Parasite
Fandom: Sorcerer's Apprentice
Genre: General
Characters: Drake S., Dave S., Balthazar B.
Rating: K+ (Some language)
Authoress's Ramblings: Okay, so I made it on today, mostly because I didn't have anything to do today, like I thought I would, and I got up earlier than I planned on, and these chapters take like ten minutes to write if I focus, two to edit and 30 seconds to put in line breaks. Because they take so little time, I get to update faster. Happy Easter, don't eat too much chocolate.
Drake's shows were a blend of true magic and smoke and mirrors, any sorcerer would be able to see that, and some of the audience favorites were the huge true magic tricks, illusions and cleverly lifted spells created the most elaborate tricks, it was these tricks that Drake liked to overdo. Drake's magic had been slowly re-stabilizing, and in all honesty, he was sure it was too soon to try to put on a show, but he was Drake Stone, and he was expected to put on one hell of a show.
One of the perks of being a sorcerer was that the hat trick never got old. No one, sometimes not even Drake, knew what he'd pull out. It might be the cliché rabbit, or it might be something more exotic. Maybe it was time to pull himself out of the hat.
The crowd went wild.
Drake caught a glimpse of someone next to the stage, in the area sectioned off for safety. The figure raised a cane. It was Horvath. Drake instantly shrouded the stage in smoke, to hide the older sorcerer from the audience, and himself from the other sorcerer. If Horvath was here to finish him off, like Drake suspected he was, he wouldn't have a chance…unless he created a sufficient distraction. Drake fell off the stage, the smoke cleared, and panic erupted. Drake had no clue how much damage he'd done to himself, but it was clear to him that he was actually hurt. He made a mental note to call Balthazar to warn him…as soon as he was able. With that, he blacked out.
"Mild concussion, sprained ankle, and broken arm…he's lucky he didn't break his neck."
Balthazar nodded, Drake's assistant had called him after Drake had woken up briefly and asked her to. He'd been told Drake fell off the stage, but Drake had yet to wake up again.
"I'll call you when he wakes up."
"Did he say anything else when he asked you to call me?"
The assistant started to shake her head.
"No…wait…he said a name…Horace…no…Hor-"
"Horvath?"
"Yeah! That was it!"
Balthazar looked mildly worried. He'd go pick up Dave, then come back. He had no clue why Horvath had chosen to attack Drake, but neither he or Dave should be left alone for long.