Natural Magic: A Progression Fantasy Saga (The Last Magus Book 1) by DB King

Author:DB King [King, DB]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-13T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Terror froze Alec to the spot. His fight or flight response overloaded, the desire to run screaming from the dining hall warring with the impulse to pull the Diamondspear from his robes and extend it to its full, deadly length. Across the table, an equally shocked expression filled Eleira’s beautiful face.

Uriel Diamondspear, however, merely rolled his eyes and continued eating. “Always with the dramatics,” the old man muttered as he shook his head. “Alright, Maimonides the Shadebringer. You’ve scared your pupils half to death—enough of the dramatics.”

The mist surrounding the table cleared in an instant. It rolled backward to a single point a few feet away, coalescing into the form of a short man in garish robes. Whoever this was apparently had even less fashion sense than the monks of the Archon Tower. His jacket clashed horribly with his shirt, lavender threads against a backdrop of bright bubblegum pink. And who would think to add brown to that color palette?

Within moments, the only trace of the mist was a single plume of smoke rising from the short man’s pipe. No, not a man, Alec realized. A gnome. A gnome mage stood before him, smoking a pipe and grinning like he’d just played the world’s best joke.

Uriel Diamondspear sighed heavily. “Must you, Maimonides? We are trying to enjoy our breakfast.”

The gnome let out a wheezing little laugh and shrugged. “Every meal goes down better with a little show,” he said, striding forward on his stubby legs. “So these are our pupils, Urry? Let’s have a look at them.”

As Alec watched, the man pulled out a pair of spectacles and slid them on. He closed the one eye in a squint, making him look like some kind of very strange cyclops. The tiny man leaned forward, his eyes barely reaching over the tabletop.

“Ah, yes—goodness! Youth! It’s wasted on the young, that’s what I always say.” The gnome gave Alec a quick once over, then spent much longer admiring Eleira’s pleasing form. “Though it certainly has its benefits. You’re of the Leafwalker tribe, my fair elf? No need to tell me, of course—I can see it in your eyes. Along with other, more prurient distinctions of your anatomy—"

Uriel coughed. It was the kind of cough that let everyone within its hearing know that the man who’d made it was seriously displeased.

The gnome broke off with a pained little look. “Very well,” he said, the corner of his mouth curling in a smirk. “Which one of them’s mine? The one who does magic without a book. I do so hope it’s this fair elven maiden, though from the way she’s looking at me, she might prefer her handsome older instructors be a bit taller than she is—”

“Alec,” Uriel said, pointing. Alec got the distinct impression this was a performance the two men had put on many, many times over the course of their friendship. “He’s your pupil, Maimonides. You’d best keep that in mind. There’s a reason half the maids on the Estate won’t attend to your chambers any longer.

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