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12th Doctor
Time Lord Victorious
The village seemed deserted yet birds flew up high in the sky above him. Rud Rainman, better known as 'the sorcerer', made his way across the muddy paths that connected one end of the village with the other. He was a well-known name but not a very well-known face. People had heard of him all over the Kingdom but few had the misfortune of actually meeting him. It was no wonder that the villagers had decided to stay inside.
The Sorcerer was known for many things but none of them truly being kind. He saved people, but only on order. He helped but only if he was paid royally. All his good deeds were overshadowed by the ransoms, the blood money paid and the lives given to get to his goal. For the Sorcerer was a man who had worked for the late King and Queen and now worked for their son.
He appeared to be lean and tall and was too agile for a man his age. Though no one knew that much about him, they all knew that tales of him had been around for at least a generation if not two. The man had grey hair and grey eyes, but his tread was steady and his posture betrayed no sign of rustiness. He appeared to be a young man trapped inside a mature body and this scared the villagers even more.
Dressed in a neat black outfit which was only adorned with some red velvet and green lining, he made his way back to the caste where he was wanted. It was widely known that the King wanted to go to war - a thing the people were not waiting for. It was also known that he wanted his daughter to be protected by magic while he was away fighting. For both these things the king needed the man and his enchantments. Everyone knew where he was headed and what his tasks would be. No one dared to think that the Sorcerer was becoming tired of the minor roles he had to play in life. "To always serve a king." He chuckled and turned his gaze away from the muddy trail he was walking on.
"No, I'm going to be so much more." And his eyes fell upon her.
The Sorcerer was known for many things but none of them truly being kind. He saved people, but only on order. He helped but only if he was paid royally. All his good deeds were overshadowed by the ransoms, the blood money paid and the lives given to get to his goal. For the Sorcerer was a man who had worked for the late King and Queen and now worked for their son.
He appeared to be lean and tall and was too agile for a man his age. Though no one knew that much about him, they all knew that tales of him had been around for at least a generation if not two. The man had grey hair and grey eyes, but his tread was steady and his posture betrayed no sign of rustiness. He appeared to be a young man trapped inside a mature body and this scared the villagers even more.
Dressed in a neat black outfit which was only adorned with some red velvet and green lining, he made his way back to the caste where he was wanted. It was widely known that the King wanted to go to war - a thing the people were not waiting for. It was also known that he wanted his daughter to be protected by magic while he was away fighting. For both these things the king needed the man and his enchantments. Everyone knew where he was headed and what his tasks would be. No one dared to think that the Sorcerer was becoming tired of the minor roles he had to play in life. "To always serve a king." He chuckled and turned his gaze away from the muddy trail he was walking on.
"No, I'm going to be so much more." And his eyes fell upon her.
erikaleeanne
pun master
Before her grandmother died, Marnie
Cranston was always intrigued by the stories of majesty and mystique that people could wield, all told over baking bread. Stories and bread. Her grandmother wasn't good for much else.
But she was alone now, and the pleasant, entrancing stories were practically diminished by the village's terrifying rumors of the Sorcerer; his ruthlessness, his cunning...he sounded like the personification of danger. Marnie hardly cared though; she had read enough books and heard enough tales to care too much about the dangers of the real world.
The village was quiet today, and Marnie knew why; she was warned several times. The Sorcerer was going to serve their bloodthirsty king today. Mothers and fathers his their children, and now her village looked practically vacant.
Marnie rolled another loaf of bread, fresh flour staining her palms and the tips of her curly, chocolate-colored hair. She was always too busy feeding hungry, pastry-craving mouths to worry a lot about her appearance, yet many in the village complimented her subtle beauty.
At this moment, she was too preoccupied with the horrible heat in the bakery to worry about her appearance. She was practically boiling, and had to get some fresh air. Popping the last batch of breads in the oven, she walked outside, dusting the flour from her hands and wiping the sweat from her brow.
She then froze; there he was. The Sorcerer. She made eye contact with him for a very brief yet intense second before quickly turning away and looking up to the sky, still wiping her hands.
Cranston was always intrigued by the stories of majesty and mystique that people could wield, all told over baking bread. Stories and bread. Her grandmother wasn't good for much else.
But she was alone now, and the pleasant, entrancing stories were practically diminished by the village's terrifying rumors of the Sorcerer; his ruthlessness, his cunning...he sounded like the personification of danger. Marnie hardly cared though; she had read enough books and heard enough tales to care too much about the dangers of the real world.
The village was quiet today, and Marnie knew why; she was warned several times. The Sorcerer was going to serve their bloodthirsty king today. Mothers and fathers his their children, and now her village looked practically vacant.
Marnie rolled another loaf of bread, fresh flour staining her palms and the tips of her curly, chocolate-colored hair. She was always too busy feeding hungry, pastry-craving mouths to worry a lot about her appearance, yet many in the village complimented her subtle beauty.
