A/N so this place doesn't seem to want to put in breaks in my fics (any sort of them, except for text, and BREAK looks kinda ugly halfway through a fic) so they'll be a couple of short chapters that would be combined if wasn't so evil. Anyway, thanks to my reviewers so far, you guys rock!
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He sighed and pinched his nose as he sat down on the edge of the bed, before slowly letting himself sink down into the luxurious emerald green satin sheets, and stared up at the ceiling as he rehashed the events of the night. So much had happened, so many things had changed, was all of this really worth it? Was he willing to risk the façade that he had built up, the dual life that he had managed to balance on a fine thread because of her?
She could do so much for their cause. But was she willing to join them? He didn't know. He'd spent so long trying to find her, trying to see if she would be willing to join him, she was so powerful, how could she give it all up. But then again, she was raised as one of them, she was one of them. But at the same time, she was on his side, he knew her thirst for knowledge, he had seen it in the seven years that she was his pupil, an insatiable desire to learn all there was to know about everything around her. So very much like him.
It was that one fact, the fact that she was so similar to him that had started him on his quest to find her. More and more of their members were being caught, they needed another one like him, who could plan, who could act, who was too good to be caught. He was getting too old to be an active member much longer, his body, already weakened from years living a double life before the Giro Finale couldn't handle living one much longer again.
She was still young, she would be in her mid twenties, he calculated. He was a good two decades older than her, and weakened by all the pressure forced on him throughout the past quarter of a century. He was damned if he'd throw away twenty years of work to become one of the greatest wizards of his age to save himself. No, he'd worked to hard, he'd seen too much, fought too many other battles to give up now.
There was no doubt in his mind that she would keep his dual identity secret. He knew that she was trustworthy enough in that respect, but would she stay so after he but things bluntly, after he told her that they needed her to join the resistance? Was she trustworthy enough not to betray the other members of the resistance, many of whom were ones that she had scorned in her school year, the ones that had spurned her?
He groaned at the thoughts running through his head as he tried to force himself unsuccessfully into a deep slumber. He knew he needed the sleep, that his body was weary, but his mind was keeping him awake, he couldn't get the thought of her out of his head, he couldn't stop thinking about her, and weather or not she would really make a great addition to the group of resistance fighters, trying to preserve their heritage as best they could. Finally after a long hour of trying, his body finally gave in to the beckoning call of sleep.
END OF CHAPTER 2
START
He sighed and pinched his nose as he sat down on the edge of the bed, before slowly letting himself sink down into the luxurious emerald green satin sheets, and stared up at the ceiling as he rehashed the events of the night. So much had happened, so many things had changed, was all of this really worth it? Was he willing to risk the façade that he had built up, the dual life that he had managed to balance on a fine thread because of her?
She could do so much for their cause. But was she willing to join them? He didn't know. He'd spent so long trying to find her, trying to see if she would be willing to join him, she was so powerful, how could she give it all up. But then again, she was raised as one of them, she was one of them. But at the same time, she was on his side, he knew her thirst for knowledge, he had seen it in the seven years that she was his pupil, an insatiable desire to learn all there was to know about everything around her. So very much like him.
It was that one fact, the fact that she was so similar to him that had started him on his quest to find her. More and more of their members were being caught, they needed another one like him, who could plan, who could act, who was too good to be caught. He was getting too old to be an active member much longer, his body, already weakened from years living a double life before the Giro Finale couldn't handle living one much longer again.
She was still young, she would be in her mid twenties, he calculated. He was a good two decades older than her, and weakened by all the pressure forced on him throughout the past quarter of a century. He was damned if he'd throw away twenty years of work to become one of the greatest wizards of his age to save himself. No, he'd worked to hard, he'd seen too much, fought too many other battles to give up now.
There was no doubt in his mind that she would keep his dual identity secret. He knew that she was trustworthy enough in that respect, but would she stay so after he but things bluntly, after he told her that they needed her to join the resistance? Was she trustworthy enough not to betray the other members of the resistance, many of whom were ones that she had scorned in her school year, the ones that had spurned her?
He groaned at the thoughts running through his head as he tried to force himself unsuccessfully into a deep slumber. He knew he needed the sleep, that his body was weary, but his mind was keeping him awake, he couldn't get the thought of her out of his head, he couldn't stop thinking about her, and weather or not she would really make a great addition to the group of resistance fighters, trying to preserve their heritage as best they could. Finally after a long hour of trying, his body finally gave in to the beckoning call of sleep.
END OF CHAPTER 2