The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the small coastal town. The sky was painted with hues of pink and purple, a breathtaking sunset giving way to a serene evening. The sound of waves gently lapping against the shore created a soothing melody, while the salty sea air filled the lungs,faint footsteps and chatterings can be heard from afar which is becoming louder as the minutes passes by.
The sound of the crackling fire can be heard from this hut The steams were rising from the cauldron on the fire,as he tried hard to place the cauldron on the fire, 'simple work right?' but with a broken hand, it's one hell of a job,quite a lot has been happening to him as the day passes by,his life in more danger,each day than the previous.
"And a drop of scorpions venom,I guess the potion should work now"he said picking up the laden to scoop up some of the green liquid which he pours into the vial
He didn't need to be told,he knows what to do,with Shaky hand,he picked up the vial,whispering what seems to be a last prayer,should something happen to him
"Drink it up boy,I don't have all day, I've got some observations to make"
With the last drop of courage left in him,he swallowed the content if the vial."tell me as soon as you start feeling changed in your body,so I can make observations"
"Yes sir" well this has been his life,working In the carven as a dish washer in the morning,and as a lab rat in the evening in a
herbalist charnel (which Is the most dangerous job one can get, sometimes the experiment could go wrong leading to rash,time swell or another pains) and an artist at some point in time
"It's been over an hour now,aren't ya feeling anything boy"
"No,maybe it isn't working"
"Ahhhhh damn it,another wrong experiment yet again"he said as he smashes the cauldron of liquid , spilling the content.
"You know what,maybe you've grown numb and who can't feel any pain again,because you're useless,clean this place up now!"he said as he stormed out of the charnel
Well there goes Lysander piper,a complete failure of magic, a rank 1 herbalist,at the age of forty,he is the joke of the day to other magus.
"My lord,am done already,and about going home"
"Here you are"he said handing the boy some silver coins
"Thanks my lord, my profoun....."
"Yeah yeah,cut the crap and head home,it's night already"
"Thanks my lord" he said as he was heading out of the charnel
In the silence of the night, The hearth is warmly lit, with soft golden light spilling from the lamps . Outside, the darkness of night presses against the windows as the scent of sizzling vegetables and spices wafts through the air
"Here you are mom"he said giving a wryly smile
"Bruises"his mom replied as she rubbed the bruises on his face and his broken hand
" Oh the bruises,I fell mom,don't worry,I can take care of myself"he said as he rubbed the broken hand and his bruised face.
As the night faded,placing his mother's head in his lap he began thinking about how his life had become since his father died, molestation had become an everyday activity he's always looking forward to facing.well many times he had asked himself, nowhere had he gone wrong
"Ahhhhh,well it's all a prelude"he sigh
Authors note:dear readers,sorry for putting you in the dark,I guess,this is my own way of attracting your attention, I promise to unravel the pieces of the story little bit little,to bring you to an unexpected end(well not a bad end),please do ensure to strive to be updated, and I'll keep weaving the tale.Your support means everything to me. Please keep turning fthe pages, . "Next chapter coming soon!".