A Sorcerer’s TaleWritten By Ian Read
Chapter 1
“You expect me to pay money for such…poor quality merchandise?” Asked a tallman with short, spiky blonde hair.“Yea, I do. And, if you want it, you’ll pay me for it.” Said a gruff lookingmerchant. He folded his fat, hairy arms and looked up at the blonde man.“I see…well, it is such horrendous quality, I don’t see any reason to pay such high prices. This isn’t worth it, you see. Therefore, I’ll offer 40 Karns.” The merchant laugheda malicious laugh, as though saying, ‘yea, right’.“The price stands at sixty Karns.” The blonde man raised one eyebrow and lookedat the man. His intense gaze would probably made lesser men quake, but this man washolding steady, not allowing himself to be brought down by some strange man. Theenergy between the two of them was so thick, you’d need a sword to cut through it.“I could just take it, you know. It’d be well within my power. Given your, prodigious girth, I truly doubt you could stop me.” Again, the merchant laughed. Therewas mirth in it this time.“Yea, sure. You’re a sorcerer. You have that brand on your arm there. You can’ttake it.”“Of course I could. There is nothing guiding my hand. I can do as I wish.” Theman was holding the jewel in question, playing with it, as though it were a small ball. Nothing of consequence.“You can’t. Everyone knows sorcerers can’t do anything wrong.” The merchantstarted acting a little nervous, watching the jewel a little more, starting to get nervousabout it’s immediate future, and his finances.“I don’t know. I’ve heard rumors of renegade sorcerers who steal all the time. Asfar as I’ve heard, the sorcerian council hasn’t even batted an eye.” His play with the jewelgot a little more violent. It started to look like he was attempting to impress this fatmerchant with his skills. This little thought was ignored by the merchant who desperatelywanted to take it back, but his want to be paid for it was too much to grab it.“That council thing of yours is completely stupid. They don’t prosecute therenegades, but say they protect us from you.”“It could merely be that they agree with me that right and wrong are merely statesof mind created by the individual. They may realize that one’s moral’s dictate their actions.” The man was balancing the jewel on one finger as he spoke. The merchant hadstarted sweating.“Moral’s don’t exist. People do whatever the hell they want. No one ever caresabout anyone else.”“Now, now. Many care. They may no know how to show it. I care about very few people. Moreover, those people know me well enough to know that I care. Caring is arelative term, my friend.” He slammed the jewel down on the merchants stall. Themerchant, who’d been watching the jewel feverishly, gasped silently as it hit the wood.“Now, forty Karns?”“No. No, no, no, no, no. It’s sixty Karns or nothing.” The blonde man smirked. Inhis expression, the words, “I win” were written in large, bold letters.2
“Alright, my friend. I must succumb to your bartering skills. I’ll take it…for nothing.” He snatched it back up and started running towards the town gates.The speed with which he ran was incredible. No mortal man could ever evendream of running unaided with this agility. His red trench coat billowed behind him, theedges of which threatened to rip from the rest from sheer force of the wind. The guards,roused by the merchant’s call of distress, cut off the exit and held their spears in front of them. The blonde man smirked again, although no one saw it. They saw only the red blur,accompanied by the sound of rushing wind.The man leapt into the air, seemingly flying until his flight peaked and his descentstarted. He landed on an outstretched spear, which fell quickly to the ground under hisweight. He used the spear to send himself flying again. The spear point fell to the ground,snapped under the power of the jump, and as he landed, he ran full speed into the woods.The two guards looked at each other, and decided going in to catch him was pointless.They could never catch him.However much he may have proven otherwise, that blonde man is the hero of our story. The protagonist. He is indeed a sorcerer. He performs magic and, like the merchantsaid, ‘can do nothing wrong’. However, he is a smart man. He discovered loopholes tothe rules. For instance, if something is offered, even unintentionally, then you may acceptthe price offered. It was offered as, ‘nothing’, so it could be taken for nothing. This keptthe blond man, who’s name is Izzaro, alive and out of the prisons of the sorcerian council.Izzaro was running back to his companion, who sat in waiting. It’d taken longer than he would have expected to get that merchant to give Izzaro the jewel in the manner he wanted. Had it gone on much longer, he might have actually had to pay. Perish thethought.His quick legs brought him to a clearing, in which sat a beautiful girl. Her auburnhair fell just to her mid-back, and had been woven into a tight ponytail. Her face exuded aglow that made people happy just to look upon it. This special little ability didn’t work onher constantly sullen companion. And that fact burned her up. She wanted to be ablespread a ray of sunshine upon him every now and again. Or, more to the point, se wouldhave liked if he allowed a ray to touch him.“So, what kinds of goodies did you bring back, slowpoke?” She asked cheerily.He had sat down on the log she had been occupying just moments before.“It took longer for me to get him to speak as I willed, as I see you’ve noticed. Ionly got one item, as usual.”“Another boring rock that we’ll never even talk about again?” She asked, lookinga little downtrodden.“No. This is for you. It’s a defensive gem. If you’ll shut your mouth and turnaround, I’ll activate it.” The girl, who’s name is Sanala, turned around, a knowing smileon her face.“A defense gem for me? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you liked me.”“Then it’s a good thing you do know me. I need you alive, Sanala. You’re corpsewill give me no aid.”“So, just another business proposition, huh? I don’t know, Izzaro. It seems a littletoo convenient. I mean, we get attacked two days ago and now I’m being defended?” She3
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