( ok, I'm writting on very rare whims now, so whatever, everyone gets lazy
right?lol But I did remember reading a fanfic and then finding an
illustration later for it so it be really awesome if there was anyone who'd
care to draw an illustration from my fic.*puppy eyes* oh. and i know my
spelling sucks royaly, but i dont have spell check.*tear*)
"What do you mean?", he said suspiciousely.
Thats when he felt an enormous power make itself known.
A soft voice that chilled Mozenrath down his spine said in his ear.
"Hello Mozenrath..I am Lord Destane."
Mozenrath spun to come face to face with a man dressed from head to foot in
black robes., somewhat like his own. With the combonation of his sandy
blonde hair and light green eyes, he might almost look childish. But no
child born from Allah could have that disturbing an expression. Mozenrath
couldn't place his finger on it..was it amusement? There was a certain light
that danced in his eyes when he looked at Mozenrath. But unlike real like,
his eminated an almost tangible, bitter, cold. He shuddered in spite of
himself.
"What do you want?", Mozenrath said rudely, eager to know what was so
horribly wrong about this man. Maybe if he opened his mouth to talk, you'd
see fangs, he thought a bit childishly.
Destane laughed, an empty, rasping sound.
"My Mirage, I can see what you mean, what a rude little kitten".
Mozenrath's lip curled at the unwanted pet name.
Mirage, however, did not seem in the mood for laughing.
"Mozenrath, Destane here has offered very generousely to be your new
tutor.He's an old friend of mine and is more than accomplished to help you."
"Mirage you flatter me."
Mozenrath snorted rudely, earning an amused raised eyebrow from Destane.
"I dont doubt your abilities,..Destane, was it? But I hardly think another
pompus old tutor could prove any use for me"
"Watch your tongue Mozenrath or I may be tempted to slice it off!", Mirage
snapped.
Mozenrath spared a glance over at Ahhmal who was biting his tongue to keep
from laughing.
He smiled, was this what gave him such a bad preminition?
" It seems, little kitten, that your desperate lack of ability has put your
mother at equally desperate ends."
Mozenrath went blushed angrily.
" I dont think I explained well enough Mozenrath, you'll be going to live
with Destane, as he graciousely offered to provide accomadations. You'll
remain with him until you progress, without distractions " she added with a
glare at Ahhmal who had come to Mozenraths side.
Mozenrath refused to register this..they wouldnt..they couldnt. He was
speechless.
He turned to Destane who smiled for all the world like a cat that recieved
his cream.
" I, Mozenrath dear, am your new master."
"Like hell you are!!!!!!" , Mozenrath yelled breaking out of his shock.
He turned to his mother.
" You've made all these plans mother dear, did you even consider that I'd
have a say in this?!?!?!?!'
"We all know what you would say Mozenrath, especially with that thing you
hang off on"
Destane said like he had just remembered.
" Oh and about that..I do not take tainted little whores as my apprentices.
So---off you go", he said looking at Ahhmal.
"I'm not going anywhere!", Ahhmal proclaimed with a newly found voice.
Mozenrath felt his grip tighten on his shoulder.
"Now how is that your choice?", Destane replied amused.
Mozenrath or maybe Ahhmal was about to reply but in any case, they were
stopped as Ahhmal realized he was getting covered in an eerie black light
was consuming him. In a cruely rapid flash, he was gone.
When the light dimmed, Mozenrath was left staring at an empty spot of floor.
"What the hell did you do to him!?!?!?!" he demanded at Destane.
"Don't get flustered little kitten, it doesnt suit you....", Destane said
with an infuratingly amount of calm.
"Fuck you", Mozenrath growled.
Faster than he could even trace, Mozenrath was flat on his back on the
floor, his head humming from the impact of bone on marble. He was
speechless..did he just?
"My apologies Mirage, but I simply detest tasteless language. It makes a
person sound ignorant and uncivilized." he turned to smile at Mozenrath,
still stunned on the ground,"But I guess learning to curb your tongue can
just be another thing to work on."
Mozenrath glared as he got to his feet, his clothes now stopping to smolder
from the magic blast.
