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Special Lesson
Long had they trained, and long had they sought the sages help. Isaac, Garet and Jenna had been taught by Kraden almost everything they knew. It seemed though, that the only one who appreciated the old man was Isaac.
Kraden though Isaac was special, and he put him above the other children. Not only did he pay attention to and listen to him, but the old man found him to be more attractive than the other two. Yes that's right, Kraden though of Isaac as his pet, his special 'student'. And for ages he had wanted to reward him in that 'special' way.
There was a knock at the door. He shuffled over, mumbling as he made his way to answer it.
"Just a minute, I'm coming… Hold your horses."
He opened the door with a creak and peered outside, beady little old man eye glowering over his spectacles. A smile soon creased the aged wrinkles of his face and he stroked his beard.
"Oh it's you Isaac, what a pleasant surprise!"
Isaac nodded and smiled happily. Kraden gazed behind him.
"And what's this? No Garet or Jenna with you? Why, this must be a special visit! Ho, ho, ho."
Isaac looked around nervously, before making eye contact again. Giving a half smile, he nodded.
"Come in, come in lad. I have a special lesson to teach for a special visit."
The boy looked a little weirded out by him, but obliged. He walked in and looked around; the old man's house always reminded him of a hobbit hole or something.
Smirking devilishly, the decrepit being shut the door behind them, closing his eyes and slapping his hands together.
"Lash!"
He coughed and wheezed after he called out. A psynergetic power appeared to float in the air, grasping onto a nearby rope. Suddenly, it flew and wrapped around Isaac, causing his eyes to go wide.
"Again! Again! Lash! Laaaa-aash…"
He wheezed excitedly, two more ropes stringing from the corners of the room to grab the boy's arms and hold him up in a bondage position. Kraden laughed an old 'Ho ho' laugh and called out the spell one last time, a rope coming to hover in the air above Isaac.
"This is it, my boy. Your special lesson."
The ropes dragged Isaac upward and over to hover above the boiling pot. The rope was at Kraden's command, and he began using it. With each utter of the word 'Lash', the rope cracked out, whip-like in essence. It sliced and diced and cracked against Isaac, who could only shake his head in response. He didn't like it at all.
After the lesson, he ushered Isaac out the door with a single lash to the bum. The boy ran home tearful to his mother, who accepted him with open arms.
"What's wrong dear? Did those bullies get you again?"
He hesitated, but looked up and nodded.
"Oh… You know, we really should teach them a lesson-"
UBER GONK! Isaac suddenly bolted out of her arms, frightened of the word that would forever torment him.