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Jinx proved herself reliable, that earned her a gold star in Mae's imaginary book.
But Edric? That kid sucked. She'd warned Gilram when he'd shared his plan of just storming up to the academy to recruit initiates that he'd likely end up with the ones that were twisted and broken beyond repair. All of them knew a few Dreadlords like that. Her experience with Edric thus far had been his refusal to don a dress, his violent murder-spree, and now he was seemingly beginning to lose his shit once more.
"Shh," Mae said as she stepped between the ruthless Dreadlord and the captive man in green who dangled from a watery tendril, "it's ok. I know you're scared."
Whimpering and terrified the nobleman nodded while sniffling some combination of fallen tears and snot.
Mae moved a half-step closer with a cheshire grin coating her face. "I bet you wish you knew where the chalice was. Then we could just leave you be."
"Then just say it," Mae said while extending her magic to include him, "wish that you knew where the chalice was and I'll keep this foul man away from you."
She spoke with such confidence, such poise, that despite the confusion that colored his face the man regained a modicum of composure. He brought a wrist up to dry his eyes and then looked at Mae Heilig as if she were his life line.
Nothing happened. Nothing seemed to change. But Mae felt it, the subtle feeling she always got when a wisher activated her magic. The exertion that it triggered, the minor pain she'd experience in her chest, all of it signs of her ability activating. Then a candle seemed to light within the man's head.
But Edric? That kid sucked. She'd warned Gilram when he'd shared his plan of just storming up to the academy to recruit initiates that he'd likely end up with the ones that were twisted and broken beyond repair. All of them knew a few Dreadlords like that. Her experience with Edric thus far had been his refusal to don a dress, his violent murder-spree, and now he was seemingly beginning to lose his shit once more.
"Shh," Mae said as she stepped between the ruthless Dreadlord and the captive man in green who dangled from a watery tendril, "it's ok. I know you're scared."
Whimpering and terrified the nobleman nodded while sniffling some combination of fallen tears and snot.
Mae moved a half-step closer with a cheshire grin coating her face. "I bet you wish you knew where the chalice was. Then we could just leave you be."
"Y-yes, ma'am, I do."
"Then just say it," Mae said while extending her magic to include him, "wish that you knew where the chalice was and I'll keep this foul man away from you."
She spoke with such confidence, such poise, that despite the confusion that colored his face the man regained a modicum of composure. He brought a wrist up to dry his eyes and then looked at Mae Heilig as if she were his life line.
"I wish I knew where the chalice was."
Nothing happened. Nothing seemed to change. But Mae felt it, the subtle feeling she always got when a wisher activated her magic. The exertion that it triggered, the minor pain she'd experience in her chest, all of it signs of her ability activating. Then a candle seemed to light within the man's head.
"Basement. Third corridor from the left. Top shelf. Father stored it there an hour ago."