Mirage didnt even look at him as she adressed Destane.
"No, you were in the right for doing so. I myself have gotten the urge to
smack him more than once. Its your own fault Mozenrath", she added to her
son, whose magic aura started to rise.
"He killed Ahhmal!!!", Mozenrath yelled accusingly.
Destane laughed in a light airy manner.
"Dont be stupid child, I just sent him back to whatever little hole in the
ground he came from."
Relief came across Mozenrath like a tide, then shortly after indignation.
" I assume the boy hasnt even mastered using his magic as transportation?"
" Unfortunately no....he has troubles with even the simplest of magic"
" I'M RIGHT HERE YOU KNOW!!", Mozenrath shouted, tired of being talked about
like he wasnt.
Mirage rolled her eyes at him, in a much more scathing manner than he had
ever accomplished. Just another place she had outdone him. He simmered in
his indignancy, at everything, Ahhmal being ripped from him, this proposal,
this utterly distastfull proposal, and being hit. Sure, his mom had taken
more than her fair share of swipes at him, but never had she used brute
strength in her magic to strike him.
" Im sick of listening to you two sit here and pass judgment on me!!!And I
certainly dont have to sit here and take it!!" , he spun on his heel to
storm out of the Castle, perhaps to find Ahhmal and vent his wounds, but in
any case, the heavy oak doors slammed before he got to them.
He turned to stare bewildered at Mirage.
"I'm afraid you didnt quite understand Mozenrath, your leaving today with
Destane, You dont have a choice in the matter, you never did."
Mozenrath felt his world go in slow motion. His eyes darted around at the
room, searching for an alternate exit, perhaps even a way to force the doors
open, but anywhere but Destane.
" You'll leave tonight, as soon as youve had a chance to pack"
"Thats not neccesary Mirage m'dear, I will provide anything Mozenrath might
need."
" Fine"
She stepped tiredly down from her throne, the exhaustion more mental it
seemed, as she still loomed as impresive as always. Mozenrath found himself
going into a defensive stance, his power licked his body in panicked waves,
his cat traits reappeared, his tail agitadely swishing on the ground, earls
flat back on his head. No way were they getting him to go anywhere.
" Now Mozenrath, calm down,", his mother said with a sigh.
Mozenrath turned on her, eyes once again searching hers for mercy, love,
anything but cold resolve.
" Just listen to me, are you truly happy the way you are? Will you always
settle for the mediocre? Please.-I do this for you, let me help you and let
yourself be molded into something the generations of this family, this
kingdom, this world, will speak about for ages to come. Dont you want that?"
she spoke with a new found passion, though it was controlled and directed.
Mozenrath's shoulders eased, eyes downcast as he remembered years of
taunting and shame, of mockery and frustration.
He looked up in her face.
" Yes I do"
She felt an uncertain relief flood her, unsure she could take the sight of
her son being subdued like some beast.
" Good.. when you come back, you shall take your place at my side, and in
the future, my kingdom."
Mozenrath felt a surge of hope, and pride that his mother had faith in him.
He also felt a hand on his shoulder.
He turned to face Destane, who was respectably silent.
"Shall we go?"
Thats when Mozenrath remembered.
"Ahhmal!" he gasped.
" Ive already said your little playmate is perfectly fine."
But Mozenrath was too worried to be offended.
" No, I cant leave without at least talking to him!"
But Mirage stilled his journey to the door with her hand.
" I wil tell him. I'll explain it all."
Mozenrath looked at her suspiciousely.
" Trust me, like I have trust in you. ", she embraced him breifly. Something
told her this maybe the last chance to do it.
Mozenrath's eyes widened in shock. His mom wasnt exactely the most
affectionate of people, so he could only stand there stiffly, akward but
strangely warmed inside.
Mirage watched as Destane took hold of her son's wrist to lead him through
the mana portal he had just created, and had to remember to breathe as an
odd feeling came over her. Something had been set in motion, she didnt know
what it was yet, but she did know it would all be revealed one day, a day
she didnt look forward to.
