by Tamarion
© 1999 Tamarion, all rights reserved
He crept into the room, a whisper, a scent so slight as to be barely noticed. The bag hung at his waist. Soon, very soon he would have the globe and he would be free.
Terence slept. He never expected that Gal-eon would think of betrayal.Terence was sure of his power. Too sure.
Gal-eon had obeyed for years, and waited. A lesser wizard, he had been promised power behond his wildest dreams, but it had never materialized. Now he would take what should have been, to his mind, given freely.
Closer, closer. Suddenly a thin, wiry arm snaked out and grabbed him. Eyes cold as death and bright as moonlight looked at him.
"What...do...you...seek...to...disturb...my...rest?" the voice he knew so well whispered, sending shivers of terror down Gal-eon's spine.
Sweat sprung now from his forehead, as blood, and his heart beat fast like a trapped bird.
He knew it was no use. He was found out. Still he would plead for his life, for his son Morgan's sake.
"Do not think i will forgive you this..."the voice rasped. "It is too late for that.You will never live to use it, but i will give you one last look..."
Terence sprang up, snatching the globe from behind his pillow. With a word he commanded it, and evil red light burst from it, lighting the room, and the face of the terrified man.
Gal-eon cowered back, his arm across his face. "No Master....nooooo."
Terence rang for one of his slaves. He barely spared a glance at the floor.
"Take this...i have need of these parts for my...experiments."
He covered the globe, and yet the red glow remained, showing the slave dragging Galeon's remains from the room, to the cellar, as many had gone before him.
Terence turned his mind at once to the boy, Morgan. Yes, he thought. He would have a pupil of that one. It would not be hard to bend the orphan boy's will to his.
He smiled, his yellow teeth sharp and ratlike.