Thank you so much for the reviews! I appreciate constructive criticism and praise alike. I'm having some computer problems, so don't expect updates everyday. By the way, I tried my best, but the characters might be a little out of character to some people. Sorry.
PS. Thank you Wisegirl for your review! SEE THE MOVIE!
Dave was still sitting in that same, old chair, his eyes downcast and his heart heavy. Balthazar kept stealing concerned glances toward Dave nonchalantly, but Dave knew his master was worried.
"Are we gonna start or are you going to stare at me?" there was that bitter voice again.
"What? Oh, yeah. Sure" Balthazar was mildly embarrassed that Dave had noticed but he would never tell his apprentice that.
Dave slowly got out of the old chair and walked into the practice circle where Balthazar had been sipping his tea.
"Plasma bolt. Again." Balthazar had obviously temporarily forgotten his concern for Dave.
The only response was an irritated sigh and a glare.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Balthazar had permanently forgotten his concern at this point.
Dave angrily whirled a plasma bolt dangerously close to Balthazar's feet and glared yet again at his master.
"Sorry." Dave said insincerely.
Balthazar turned a very dark red, but said simply said, "Again."
Dave created the blue plasma bolt between his hands and threw it closer to Balthazar's feet.
But Balthazar was faster.
He made a shield, protecting his feet from the plasma bolt.
"Sorcerers don't use magic purely in anger," Balthazar said calmly.
"Well, this one does," Dave angrily said.
"Fighting with me isn't going to accomplish anything."
"Sorry, Balthazar." Dave sounded sincere this time. His eyes were downcast once again and there was a sad, tired expression on his face.
"That's alright, Dave. Maybe you should, um, go home." Balthazar was obviously uncomfortable with accepting Dave's apology.
"Thanks." As Dave turned to leave, Balthazar noticed tears forming in his apprentice's eyes.
"Dave, is there something wrong?" Balthazar sounded surprisingly compassionate.
"Oh. Well, no not really."
"You're a terrible liar, Dave. Now what's wrong?"
"Becky." He said quietly.
"Oh, Dave." Balthazar sighed. He could never imagine him and Veronica breaking up. After all, they hadn't seen each other in a thousand years.
"You talk, I'll listen." Balthazar motioned to a small table.
"Well, I guess it started when….."
So, what do ya think? Reviews are still appreciated and I'll update soon if I get enough encouragement.
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