****
i know its kinda short but i was getting impatient....plus miiss Nikytti
asked so nicely. ^^)
Dean
right?lol But I did remember reading a fanfic and then finding an
illustration later for it so it be really awesome if there was anyone who'd
care to draw an illustration from my fic.*puppy eyes* oh. and i know my
spelling sucks royaly, but i dont have spell check.*tear*)
"What do you mean?", he said suspiciousely.
Thats when he felt an enormous power make itself known.
A soft voice that chilled Mozenrath down his spine said in his ear.
"Hello Mozenrath..I am Lord Destane."
Mozenrath spun to come face to face with a man dressed from head to foot in
black robes., somewhat like his own. With the combonation of his sandy
blonde hair and light green eyes, he might almost look childish. But no
child born from Allah could have that disturbing an expression. Mozenrath
couldn't place his finger on it..was it amusement? There was a certain light
that danced in his eyes when he looked at Mozenrath. But unlike real like,
his eminated an almost tangible, bitter, cold. He shuddered in spite of
himself.
"What do you want?", Mozenrath said rudely, eager to know what was so
horribly wrong about this man. Maybe if he opened his mouth to talk, you'd
see fangs, he thought a bit childishly.
Destane laughed, an empty, rasping sound.
"My Mirage, I can see what you mean, what a rude little kitten".
Mozenrath's lip curled at the unwanted pet name.
Mirage, however, did not seem in the mood for laughing.
"Mozenrath, Destane here has offered very generousely to be your new
tutor.He's an old friend of mine and is more than accomplished to help you."
"Mirage you flatter me."
Mozenrath snorted rudely, earning an amused raised eyebrow from Destane.
"I dont doubt your abilities,..Destane, was it? But I hardly think another
pompus old tutor could prove any use for me"
"Watch your tongue Mozenrath or I may be tempted to slice it off!", Mirage
snapped.
Mozenrath spared a glance over at Ahhmal who was biting his tongue to keep
from laughing.
He smiled, was this what gave him such a bad preminition?
" It seems, little kitten, that your desperate lack of ability has put your
mother at equally desperate ends."
Mozenrath went blushed angrily.
" I dont think I explained well enough Mozenrath, you'll be going to live
with Destane, as he graciousely offered to provide accomadations. You'll
remain with him until you progress, without distractions " she added with a
glare at Ahhmal who had come to Mozenraths side.
Mozenrath refused to register this..they wouldnt..they couldnt. He was
speechless.
He turned to Destane who smiled for all the world like a cat that recieved
his cream.
" I, Mozenrath dear, am your new master."
"Like hell you are!!!!!!" , Mozenrath yelled breaking out of his shock.
He turned to his mother.
" You've made all these plans mother dear, did you even consider that I'd
have a say in this?!?!?!?!'
"We all know what you would say Mozenrath, especially with that thing you
hang off on"
Destane said like he had just remembered.
" Oh and about that..I do not take tainted little whores as my apprentices.
So---off you go", he said looking at Ahhmal.
"I'm not going anywhere!", Ahhmal proclaimed with a newly found voice.
Mozenrath felt his grip tighten on his shoulder.
"Now how is that your choice?", Destane replied amused.
Mozenrath or maybe Ahhmal was about to reply but in any case, they were
stopped as Ahhmal realized he was getting covered in an eerie black light
was consuming him. In a cruely rapid flash, he was gone.
When the light dimmed, Mozenrath was left staring at an empty spot of floor.
"What the hell did you do to him!?!?!?!" he demanded at Destane.
"Don't get flustered little kitten, it doesnt suit you....", Destane said
with an infuratingly amount of calm.
"Fuck you", Mozenrath growled.
Faster than he could even trace, Mozenrath was flat on his back on the
floor, his head humming from the impact of bone on marble. He was
speechless..did he just?
"My apologies Mirage, but I simply detest tasteless language. It makes a
person sound ignorant and uncivilized." he turned to smile at Mozenrath,
still stunned on the ground,"But I guess learning to curb your tongue can
just be another thing to work on."
Mozenrath glared as he got to his feet, his clothes now stopping to smolder
from the magic blast.
Mirage didnt even look at him as she adressed Destane.