At this moment, she was too preoccupied with the horrible heat in the bakery to worry about her appearance. She was practically boiling, and had to get some fresh air. Popping the last batch of breads in the oven, she walked outside, dusting the flour from her hands and wiping the sweat from her brow.
She then froze; there he was. The Sorcerer. She made eye contact with him for a very brief yet intense second before quickly turning away and looking up to the sky, still wiping her hands.
12th Doctor
Time Lord Victorious
But the Sorcerer had seen her. His gaze had been intense and unbeknown to her she had managed to stir something deep within him. It was something he thought he'd forgotten.
The meeting with the king went as the Sorcerer had expected. "And while I protect your beloved daughter you will fight with an army that cannot be defeated, crafted by the magic of my hand."
"I do hope your powers are still up to par." The King challenged him. "I do hope your words are still as strong."
"My liege, when have I ever failed you or any of your ancestors?" He knelt as he spoke, but he could not hide the bitterness as he rasped the words through gritted teeth. The Sorcerer's grey eyes rarely met those of the King, but this was one of those moments he dared to look up and see his employer stare back at him. He could read the doubt in those eyes and the arrogance the current King owned. It reminded him of himself.
The King grimaced. "You're right." Then he turned his back to the Sorcerer. "While I'm gone the land shall be ruled by my orders. My instructions lie with my daughter, Augusta, and my right hand, Paulus. " But the King did make it a point to watch the Sorcerer from over his shoulder as he added the next few words in a low and menacing voice. "And if I come back to find my sweet girl hurt in any kind of way I will have your head."
The Sorcerer merely smirked but said nothing to it. He worked till midnight on enchantments that could create the repellent and large army the King had requested. The protection of the princess was no trouble to him. H knew his own powers extended far and were strong enough to have kept him save for as long as they had. He did not worry about her life though, nor did he worry about the King's threat.
The only thing that caused him worry was the face that lingered in his mind. An image that popped in front of him whenever his eyes closed whether it was due to tiredness or because of a mere blink. He knew he was a man, and he knew he owned the weaknesses of one. Yet he'd always believed he'd become immune and that he had shed all that which could slow him down or weaken him. Since when had lust come into his life again? Since when had he welcomed it?
That girl. That one simple peasant girl he'd seen today was still there in his mind, pestering him with her stunning appearance. She was unlike the girls he'd seen, unlike the ones that had been or had offered themselves to him. She was unlike anyone he'd ever met because she'd stirred something inside of him. And that something he could only classify as wanton.
During the day he served the King and the King's ambassadors and councillors by gracing them with his presence and scolding to those he was allowed to do so. By night he was working on his spells and magical concoctions. That image of the girl never fading from his mind's eye.
Three days has passed when nightfall came and the Sorcerer dressed in his cloak to leave for the night. He headed to the village and traced his steps back to the bakery. There he watched in silence.
The meeting with the king went as the Sorcerer had expected. "And while I protect your beloved daughter you will fight with an army that cannot be defeated, crafted by the magic of my hand."
"I do hope your powers are still up to par." The King challenged him. "I do hope your words are still as strong."
"My liege, when have I ever failed you or any of your ancestors?" He knelt as he spoke, but he could not hide the bitterness as he rasped the words through gritted teeth. The Sorcerer's grey eyes rarely met those of the King, but this was one of those moments he dared to look up and see his employer stare back at him. He could read the doubt in those eyes and the arrogance the current King owned. It reminded him of himself.
The King grimaced. "You're right." Then he turned his back to the Sorcerer. "While I'm gone the land shall be ruled by my orders. My instructions lie with my daughter, Augusta, and my right hand, Paulus. " But the King did make it a point to watch the Sorcerer from over his shoulder as he added the next few words in a low and menacing voice. "And if I come back to find my sweet girl hurt in any kind of way I will have your head."
The Sorcerer merely smirked but said nothing to it. He worked till midnight on enchantments that could create the repellent and large army the King had requested. The protection of the princess was no trouble to him. H knew his own powers extended far and were strong enough to have kept him save for as long as they had. He did not worry about her life though, nor did he worry about the King's threat.
The only thing that caused him worry was the face that lingered in his mind. An image that popped in front of him whenever his eyes closed whether it was due to tiredness or because of a mere blink. He knew he was a man, and he knew he owned the weaknesses of one. Yet he'd always believed he'd become immune and that he had shed all that which could slow him down or weaken him. Since when had lust come into his life again? Since when had he welcomed it?
That girl. That one simple peasant girl he'd seen today was still there in his mind, pestering him with her stunning appearance. She was unlike the girls he'd seen, unlike the ones that had been or had offered themselves to him. She was unlike anyone he'd ever met because she'd stirred something inside of him. And that something he could only classify as wanton.
During the day he served the King and the King's ambassadors and councillors by gracing them with his presence and scolding to those he was allowed to do so. By night he was working on his spells and magical concoctions. That image of the girl never fading from his mind's eye.
