A Wizard's Dark Dominion (The Gods and Kings Chronicles Book 1) by Haywood Lee H

Author:Haywood, Lee H. [Haywood, Lee H.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Free Dominion Publishing
Published: 2017-11-02T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

VII

MASTER AND APPRENTICE

“THE ESSENTIAL RULE THAT YOU MUST UNDERSTAND, before I can teach you another thing, is that all you ever learned at Taper was a lie.” Jeremiah was standing behind his desk, using it as a lectern. Scribbled notes and crossed out lists covered the surface. “That knowledge served as a distraction to deny you your full potential.”

“Truly, you are exaggerating,” said Demetry. He was lounging on the bumpy hay-filled mattress the warden called a bed.

Jeremiah gave him a look that implied he most definitely was not. “Do this, create an apple for me.”

Demetry sat up cross-legged and began to murmur the words to the spell. It was one of the hundreds of New Magic spells Jeremiah had taught him in the past few months. Demetry was eager to learn the Old Magic, but for some reason Jeremiah was holding back. To prove he was ready, Demetry worked on each New Magic incantation until he had it practiced to perfection. Then he would practice some more, often staying awake long after Jeremiah had fallen asleep. Demetry hoped his hard work ethic would convince Jeremiah he was ready to take the next step. Thus far, it had not. Demetry was beginning to worry Jeremiah was going to back out on his promise.

“He’s holding back because he fears you,” whispered a nagging voice in the recesses of Demetry’s mind. “He knows what you are. He knows what you will become. Jeremiah’s no better than the headmaster and his brat nephew.”

Demetry silenced the paranoid opinion with a shake of his head and focused on the task at hand. His voice rose and fell as he began the New Magic incantation to summon an apple. The words painted an image in his mind; red flesh, spongy interior, seeds black as jet. He could feel the fruit start to take form in his hand. Only one more cycle through the refrain and it would materialize. Suddenly, something thwacked him in the head. Demetry looked up to discover Jeremiah had his arm cocked back and was ready to throw a second apple.

“What was that?” demanded Demetry, raising his hands in defense.

“An apple.”

“I don't understand.”

“Life is an endless game of twisting words to match your thoughts. Yet which is the weaker lot?” Jeremiah edged closer, tossing the apple from hand to hand. His lips were curled in a devilish smirk. “Words obscure our true meaning. Thoughts are endless. Thus the New Magic limits us. Do you know who taught men how to use the New Magic?”

“The Guardians.”

Jeremiah nodded.

“When the first generation of magic wielders came into their powers, there were no spells, no incantations, no knowledge of the void, or comprehension of the Sundered Soul,” said Jeremiah, his voice deepening as it took on the tone he often used while lecturing. “The first generation knew only one type of magic — the Old Magic, the magic of the mind. The results were catastrophic. Cities burned, warlocks claimed dominion, entire empires fell.”

“The Fall of Eremor.”

Jeremiah nodded again. “The Guardians provided a solution.

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