"No, you were in the right for doing so. I myself have gotten the urge to
smack him more than once. Its your own fault Mozenrath", she added to her
son, whose magic aura started to rise.
"He killed Ahhmal!!!", Mozenrath yelled accusingly.
Destane laughed in a light airy manner.
"Dont be stupid child, I just sent him back to whatever little hole in the
ground he came from."
Relief came across Mozenrath like a tide, then shortly after indignation.
" I assume the boy hasnt even mastered using his magic as transportation?"
" Unfortunately no....he has troubles with even the simplest of magic"
" I'M RIGHT HERE YOU KNOW!!", Mozenrath shouted, tired of being talked about
like he wasnt.
Mirage rolled her eyes at him, in a much more scathing manner than he had
ever accomplished. Just another place she had outdone him. He simmered in
his indignancy, at everything, Ahhmal being ripped from him, this proposal,
this utterly distastfull proposal, and being hit. Sure, his mom had taken
more than her fair share of swipes at him, but never had she used brute
strength in her magic to strike him.
" Im sick of listening to you two sit here and pass judgment on me!!!And I
certainly dont have to sit here and take it!!" , he spun on his heel to
storm out of the Castle, perhaps to find Ahhmal and vent his wounds, but in
any case, the heavy oak doors slammed before he got to them.
He turned to stare bewildered at Mirage.
"I'm afraid you didnt quite understand Mozenrath, your leaving today with
Destane, You dont have a choice in the matter, you never did."
Mozenrath felt his world go in slow motion. His eyes darted around at the
room, searching for an alternate exit, perhaps even a way to force the doors
open, but anywhere but Destane.
" You'll leave tonight, as soon as youve had a chance to pack"
"Thats not neccesary Mirage m'dear, I will provide anything Mozenrath might
need."
" Fine"
She stepped tiredly down from her throne, the exhaustion more mental it
seemed, as she still loomed as impresive as always. Mozenrath found himself
going into a defensive stance, his power licked his body in panicked waves,
his cat traits reappeared, his tail agitadely swishing on the ground, earls
flat back on his head. No way were they getting him to go anywhere.
" Now Mozenrath, calm down,", his mother said with a sigh.
Mozenrath turned on her, eyes once again searching hers for mercy, love,
anything but cold resolve.
" Just listen to me, are you truly happy the way you are? Will you always
settle for the mediocre? Please.-I do this for you, let me help you and let
yourself be molded into something the generations of this family, this
kingdom, this world, will speak about for ages to come. Dont you want that?"
she spoke with a new found passion, though it was controlled and directed.
Mozenrath's shoulders eased, eyes downcast as he remembered years of
taunting and shame, of mockery and frustration.
He looked up in her face.
" Yes I do"
She felt an uncertain relief flood her, unsure she could take the sight of
her son being subdued like some beast.
" Good.. when you come back, you shall take your place at my side, and in
the future, my kingdom."
Mozenrath felt a surge of hope, and pride that his mother had faith in him.
He also felt a hand on his shoulder.
He turned to face Destane, who was respectably silent.
"Shall we go?"
Thats when Mozenrath remembered.
"Ahhmal!" he gasped.
" Ive already said your little playmate is perfectly fine."
But Mozenrath was too worried to be offended.
" No, I cant leave without at least talking to him!"
But Mirage stilled his journey to the door with her hand.
" I wil tell him. I'll explain it all."
Mozenrath looked at her suspiciousely.
" Trust me, like I have trust in you. ", she embraced him breifly. Something
told her this maybe the last chance to do it.
Mozenrath's eyes widened in shock. His mom wasnt exactely the most
affectionate of people, so he could only stand there stiffly, akward but
strangely warmed inside.
Mirage watched as Destane took hold of her son's wrist to lead him through
the mana portal he had just created, and had to remember to breathe as an
odd feeling came over her. Something had been set in motion, she didnt know
what it was yet, but she did know it would all be revealed one day, a day
she didnt look forward to.
****
i know its kinda short but i was getting impatient....plus miiss Nikytti
asked so nicely. ^^)
Dean