Three days has passed when nightfall came and the Sorcerer dressed in his cloak to leave for the night. He headed to the village and traced his steps back to the bakery. There he watched in silence.
erikaleeanne
pun master
Marnie spent the next couple of days trying to keep the gaze of the Sorcerer off of his mind. He came and he went, and that was that. She continued the monotonous routine she had stuck to for quite some time. Bake, eat, read, sleep, repeat.
Then, one particular night, she was cleaning the bakery, with its musty, ingredient-caked floors, counters and walls. In one fateful glance upward, she saw what seemed to be the faint outline of a shadowed figure a few feet away from the bakery. She squinted slightly, dismissing any paranoid thoughts in her mind, sighed, and turned back to her work.
Perhaps it was just a figment of her imagination? The dark always proved to be the scene of menace in her old books.
Then, one particular night, she was cleaning the bakery, with its musty, ingredient-caked floors, counters and walls. In one fateful glance upward, she saw what seemed to be the faint outline of a shadowed figure a few feet away from the bakery. She squinted slightly, dismissing any paranoid thoughts in her mind, sighed, and turned back to her work.
Perhaps it was just a figment of her imagination? The dark always proved to be the scene of menace in her old books.
12th Doctor
Time Lord Victorious
And the dark certainly knew how to tease her. The Dark figure didn't move, instead it just stared at her and followed her movements, "She's pretty." The Sorcerer had to admit. "Pretty." he repated, and then his expression changed. "And mine."
The Sorcerer was a man who wouldn't hide if he knew he could win this game. And the next day at dawn he approached the little bakery and knocked on the door. The villagers were shocked to see him and quickly made way for him before hiding in their homes. But when he had approached the bakery there were some brave - or was it foolish?- villagers who dared to peek out of their windows or even set foot outside to watch him. They wondered what he was doing here, of course, but the Sorcerer couldn't care less. He had set out with a purpose, and that purpose was to get to know the girl whose face had been haunting him for four days.
The Sorcerer was a man who wouldn't hide if he knew he could win this game. And the next day at dawn he approached the little bakery and knocked on the door. The villagers were shocked to see him and quickly made way for him before hiding in their homes. But when he had approached the bakery there were some brave - or was it foolish?- villagers who dared to peek out of their windows or even set foot outside to watch him. They wondered what he was doing here, of course, but the Sorcerer couldn't care less. He had set out with a purpose, and that purpose was to get to know the girl whose face had been haunting him for four days.
erikaleeanne
pun master
Marnie had been reading intently at the counter, as she had been baking all morning to pull her out of the paranoia she had experienced the night before.
Then she heard a knock on the door and glanced up, a little surprised. Not many knocked before entering, unless it was one of the royals with a yearning for the taste of food outside the palace. She hurriedly tucked her hair behind her ears in a desperate attempt to look presentable before taking a deep breath and opening the door.
Who she saw before her was not royalty. It was a man with an older face but a young gait about him. She almost recognized instantly: the Sorcerer. He was tall; then again, many were taller than her. In shock, she stared up at him, keeping any emotion from her eyes and holding her composure.
Then she heard a knock on the door and glanced up, a little surprised. Not many knocked before entering, unless it was one of the royals with a yearning for the taste of food outside the palace. She hurriedly tucked her hair behind her ears in a desperate attempt to look presentable before taking a deep breath and opening the door.
Who she saw before her was not royalty. It was a man with an older face but a young gait about him. She almost recognized instantly: the Sorcerer. He was tall; then again, many were taller than her. In shock, she stared up at him, keeping any emotion from her eyes and holding her composure.
12th Doctor
Time Lord Victorious
Once she had opened the door there was nothing to stop him and he brushed past her as he entered her home. He came to a halt in the middle of the room and lowered his hood so she could see his face properly. Then he waited for her to close the door.
He did not speak until he was certain that everything was as he wanted it to be. Only then did he part his lips - licking them before he spoke- and looked away from her. "There's a pressing matter that cannot wait. I need to know who you are, what your function is and how you come to know the magic you do. Once I am satisfied I will leave you to your work but make no mistake. I can be your hero but I'm more tempted to become your enemy."
Now he looked at her again. His grey eyes pierced through her.
"Answer me, woman."
Then he frowned for she didn't really look like a woman nor radiated the energy of one. She was still a girl, he could see it now, and she was fragile like all the other humans he had to live with. She was a beauty, but she could never wield the power he had accused her of, could she?
He did not speak until he was certain that everything was as he wanted it to be. Only then did he part his lips - licking them before he spoke- and looked away from her. "There's a pressing matter that cannot wait. I need to know who you are, what your function is and how you come to know the magic you do. Once I am satisfied I will leave you to your work but make no mistake. I can be your hero but I'm more tempted to become your enemy."
Now he looked at her again. His grey eyes pierced through her.
"Answer me, woman."
