As the pen floated in midair, the Dark One flicked her finger once more, and the pen gently rose in the air until it was once more on the desk.
Watching that, I felt a slight pain in my chest. A sense of inferiority and jealousy and desire.
A pained feeling I had as a child began to rise, gripping my heart and throat and caressing my face.
Then came the immediate realization that dream would possibly elude me forever, that caused that pained feeling it to rip at my heart and mind.
'You're useless. Your only purpose now is to serve her for the rest of your pathetic life. Nothing else. Nothing more, nothing less. Give up."
The suffocating feeling overwhelmed me.
"..."
I heard a voice.
"... speak, Cemilian!" The voice of the Dark One snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Huh!"
"There's something on your mind, speak," she said.
When she said that, I felt ill and uncertain.
"Speak!" She said louder.
"...um. I'm wondering if, if you could, teach me... magic," I said, stammering.
I said it.
I braced for what was coming.
"Hmm," she said.
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Black Thread (CPN) - Part I
RomanceA cowardly man forced to serve an ancient and powerful Witch. A dark and mysterious woman with magic and powers beyond comprehension. She seeks something almost unobtainable. What kind of path will these two walk? What kind of pain awaits them? Wha...
