Forgotten Mage by D.W. Jackson Page B

Farlane, prince of Farlan
and rightful heir to my father’s title,” Bren said proudly, though
his voice still shook slightly.
    “You need to see the person in charge,”
She said, almost laughing to herself. “That will be Arch Mage
Sae-Thae, who at the moment should be in his study. I will send a
runner to him if you could please wait a moment,” the lady said,
showing Bren and Faye to a long bench.
    As Bren waited, he couldn’t help but
laugh. Uncle Sae-Thae was the head of the mage’s school. He had met
with Sae-Thae more times than one could imagine, though over the
past few years his visits had lessened. It was Sae-Thae who had
argued with his mother on his behalf for the rights to his title to
the Mage’s Tower. He had been one of the few people Bren trusted
completely.
    It wasn’t long before a tall female
with ash grey skin, deep blue eyes, and dark black hair approached
them. Bren knew that she was a vathari, though slightly different
than the ones he had met in the past. Bren couldn’t help but find
her beautiful, almost like one of the sculptures that his mother
had in the garden.
    “Master Farlane, if you would follow
me, I will take you too Master Sae-Thae,” the vathari woman said
curtly.
    “Shall we go Faye?” Bren ask as he got
up to follow the woman.
    “I was only instructed to show you to
master Sae-Thae, your friend will have to wait here.”
    “I think I have the right to bring
whoever I wish with me. If Uncle Sae-Thae doesn’t like it, I am
sure he will let me know when we arrive,” Bren said
sternly.
    “As you wish,” She replied, with a bit
of anger in her voice.
    “Where did Avalanche go?” Faye asked,
looking around for the rock hound.
    Bren had almost forgotten about
Avalanche. “She is always running off. It will save you a great
deal of headache if you try not to think on it too often. I just
hope she’s not destroying another jewelry store”
    The female vathari led Bren and Faye to
a large staircase. After more than ten minutes of climbing, Bren
was sweating and his feet started to feel heavy. The longer he
walked, the more he started to believe in the stories of mages
living in their towers and seldom coming down. If they had to make
this climb every day, they would all look like captains of the
guard.
    “This way,” the vathari said, opening a
thick wooden door with the odd carvings in the wood.
    As Bren walked through the doorway, he
instantly noticed the tall vathari man sitting hunched over the
desk in the back of the room. At the sound of their entering
Sae-Thae looked up, his large black eyes examining Bren for a long
time. “I thought something might have happened to you,” The vathari
mage said after a long pause of silence. “Your mother sent word
that you might be coming and that she wanted you returned on sight
more than a fortnight ago.”
    Knowing that his mother had already
sent word to Sae-Thae made the young man’s knees weak. “You don’t
plan to cart me back to her do you?” Bren asked, looking into
Sae-Thae’s face for any hint of his intentions.
    “Why would I do that when I have been
trying to get her to let you come here ever since you could walk?”
Sae-Thae replied with a toothy grin, showing of his large pointed
teeth. “I don’t think I will be able to hide your presence from her
for long though. Your mother is very adept at gathering
information. In fact, I am surprised she hasn’t already caught you.
Just what have you been doing these past days?” Sae-Thae asked, his
eyes focusing on Faye who stood nervously behind Bren.
    “Working on a farm,” Bren answered
honestly. “This is Faye, a friend who I met on the farm. She can
use magic,” Bren continued, the words feeling awkward coming out of
his mouth.
    “Is that so young lady?” Sae-Thae
asked, looking at the young girl again with his penetrating dark
glare. “Internal or external magic?”
    “” Internal I think,” Bren
answered when Faye suddenly seemed to lose her