Then he frowned for she didn't really look like a woman nor radiated the energy of one. She was still a girl, he could see it now, and she was fragile like all the other humans he had to live with. She was a beauty, but she could never wield the power he had accused her of, could she?
erikaleeanne
pun master
When the Sorcerer swept in, Marnie's face grew pale. She could tell he was certainly one who was not ashamed of his assertiveness. As he paused in the middle of the room, he almost acted as if he owned the bakery now.
Suddenly, the man began blasting questions at her, and she raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"...Powers?" she slowly asked, "I have no powers, I'm afraid. I can't do much more than feed the village." Marnie paused, looking over her shoulder. Many others were watching now, like a band of lost puppies. She sighed and closed the door. "I...my name is Marnie Cranston," she continued, "and I...I'm a baker. I own this bakery. May I ask..." She crossed her arms, "...why are you asking me these questions? I don't see what a sorcerer would need with a baker, if I may say so."
Suddenly, the man began blasting questions at her, and she raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"...Powers?" she slowly asked, "I have no powers, I'm afraid. I can't do much more than feed the village." Marnie paused, looking over her shoulder. Many others were watching now, like a band of lost puppies. She sighed and closed the door. "I...my name is Marnie Cranston," she continued, "and I...I'm a baker. I own this bakery. May I ask..." She crossed her arms, "...why are you asking me these questions? I don't see what a sorcerer would need with a baker, if I may say so."
12th Doctor
Time Lord Victorious
"No." The Sorcerer said and his eyes left her features. He would not admit that she was right so instead he turned away from her and went to stare out of the window to see what the other villagers were up to. "You're too weak to be the one I thought you were. Someone must have thrown me off track."
He had been convinced that only magic could stirr the feelings inside of him but now that she had spoken to him he had found he had been wrong. This girl was not in possession of magical powers. She was as normal as could be expected of a simple villager.
His hand had been brought up to his lips, pensively, while the other was tucked in the pocket of his trousers. For a moment he seemed undecided, then he briskly turned round to face her once more and advanced on her. "I need to speak to your parents, little girl. Call your father for me."
He had been convinced that only magic could stirr the feelings inside of him but now that she had spoken to him he had found he had been wrong. This girl was not in possession of magical powers. She was as normal as could be expected of a simple villager.
His hand had been brought up to his lips, pensively, while the other was tucked in the pocket of his trousers. For a moment he seemed undecided, then he briskly turned round to face her once more and advanced on her. "I need to speak to your parents, little girl. Call your father for me."
erikaleeanne
pun master
What was happening was incredibly confusing for Marnie, who took a step and pressed herself against the door as the sorcerer advanced on her.
"Little girl?" She asked incredulously, "I'm nineteen years old, almost twenty. I'm not a child. Furthermore, unless you have a little trick or spell that raises the dead, you won't be speaking to my parents, I'm afraid."
"Little girl?" She asked incredulously, "I'm nineteen years old, almost twenty. I'm not a child. Furthermore, unless you have a little trick or spell that raises the dead, you won't be speaking to my parents, I'm afraid."
12th Doctor
Time Lord Victorious
He smirked. "You've got quite the mouth on you, eh?" His thoughts were swirling. She had no parents and she was of age. That last he'd expected though, which was why he had asked for her parents in the first place. Asking one's hand in marriage was traditional and the right way to go about things. Since the good man wasn't alive any more to scare, the Sorcerer knew that his chances of getting her to marry him would be almost non-existent.
"I am able to call you anything I like. And since you're smaller than me I can call you little." He looked down at her as if to prove his point. "And since you are without husband I may call you girl, not yet woman."
The Sorcerer leant against the wall and eyed her. "I wonder if you're more than just talk. You will give me some of your bread."
"I am able to call you anything I like. And since you're smaller than me I can call you little." He looked down at her as if to prove his point. "And since you are without husband I may call you girl, not yet woman."
The Sorcerer leant against the wall and eyed her. "I wonder if you're more than just talk. You will give me some of your bread."
erikaleeanne
pun master
Marnie felt her stomach drop a little. She depised people like him: arrogant, self-absorbed, overly-assertive. However, she knew that if she didn't do what he said, he more than likely had means of getting what he wanted. Besides, it was just bread.
"Very well." She muttered, sliding past the Sorcerer and behind the counter. Marnie ducked under the counter and pulled out a fresh loaf. She plopped onto the counter and raised an eyebrow. "There, enjoy your bread. I won't charge you for it, as I'm guessing you weren't going to pay for it, anyway." She muttered, quickly wrapping the loaf. Marnie wanted the man out of the bakery as quickly as possible.
"Very well." She muttered, sliding past the Sorcerer and behind the counter. Marnie ducked under the counter and pulled out a fresh loaf. She plopped onto the counter and raised an eyebrow. "There, enjoy your bread. I won't charge you for it, as I'm guessing you weren't going to pay for it, anyway." She muttered, quickly wrapping the loaf. Marnie wanted the man out of the bakery as quickly as possible.
12th Doctor
Time Lord Victorious
Naturally he just had to notice what her tactics were leading to. He knew she wanted him gone and he knew he didn't want to leave her just yet.
