It was all
coming to a close she thought as she saw Him walk into the room she knew to be
his study. Soon everything she had worked for would bear its fruits, her
revenge would be complete. She turned around and made her way down to the
kitchens where she was worked in order to gain access to the castle. Gaining
access to the castle marked the final act of her revenge.
It had been
almost twelve years since the day her village was attacked by bandits, she the
lone survivor. It was during the attack that she discovered she could use magic
but despite the power she had gained she wasn’t able to stop the attack, how
could a four year old do anything? Yet when she made it to the next village she
knew had come to realize that one man had the power to stop the attack; the
king.
The King
who was in charge of making sure the realm was protected, the man who sent
guards on patrol through the kingdom. The man who she knew had failed to pay
guards in order to have a feast. While he was surrounded by the smell of fresh
food she choked on the smoke of her village being burned to the ground.
In the
kitchens she found a tray of food she was to deliver to a visiting scholar whom
was teaching the castle’s mage school. Picking up the tray she made her way
down the twisting hallways to the room where the man was staying. She knocked
on the door twice as she was supposed to before coming into a room and opened
the door. As usual the scholar sat at the desk with his face stuck a book.
“Thank you
dear,” the scholar said, his face still lodged firmly in the book. “Please put
the tray on the bedside table.” Putting the tray down she looked at the man
closely, and could see a faint glowing aura around him. This was a sign
confirming what she already knew about him, he was a mage. Not a particularly
powerful one she could tell but the only thing she could really compare him to
was herself.
It was her
teacher who had told her how to use the power she had discovered the night of
the raid. The old women took one look at her and brought her in to her home
where she fed her and trained her in the ways of magic. The old women also told
her that even among mages that the she was special. She was a breed of powerful
mages known as Spellweavers.
The scholar
continued looking into his book and when she was convinced her was not going to
request anything more she opened the door and made her way back down to the
kitchens for her next assignment.
A
Spellweaver she was told was the highest class of mage. They were gifted not
only with great power but also with the ability to see magic. Her teacher had
explained to her that normal mages put converted their energy into a magical
nature and put more and more energy until they convinced it would do the job
they needed it to do. Like if they wanted to create a fireball they would
convert the energy into a fire nature and then add more energy to it until it
would destroy whatever they needed to destroy.
Spellweavers
on the other had could manipulate magic more so. Instead of always throwing a
fireball she could create a fire javelin. It wasn’t as always that simple
though. Mages with different talents could do different things; magic after all
she had been taught was only limited by your creativity. She was one of few
born with the ability to weave the magic and see it, an ability she had
dedicated her time and energy perfecting for one purpose.
The kitchen
was nearly empty and guessed that everyone had gone home. On the counter where
she found the trays to deliver was one tray left with a note on it.
“Dinner For
Ann”
Being an
orphan she was one of the few that lived in the castle as a kitchen servant.
The job besides putting her one step closer to her ultimate goal had many other
benefits. She had meals like the one before her, was paid a little sum every
week, and had room nearby the kitchens.
Her teacher who had only fueled her
hatred for the King would be furious that she would work in the castle but she
didn’t care as long as she could eventually carry out her goal. The castle as
she had found out was nearly impossible to get into. When she had first arrived
in the town she was convinced she would have to blast her way in with magic and
hunt the man down but she had soon learned that the castle was made of a magic
resistant stone. There was always something in her way.
