Master of One

by Jaida Jones

The sorcerer continued, “We’ll kill you if you don’t agree to our proposal.” “I agree to your proposal,” Rags said.

Before he knew it, they were passing his old friend the first corpse. “Pal of yours?” he asked Shining Talon. “My brother,” Shining Talon replied.

Lmao

“She won’t remember the lizard,” he said distantly, by way of explanation. From the way the sheep stumbled over themselves to get away, he hadn’t bothered ensorcelling them to forget the shit they’d seen.

“Am I causing you pain?” Shining Talon asked. “Yeah. Don’t stop,” Rags replied.

“You can stay, if you want,” he said, “while I sleep.” Slowly, carefully, he settled into Tal’s side. He set the palm of his free hand on Tal’s shoulder. Then he closed his eyes, because looking at Tal while he suffered was too much from up close.

“Your hands are precious to you,” Tal replied. “They are precious to me.”