The (Weird) Life Of A Teenage Necromancer

The Troll Market

Kate could barely stay still, her fingers impatiently drumming against the wall. She stared at the door across from her and mentally swore that if Asraen didn't dragged his ass out in a minute, she would personally ripped apart that offensive plank of oak wood and drag him out herself.

To her slight dissapointment the door knob turned and Asraen appeared at the doorway. "You're up early. "

"What can I say? I'm an early bird. You on the other hand seem like you've woken up on the wrong side of the bed."

He glowered at her, clearly not amused. "What do you want?"

Kate placed her hand on top of her heart in mock hurt. "That's no way to treat a lady. We're going to the Troll market, of course. You promised."

"I promised that if you got that book to speak to me then I would take you to the market. It gave me no information what so ever, the worthless piece of paper."

"It did speak to you!"

He sighed in exasperation. "It told me to go jump off the tallest cliff!"

Kate crossed her arms, lazily raising an eyebrow at him. "That wasn't part of our deal. It's not my fault the book doesn't like you. If you were nicer, then maybe it would talk to you. Besides I kept up my side of the deal, now it's your turn.....unless you're insinuating that you'll go back on your word?"

He glared at her and she stifled the urge to laugh out loud. "That silver tongue of yours will get you in big trouble one of these days."

"What can I say? I learned from the best." She said with a shrug and this time didn't hold back the smile that pulled at her lips.

At her wicked smile Asraen eyes gleamed with amusement, his anger seeping out from his shoulders. "Fine. Have it your way."

Her patience dwindling, Kate grinned at him. "Can we go now? "

"Don't be so impatient now, tsk tsk" he scolded her but couldn't stop the corner of his lip from pulling up into a smile. Before Kate could say anything, he beckoned to her. "First we need to take care of something."

Wordlessly Kate followed, curiously eyeing the silver box that he picked up. "What is it?"

"Something necessary. Even though the troll market is known for its diversity, we haven't had a Necromancer nor human be among the buyers. I'm not too sure whether they would take kindly to you." At her sullen expression Asraen spoke. "It shouldn't be a problem though. Think of this as a mark of protection that will also help hide your strange scent from the masses."

Kate scoffed at his term but stepped closer, giving him her consent. She watched him flick open the small box and take a small delicate silver stencil in which he dipped into the dark ink.

He stood in front of her and Kate fond herself tilting her head back as he towered over her. "Close your eyes and do try to stay still." He muttered, a small smile flitting over his lips.

Eager to get it over with, she closed her eyes and patiently waited. She started at the cool touch of metal lightly pressing against her cheek bone. Muttering a quick apology Kate stood still, trying not to flinch away from the cool touch. With a surprising gentle touch Asraen dragged it from her cheekbone, over the bridge of her nose to the other, creating a thin and delicate line of ink. The cool touch of metal disappeared for a moment before Asraen gripped her chin, tilting her head further back. For some odd reason her heart stuttered momentarily at his touch but she managed to school her expression into one of indifference. Quickly he made a mark on her forehead before releasing her. "You can open your eyes now."