During my usual routine, I was in the Dark one's study serving her tea and a snack.
The Dark One sat at her desk, her legs crossed, she was reading a book.
I couldn't see what the book was but it looked to be very complicated.
I approached holding the tray with the refreshments on it, in my hands. As i approached she looked up at me.
I watched as her struggle as if to say something.
". . .Tha-thank you . . . Cemilan."
"It's . . . no problem, Dark One, I mean . . . Mistress Dwyera."
Needless to say our exchanges of words, was more than awkward, for the both of us.
Just as I begun to pour a cup of tea the candles within the room flicker changing color to a pale blue.
A change in the color of the flame meant only one thing.
There was a guest at the door.
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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...