"Very right." He said, then reached for the loaf on the counter. Yet, when his hand hovered above it he retracted it and she knew she wasn't rid of him.
"For a girl your size you do dare to speak up to a man like me." he smirked at her. "Aren't you afraid of my magical powers?"
"Very right." He said, then reached for the loaf on the counter. Yet, when his hand hovered above it he retracted it and she knew she wasn't rid of him.
"For a girl your size you do dare to speak up to a man like me." he smirked at her. "Aren't you afraid of my magical powers?"
erikaleeanne
pun master
Marnie looked up at the Sorcerer, eyebrows raised. He was toying with her, she could tell. He wanted her to be scared. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.
"Even if I was scared of your magic, Sorcerer, I wouldn't tell you. I can tell you really enjoy watching people look at you in fear. Would you like to know what I think?" She rested her elbows on the counter and leaned in a little, "I think you feed off of fear like a parasite. But I want you to know that I'm not afraid of you; so if that's what you came here to do, I think it might be best if you took your bread and left."
"Even if I was scared of your magic, Sorcerer, I wouldn't tell you. I can tell you really enjoy watching people look at you in fear. Would you like to know what I think?" She rested her elbows on the counter and leaned in a little, "I think you feed off of fear like a parasite. But I want you to know that I'm not afraid of you; so if that's what you came here to do, I think it might be best if you took your bread and left."
12th Doctor
Time Lord Victorious
"That's not what I came here for." The Sorcerer's lips moved sensually, accentuating each word. He remained silent for a moment while he studied the girl in front of him. Her appearance was pleasant. She looked innocent though her words contradicted the shy appearance she hid behind. Her curly hair distracted him for it looked so - there was only one word for it really- fluffy that he wanted to tangle his hands in her hair and pull her close. Her eyes were bright and her skin smooth.
"If I wanted to have you cower in fear I'd have used tricks long ago. If I wanted the bread for free I would have gotten better at the castle." He pointed at a loaf behind her and with some sissling and purple smoke the food had changed into a spider which hurried away. The Sorcerer smirked for he head the creature exclaim 'freedom'.
"If I wanted you in my bed, slithering underneath me, would that scare you?" He watched her intently.
"If I wanted to have you cower in fear I'd have used tricks long ago. If I wanted the bread for free I would have gotten better at the castle." He pointed at a loaf behind her and with some sissling and purple smoke the food had changed into a spider which hurried away. The Sorcerer smirked for he head the creature exclaim 'freedom'.
"If I wanted you in my bed, slithering underneath me, would that scare you?" He watched her intently.
erikaleeanne
pun master
Marnie looked over her shoulder at the spider, then back to the Sorcerer. It was beginning to make more and more sense. He, apparently, didn't want her to be frightened; he just wanted her.
She took a step back from the counter, fists clenched. "I would say," she muttered, voice tensed, "that if you wanted that, you'd have to kill me first. I'd say that I hope you rot in hell before any of that ever, ever happened."
She turned away from him, fists clenched even tighter. "Also," she continued, "leave my bread out of this. It may not be enough for your royal, pretentious palette; but it feeds the village. Now, I'd very much appreciate it if you let me, as well as the villagers, be."
She took a step back from the counter, fists clenched. "I would say," she muttered, voice tensed, "that if you wanted that, you'd have to kill me first. I'd say that I hope you rot in hell before any of that ever, ever happened."
She turned away from him, fists clenched even tighter. "Also," she continued, "leave my bread out of this. It may not be enough for your royal, pretentious palette; but it feeds the village. Now, I'd very much appreciate it if you let me, as well as the villagers, be."
12th Doctor
Time Lord Victorious
"I make no promises." The Sorcerer said. But he did turn after taking the loaf she'd placed for him on the counter and he then headed to the door. His hand rested against the wood when he paused. His lips parted and for a moment nothing happened.
"Marnie. Miss Cranston, I think you for your loaf." Then he departed. The door fell into its lock behind his back, leaving Marnie all alone in the bakery.
"Marnie. Miss Cranston, I think you for your loaf." Then he departed. The door fell into its lock behind his back, leaving Marnie all alone in the bakery.
erikaleeanne
pun master
Marnie stood, dumbfounded for a moment. By the way he had left, she suspected that he might return; but for now, that wasn't something that she was going to put much thought into.
She sighed, rummaged for the book that she had been reading, and leaned back against the counter with a relieved smirk.
She sighed, rummaged for the book that she had been reading, and leaned back against the counter with a relieved smirk.
12th Doctor
Time Lord Victorious
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Marnie. Dear little Marnie. She had somehow imprinted herself on the Sorcerer's mind. She was much younger, he was aware of that, and despite the words she'd used he could tell that she was quite innocent as well. Too young, too innocent and too much of a peasant to be any respectable match for him. Then again he could not stop thinking of her, of having her in his arms.
