Mr. L knocked on the door to Count Bleck's study and waited. A mix of terror and impatience bubbled in his chest. First day as official minion, and Count Bleck had already called him into his office- He was certainly getting off to a good start.

A soft call of "enter "finally greeted his ears and Mr. L went into the office. Count Bleck smiled at him as he walked forward.

"Mr. L! So Nastasia released you from the infirmary. I see you have recovered nicely, bleck."

"Yes sir," Mr. L replied.

The Count stood and walked around the large desk to stand in front of the minion. He looked down at Mr. L with a mixed look of happiness and sternness.

"Every Saturday is a free day; Minions are allowed to do whatever they wish, bleck. Every other day, I expect you to be training with the other minions to delay the heroes. Meals all have specific times, and you are expected to be at all meals. Nastasia can give you the details tomorrow, bleck. I assume she has already informed you as to which room you will be staying in"

Mr. L nodded, "Uh, Yes sir."

Count Bleck paused for a moment, the hand holding his cane absently tapping the ground.

"I expect great things from you Mr. L. " He said finally." The Prophecy speaks much of you. Do not fail in your missions, and train all you can, bleck. Try not to dwell too much on the past. Remain in the present, as it is where you are needed.

Mr. L nodded again. "Yes sir."

Count turned and made a gesture Mr. L could only assume was dismissal. He exited the office and began walking to the quarter, Nastasia had assigned him that morning.

The Count has a lot riding on me, he reasoned. I'm important I suppose. Important, but for what reason

He consulted the map Nastasia had given him as he came upon as set of stairs.

Down the stairs, down the hall, down the stairs again. This place is a maze.

Mr. L went down them one at a time, and walked down the hall.

I wonder what the other minions will be like. Like me, not remembering anything, or like the count and Nastasia…

A grey door passed into his line of sight and left. He craned his head and look at the metal door as he kept on walking, the thought to stop never crossing his mind.

All the doors in this place are wooden; I wonder what that one hides. Nastasia probably knows. I have to go to her office tomorrow before breakfast, I'll ask her then.

Absently he thought of how the conversation before breakfast would go down and gazed into the open doorways, passing kitchens and rooms with couches and games. At the end of the hallway Mr. L met another staircase. When it tapered off to even ground, he looked down the hallway of the minions' quarters.

He took note as he passed each door.

Mimi and O'Chunks, they must have been here first. There are double doors to the right,- leads to the entrance hall I bet. There's Dimentio, and the last one's mine.

When he entered, Mr. L barely looked around. It had been a long day, filled with paperwork and contracts and rules, and despite the time- It's 7:45, I've been listening to Nastasia all day- he felt it was time to sleep.

Mr. L flung himself on the bed, clothes and all, and closed his eyes.

At least dinners already passed, so I won't have to go to Count's office again. He thought to himself.

OoO

I've been out of writing for a while. I wrote this recently, it's not too bad. I like it. I'd love to hear your guys feedback on it. Anything I can do to make it smoother?
I'll do this the same way I did it on DA; I'll post a chapter a day.

See ya.