A Practical Guide to Sorcery (Books 1 & 2)

Chapter 2 - Opportunity Knocks for a Sorcerer (Part 1)

Siobhan

Month 9, Day 28, Monday 1:20 a.m.

Siobhan had always prided herself on her intelligence. Taking stock of the facts was easy. She reached down and gripped the flesh between her legs for confirmation. Yes, she had been transformed into a man.

Her rescuer's eyebrows rose as he watched her grope herself.

She'd noticed no signs of a Circle or the necessary Word to implement such a complex and delicate transmutation. 'Even if those were disguised, or I simply missed them, who would have been the one to trigger the spell?' The man in front of her hadn't done so, or he would have better hidden his surprise when he first saw the change. It hadn't been the coppers, for obvious reasons, unless there was some grand conspiracy with convoluted goals...No, a much more likely answer was pressed against her now-flat chest, still slightly warm.

The amulet throbbed a little, like a heartbeat calming after a burst of exertion. She reached up and snatched it out from under her clothes, fumbling to untangle its chain from that of the warding medallion she wore, holding it away from her body in horror. The amulet, a dark, matte stone disk clasped in a simple setting and hanging from a leather cord, swung innocently under her fist. She laid it on the floor and took a step back.

The man obviously didn't know what was going on, but mimicked her step backward with an expression of concern. "What's wrong?" Perhaps subconsciously, his hands lowered, as if to shield his crotch.

The amulet didn't react, but removing contact with her body also didn't reverse whatever magic it had cast on her. "It's an artifact. It may be dangerous," she said, once again forcing herself not to cringe at the deepness of her voice. Even the feel of her teeth in her mouth was wrong. She felt an edge of panic pressing in on her strange, pale skin, the kind of fear stemming from complete disorientation that a babe must feel upon being born into the world. 'My mind is my own,' she reassured herself, reaching for her Conduit with her free hand simply for the reassuring feel of it. She focused her Will on remaining calm, not ceding control to the situation. If she fell apart now, all might be lost. 'My magic is my own.'

The man looked from it to her. "May be?" he repeated. "Isn't it your artifact? How do you not know?"

She didn't respond, but he wasn't stupid either.

"Is this what they are looking for? What you stole?" He spoke in a low voice, as if worried someone might overhear.

"I did not steal it!" she snapped at an equally low volume. At his unperturbed look of skepticism, she grimaced. "I was drawn into this unknowingly. By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late, and I'd already been made complicit. I was forced to flee."

He stayed silent for a few moments, then said, "That is indeed unfortunate. However, I was under the impression the University was searching for a magical text of some sort? One they discovered on an archaeological expedition?"

The words reminded her of her distrust toward him. "You seem quite knowledgeable about this," she said flatly.

He raised his hands again in a placating gesture. "Half the city knows about it by now. And yes, it is why I'm here. Similarly to the coppers, I thought you might return to your place of residence. An acquaintance of mine was able to get the location from the coppers, with just a little bit of bribery. I wasn't sure that a powerful thaumaturge such as yourself would need help, but was prepared to offer it in the hopes you would find yourself favorably disposed to help me in return. I saw you run, and quite luckily you headed my way. I know a few shortcuts through this part of the city and managed to get ahead of you."

That she was so predictable was worrying. "You want my help, in exchange for keeping me from being arrested?"

He nodded. "My acquaintances are in need of a powerful thaumaturge. A...sorcerer?" he asked leadingly.

She briefly contemplated pretending to be the powerful sorcerer he seemed to believe she was. Unfortunately, magical expertise was not something you could simply fake, unless you were a magician running a scam against a bunch of country yokels. He would expect her to actually be able to help, and when she couldn't...'Would he turn on me, then? No, better to leave the city now. Perhaps one of the magical arcanums of another country will take me in.'

Siobhan shook her head. "I cannot help you."

She turned her attention back to the artifact on the floor. Gingerly, she picked it up, searching for any indication of controls, like a button or switch she had missed before, or even the symbols and glyphs of a spell's Word etched into it, perhaps worn away by time. She found nothing.

Her thoughts turned back to the stolen book. Her father had thrust it into her hands and told her to run away. Considering that they were already being chased, it hadn't occurred to her at the time to question him, but when she finally had a moment to stop and think—after escaping from the coppers for the first time that day—she knew she'd made a mistake. Looking furtively around for observers, she had hoped the book wasn't too valuable, that perhaps she could simply go back to the University and return it, denouncing the impetuous crimes of her father.

Instead, she'd made her next mistake when she decided to examine the stolen book more closely. It was old and leather-bound, with no title except for a glyph stamped into the front cover. She didn't know its meaning, and the shape seemed to shift continually. A quick flip through the parchment pages had shown the contents were encrypted.

The leather binding on the inside edge had come slightly loose, subtle enough that she'd almost missed it. Curiosity had always been one of her vices. Unable to restrain herself, she had pulled the leather cover back farther, revealing a spell array burnt into the leather. The Word was complex, well beyond her, but she recognized the main symbol within, a nonagon, which her grandfather used when doing space-bending spells. She had touched the edge with her finger and pushed a spark of Will into the Circle, her free hand clasped around her Conduit.

She knew her Will was too weak to power such a spell, so she wasn't sure what she had been expecting. Perhaps she'd just wanted the feel of being so close to complex magic that would be beyond her skill for many years still. What she hadn't expected was for the book to forcefully jump out of her hand, and she'd almost screamed and drawn attention to herself.

It had landed on the ground a few feet away, its leather re-bound so tightly that no clue to what lay underneath remained. Beside the book, lying on the hard cobbles, was the amulet she held now. Regretting her actions, she'd tried to peel back the inside of the book's cover to put the amulet back, but, unable to do so, she'd resorted to hiding both the book and the amulet on her person, berating herself for reckless stupidity.

She realized now that both the leather cover of the book and the amulet that had come out of it were artifacts—objects with pre-cast spells embedded into them for later release. Except she had never heard of an artifact triggered only by Will and the barest spark of energy rather than some external activation method.

'The text might have a clue about how the amulet works—how I can regain my correct form—if I could just decrypt its protective enchantments to read it. For the moment, however, it might be best to remain a blonde man for the sake of obscurity, and hope whatever spell it has subjected me to doesn't wear off at an inopportune moment.' She hung the amulet around her neck again and tucked it under her clothes along with her warding medallion, despite how uncomfortable its touch now made her. It was safest there, and she was safest with it hidden and close. If she lost it, she might never turn back. There was no pain, no strangeness to her thoughts. She guessed that the amulet wasn't a cursed artifact, unless the curse was very subtle. Strange and frightening, but perhaps—hopefully—not dangerous.

The man stepped forward, but stopped when she retreated again to maintain the distance between them. "Don't dismiss my offer so quickly. What we require is nothing dangerous," he said. "My acquaintances mean you no harm, and you can trust that if I meant to betray you, I could have done so already. Perhaps you don't need help to evade arrest, but surely there's something else I could offer? At this point, I seem to be the only ally you have."