Why had no other man come to claim her, he wondered? Surely a beauty such as hers would be appreciated. And how about her skills? For a commoner's bread the loaf had been really something. The Sorcerer wasn't one to compliment others but in his mind he dared to say the bread was actually very acceptable if not good. Surely a girl with such talents as her would be picked out of the crowd and married to some lucky git or another.
He just couldn't fathom it, but he didn't mind much. Her life should be no concern of him and even if it was then he still would not be able to woe her. Bringing flowers, singing love songs? It just wasn't him. He was known as a cruel, cold and arrogant man who got what he wanted the hard way and he wasn't about to be any different because some little lass had imprinted herself on his mind.
For once the Sorcerer was glad with the predicament he found himself in, for as the King left he was given the authority within the castle. Sure, people had to obey the chief commander and they all had to oblige the King's Right Hand, but the Sorcerer had been given a lot of influence as well and he felt almost royalty.
The Princess was a bother though. She was blonde, young and very cheeky. She knew what she wanted and she was used to getting it from her father. She complained at a daily base about being left with 'an old grumpy git' - a complaint which she ceased to out once the Sorcerer had lost his temper and changed the tiny doggies of the Princess into slimy frogs. He refused to turn them back into their original selves. At least the Princess had learnt a lesson. She slowly grew scared of the Sorcerer who had to protect her and learnt that anyone who tried to get near her - such as suitors- would not bring it out alive while he was around. "Orders from your father," The Sorcerer replied, and she would weep. The Sorcerer couldn't care less.
Now that the King had gone and he had the authority to go about and do as he pleases he found himself claiming two of the cells below his sleeping chambers. Everyone assumed he used them to practice his magic, while in reality he'd only converted one cell into a laboratory. The other cell remained a prison, though he improved the lock with magic and turned the cold cell into something more reminiscent of an actual chamber by laying rugs on the floor and bringing in a bed with soft duvet covers and a few pillows. The few servants who had helped him do this and knew of his plan were never seen of again, though the water in the surrounding moat had suddenly raised a few inches.
If Marnie had thought her life to be safe she would find herself terribly mistaken. The Sorcerer waited till nightfall and then quietly left the castle to attend to more personal matters. He didn't need anyone to let him into the bakery, a hovering hand was enough as the door opened of itself. He ascended the stairs and in the dark found her sleeping chamber. His hand was covering her lips while he lowered himself on the bed, sitting next to her.
Marnie. Dear little Marnie. She had somehow imprinted herself on the Sorcerer's mind. She was much younger, he was aware of that, and despite the words she'd used he could tell that she was quite innocent as well. Too young, too innocent and too much of a peasant to be any respectable match for him. Then again he could not stop thinking of her, of having her in his arms.
Why had no other man come to claim her, he wondered? Surely a beauty such as hers would be appreciated. And how about her skills? For a commoner's bread the loaf had been really something. The Sorcerer wasn't one to compliment others but in his mind he dared to say the bread was actually very acceptable if not good. Surely a girl with such talents as her would be picked out of the crowd and married to some lucky git or another.
He just couldn't fathom it, but he didn't mind much. Her life should be no concern of him and even if it was then he still would not be able to woe her. Bringing flowers, singing love songs? It just wasn't him. He was known as a cruel, cold and arrogant man who got what he wanted the hard way and he wasn't about to be any different because some little lass had imprinted herself on his mind.
For once the Sorcerer was glad with the predicament he found himself in, for as the King left he was given the authority within the castle. Sure, people had to obey the chief commander and they all had to oblige the King's Right Hand, but the Sorcerer had been given a lot of influence as well and he felt almost royalty.
The Princess was a bother though. She was blonde, young and very cheeky. She knew what she wanted and she was used to getting it from her father. She complained at a daily base about being left with 'an old grumpy git' - a complaint which she ceased to out once the Sorcerer had lost his temper and changed the tiny doggies of the Princess into slimy frogs. He refused to turn them back into their original selves. At least the Princess had learnt a lesson. She slowly grew scared of the Sorcerer who had to protect her and learnt that anyone who tried to get near her - such as suitors- would not bring it out alive while he was around. "Orders from your father," The Sorcerer replied, and she would weep. The Sorcerer couldn't care less.
Now that the King had gone and he had the authority to go about and do as he pleases he found himself claiming two of the cells below his sleeping chambers. Everyone assumed he used them to practice his magic, while in reality he'd only converted one cell into a laboratory. The other cell remained a prison, though he improved the lock with magic and turned the cold cell into something more reminiscent of an actual chamber by laying rugs on the floor and bringing in a bed with soft duvet covers and a few pillows. The few servants who had helped him do this and knew of his plan were never seen of again, though the water in the surrounding moat had suddenly raised a few inches.
If Marnie had thought her life to be safe she would find herself terribly mistaken. The Sorcerer waited till nightfall and then quietly left the castle to attend to more personal matters. He didn't need anyone to let him into the bakery, a hovering hand was enough as the door opened of itself. He ascended the stairs and in the dark found her sleeping chamber. His hand was covering her lips while he lowered himself on the bed, sitting next to her.
