. The being bored and wanting to play, at the moment more nuisance than anything, but you know it’s going to get a whole lot worse.

    (It reminds me of when I was a child, so small I had to stand on a chair at the sink to do the dishes. It went from, “Isn’t this a fun thing to do!” to “chore” literally overnight. It felt like hours at the sink, day after day, like I was captive – Yes, I can feel Kit’s pain and frustration very well).

    🙂

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    • You will see, you will see :D! For myself, it was learning to “like” vacuuming the living room floor. Not the end of the world, and I certainly wasn’t being manipulated by an evil wizard and his demon servant. The question I’m asking myself is, how would a someone try to turn an innocent, good boy into someone evil? And what could he possibly do to save himself?

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