The secret novice - Prologue
Disclaimer for all chapters:I do NOT own The BMT (Trudi Canavan does (love her)) and I don't earn money with it
Warning: My main language is german, and I don't have a beta yet, so please tell me, if there are any bad mistakes
This chapter is for Jaycest because she inspired me to translate my story *HUGS*
By now he had a bit of experience in finding the hidden potential, but for this girl it was unnecessary. Her energy almost accessed him. It was likely that she was a not yet developed natural. But she was perfect. The perfect victim.
Irkoni satisfied took a mouthful of raka. He enjoyed the feeling of the warmth on his tongue and sighed deeply.
These Kyralians were so strong! Or at least the strong ones weren't trained. What a waste. The guild hadn't got a clue, how easy it was to drain their powers.
Wasn't that proof enough that they didn't know higher magic?
-No! Just concetrate on your job and leave the thinking to me!
He nearly flinched, but controlled himself.
-Yes, Master. This girl will give enough strength for the last blow.
-Good and keep in mind: This is your only and last chance. If you fail, there won't be room for you anymore in Sachaka.
-Yes, Master.
Irkoni felt how Kariko's precence faded away, but still watched him. I think it's the best to do it now. To find the chick wasn't as easy as he had thought. The bolhouse was so occupied that some people had to stay on the street to get something to drink. Besides those Kyralians seemed not eager to avoid physical contact, because often a dozen of people crowded on one bench.
After an eternity, he spotted her at a table close to the door, which lead upstairs.
Irkoni examined her more precisely: A few years ago, one could have taken her as a boy, because she had cut her dark hair short and wore large clothing, but at her features he realized, that she was a young woman. You couldn't assert that she was well-fed, yet she didn't look like the beggars on the roadside. Altogether she didn't match with this cheap bar in the wort part of the slums.
She won't stay here for much longer.
The last few days all went in the same pattern: Irkoni sat in a bolhouse and checked the passing people for magical potential. If he found some, he normally waited till they returned home and followed them in a dark alley. There he drained them of their powers and got rid of the bodies eventually.
But this girl would be the last one. The High Lord would find him soon and the dwellers became more cautious. That too was the reason why he couldn't wait till she left the house. Every drip of energy was essential. And this chick had quite a store of it.
So my first chapter is finished! Was it that awful? Have you understood anything? I hope so and if not, feel free to leave a review and tell me (please *begging on my knees*)