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erikaleeanne
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Marnie had spent quite some time after her encounter with the Sorcerer in relief. She figured that he might come back again, but for now, he seemed to busy elsewhere. She heard the occasional rumor from the occasional villager who would find themselves in the bakery. Marnie ignored them. Some villagers would also try to comment and inquire about her talk with the Sorcerer. She ignored that, as well.
However, there were times in which Marnie found herself thinking about him, which surprised her. The sorcerer was older, yes, much older. Yet, he carried himself like a much younger man in both stride and speech. She wondered how. Magic, she supposed. But why would she care?
After a long day of her least favorite task (delivering to village elders), nothing was on her mind but rest. She slumped into her sleeping chamber, which was small but not worthless, and practically fell into bed, where she was asleep almost instantly.
Marnie had always been a light sleeper, so she felt the hand on her mouth pretty quickly after it happened. Her eyes were weak and still adjusting to the dark, the dark in which she saw a familiar shape sitting on her bed. This lead her to believe that she knew who was there, but she didn't want to believe it. Marnie shot upright, swatting the Sorcerer's hand away and pressing her back against the wall. "What on earth are you doing?" She whispered, the wondered why she was whispering. She repeated herself, louder this time, adding a very pointed "leave" in there, as well.
However, there were times in which Marnie found herself thinking about him, which surprised her. The sorcerer was older, yes, much older. Yet, he carried himself like a much younger man in both stride and speech. She wondered how. Magic, she supposed. But why would she care?
After a long day of her least favorite task (delivering to village elders), nothing was on her mind but rest. She slumped into her sleeping chamber, which was small but not worthless, and practically fell into bed, where she was asleep almost instantly.
Marnie had always been a light sleeper, so she felt the hand on her mouth pretty quickly after it happened. Her eyes were weak and still adjusting to the dark, the dark in which she saw a familiar shape sitting on her bed. This lead her to believe that she knew who was there, but she didn't want to believe it. Marnie shot upright, swatting the Sorcerer's hand away and pressing her back against the wall. "What on earth are you doing?" She whispered, the wondered why she was whispering. She repeated herself, louder this time, adding a very pointed "leave" in there, as well.
12th Doctor
Time Lord Victorious
The Sorcerer's eyes twinkled at her display of bold behaviour. "What does it look like I'm doing?" The man replied with a smirk. "I'm kidnapping you."
He waited for her reaction, which was bound to come to this revelation. It wasn't every day after all that you got kidnapped from out of your own house!
"Well, if I would have asked you to come with me would you have accepted?" He then said, finishing before she could actually reply to him. "No. I thought so. That's why I am kidnapping you. Now stop making a fuss."
He picked her up in his arms. She was small and frail enough to do so and even without magic he would have managed to lift her out of her bed despite her struggling. As he was used to being dominant and powerful he had no quarrels with using his magic and she found herself going into a trance-like state. Struggling became harder as her limbs protested more and more until they felt heavy and wouldn't move. Her tongue had been the first to go quiet and even if she wanted to scream she could not. The Sorcerer was staring into her eyes.
"Good girl. You can now feel my magic. You cannot escape me, little one." He brushed a hand through her hair, then shifted her in his arms till he felt he held her more comfortably. "Anything I'm forgetting?" He asked, not really expecting a reply. His eye fell on a little puppet in her bed.
"You sleep with that?" he snorted and bent to pick it up. With the girl in his arms and the puppet on top he left the house - the doors opening on their own account - and made his way back to the castle. There was no one to block his way. Once he arrived near the gates it was as if the guards didn't even see him. Doors opened and closed without having been touched, people didn't see them walk by and worse, no one could hear or notice Marnie as the evil Sorcerer took her into the dungeons and through a lab. He then dropped her off on a bed in what very much looked like a prison. Though the room was richer and probably more comfortable than the home she'd grown up in, it was still a prison and she was still trapped.
The Sorcerer let out a sigh and Marnie could feel how the magic that had held her in an iron grip was leaving her. The doll had rolled off of her and to one end of the bed. The man at her feet suddenly looked tired and old. He placed his hands on his knees and eyed her, then turned his head away. Dragging her here had cost him lots of power. The doors, the invisibility and rendering her motionless had asked a lot of his powers and all he fancied now was to rest.
So he did the first thing he thought of. " Rest now. I'll be back for you."
And he left the room.
He waited for her reaction, which was bound to come to this revelation. It wasn't every day after all that you got kidnapped from out of your own house!
"Well, if I would have asked you to come with me would you have accepted?" He then said, finishing before she could actually reply to him. "No. I thought so. That's why I am kidnapping you. Now stop making a fuss."
He picked her up in his arms. She was small and frail enough to do so and even without magic he would have managed to lift her out of her bed despite her struggling. As he was used to being dominant and powerful he had no quarrels with using his magic and she found herself going into a trance-like state. Struggling became harder as her limbs protested more and more until they felt heavy and wouldn't move. Her tongue had been the first to go quiet and even if she wanted to scream she could not. The Sorcerer was staring into her eyes.
