A/N: Hey guys I'm back!! I didn't want to write for quite awhile (just too lazy, weren't getting enough reviews) but I worked something out with someone that if they wrote, so would I. So, I'm writing again! And just to do me a favor and push him further: Read SuperDuperBoy's "Battle Magic" fic -- its really good! Thanks.

Chapter 3: Mirinkus

"Are you willing?" Lancus asked of me for perhaps the 100th time that night.

And for the hundredth night I gave the same response: I nodded. Of course I was willing -- you've know that since I first began my tale. Besides how could I change my fate now? Somehow he doubted it, though.

"I believe your mind says you want it, but... somehow your heart is not in it...."

"Maybe we should just remove it?" came a sly voice behind him.

Lancus turned slightly, the slightly angered face he was wearing turning into a replica of an old commedia mask. "Mirinkus!" he shouted joyfully as the slightly shorter, slender figure jumped forcebly into his arms. Draco took a step backwards as the man knocked him almost into him.

"Ah, did you miss me?" the Scottish accent was unmistakable as was the shock of red hair.

"Well of course, how could I not!" Lancus cried back, still holding him in his arms. "And may I introduce to you my new childe -- Draco."

Mirinkus peered around Lancus' shoulder and the face became almost familiar. A Weasley!? The thought shot through Draco's mind. He was young, though not as young as Draco, as he was no more than perhaps 23 when he was made.

"A Malfoy?" Mirinkus shook his head slightly as he looked me over. "He is a very strong boy, I don't doubt that, but... " he circled me as I followed him with my eyes, "are you sure he's up for it?"

Lancus opened his mouth to respond, but somehow Mirinkus' comment had angered me. "If a Weasley could do -- then a Malfoy most certainly could!" I responded icily.

Mirinkus smiled. "Ah, he is very quick.... You could see I was a Weasley that easily eh?"

My lip curled into a sneer. "Yes, the red hair and accent is almost unmistakable..." I replied almost disgustedly.

"I'd wipe that sneer off your face boy if you wish to keep going until the promised eternity." he swept upon me with an angry air, causing me to take another scared step backwards.

I looked frightenedly at Lancus, but only a Malfoy-ish smirk on his face. I quickly regained my composure though, and stood back straight. We were both immortals after all, and he couldn't be much stronger than I was.

"Why should I? You're not my creator after all."

I felt a sharp smack across my face that sent me sprawling to the floor, my lip bleeding.

"You obey everyone who is older than you, for I'm not sure if you've been told but with age comes strength, and although you can heal from most injuries it would still cause you a great amount of pain. You're still a newborne, so unless you wish to live out the first few years of your life in considerable pain -- " a hand appeared on his shoulder and he turned his now beet red face to face Lancus.

"Now, now, he's still young -- not yet been trained. He will learn Mirinkus -- will you not Draco?"

I lowered my head, but he pushed on. "Will you not Draco?"

I nodded my head. "Yes, Lancus, I will learn."

"It is Master to you from now on -- I thought that we could learn in a friendlier environment than the which I was created but I can see already that that does not but raise the disrepect in the childe."

I hung my head again. I wasnt even a week old and my Creator was already annoyed with me. How was I to spend the rest of time with someone who hated me?

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A/N: Yes, I know its short, but, I wrote it quickly -- I have a pounding headache and I just don't know what else to write as I can't think straight.

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