"Good girl. You can now feel my magic. You cannot escape me, little one." He brushed a hand through her hair, then shifted her in his arms till he felt he held her more comfortably. "Anything I'm forgetting?" He asked, not really expecting a reply. His eye fell on a little puppet in her bed.
"You sleep with that?" he snorted and bent to pick it up. With the girl in his arms and the puppet on top he left the house - the doors opening on their own account - and made his way back to the castle. There was no one to block his way. Once he arrived near the gates it was as if the guards didn't even see him. Doors opened and closed without having been touched, people didn't see them walk by and worse, no one could hear or notice Marnie as the evil Sorcerer took her into the dungeons and through a lab. He then dropped her off on a bed in what very much looked like a prison. Though the room was richer and probably more comfortable than the home she'd grown up in, it was still a prison and she was still trapped.
The Sorcerer let out a sigh and Marnie could feel how the magic that had held her in an iron grip was leaving her. The doll had rolled off of her and to one end of the bed. The man at her feet suddenly looked tired and old. He placed his hands on his knees and eyed her, then turned his head away. Dragging her here had cost him lots of power. The doors, the invisibility and rendering her motionless had asked a lot of his powers and all he fancied now was to rest.
So he did the first thing he thought of. " Rest now. I'll be back for you."
And he left the room.
erikaleeanne
pun master
Marnie couldn't remember a time when she was more shocked than she was now. This pompous sorcerer swooped in, took her away from her home and past every kind of defense imaginable, and now here she was: a prisoner.
The feeling that the Sorcerer had placed upon her was horrible; it was nothing short of paralyzation! After the feeling left, the first thing she did was quickly sit ups me retrieve her doll, despite the extreme disorientation that she was experiencing.
She didn't care that he insulted the doll; it was her mother's doll, which was given to Marnie after she died. She hardly remembered her parents, and whenever she did, it was in short glimpses, much like lightning across the sky. Did she miss her parents? She didn't know; but this doll was the only thing that reminded her that she had once had a family, and it was a pleasant thought.
Marnie squeezed the doll to calm her trembling nerves, and then tossed it onto the bed and stood up, leaning onto the wall for support. This room was nicer than hers, she had to admit, but it didn't feel like a home to her; it felt like a cell...it WAS a cell.
"Hey!" Marnie called in a weak and rasping voice, "Come back here!" Part of her already knew that he wasn't coming back. Why would he?
The girl sighed and slid down the wall, bringing her knees to her chest and attempting to keep herself calm and collected. Despite this, Marnie couldn't recall closing her eyes to rest and succeeding more than once. All she could do was wait.
The feeling that the Sorcerer had placed upon her was horrible; it was nothing short of paralyzation! After the feeling left, the first thing she did was quickly sit ups me retrieve her doll, despite the extreme disorientation that she was experiencing.
She didn't care that he insulted the doll; it was her mother's doll, which was given to Marnie after she died. She hardly remembered her parents, and whenever she did, it was in short glimpses, much like lightning across the sky. Did she miss her parents? She didn't know; but this doll was the only thing that reminded her that she had once had a family, and it was a pleasant thought.
Marnie squeezed the doll to calm her trembling nerves, and then tossed it onto the bed and stood up, leaning onto the wall for support. This room was nicer than hers, she had to admit, but it didn't feel like a home to her; it felt like a cell...it WAS a cell.
"Hey!" Marnie called in a weak and rasping voice, "Come back here!" Part of her already knew that he wasn't coming back. Why would he?
The girl sighed and slid down the wall, bringing her knees to her chest and attempting to keep herself calm and collected. Despite this, Marnie couldn't recall closing her eyes to rest and succeeding more than once. All she could do was wait.
12th Doctor
Time Lord Victorious
When finally the night had vanished and the Sorcerer had his breakfast prepared and brought to him, the door opened and he showed himself to the girl.
"It's day." He stated, for in her room she could not see this. A tray of food was placed in front of her. The door behind him had closed and offered no way out unless it'd be opened by his hand - or magic.
"Little girl, you'd better look at me when I talk to you." He growled at her, then his voice grew kinder. "And there's a lot we need to talk about,"
"It's day." He stated, for in her room she could not see this. A tray of food was placed in front of her. The door behind him had closed and offered no way out unless it'd be opened by his hand - or magic.
"Little girl, you'd better look at me when I talk to you." He growled at her, then his voice grew kinder. "And there's a lot we need to talk about,"
erikaleeanne
pun master
Marnie looked up as the Sorcerer looked down at her, a very tired and hostile expression on her face. She stood up from her spot against the wall and climbed back into the bed, saying nothing for a minute.
"What would you like to talk about?" She muttered, "why you kidnapped me in the middle of the night?"
"What would you like to talk about?" She muttered, "why you kidnapped me in the middle of the night?"
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