Essence of Ezra

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“Ezra, its morning. Get up child.”

I groaned as I woke up. Rolling off my little makeshift bed I looked around.

“Orlowe… where’s Papa and Daddy?”

“They were called out to help with a summoning.”

“Oh… alright then…”

“Well might as well start training then Ezra. Step outside and I’ll guide you through this.”

I stepped outside our tent, blinking in the sudden brightness of the outside world. To add to my luck Timothy walked up while I was still trying to adjust to the light.

“Hey pipsqueak. Looks like all the adults are away runt… we should play a game. How about kick the pipsqueak? That’s always fun.”

With a sigh and a rude expression I walked away from him. He trailed behind me, taunting me and trying to aggravate me.

“Young Ezra, face the child and hold out your hand to the side. From then think about a cloak covering your body.”

I did as I was told by Orlowe. Within seconds a shadow cloaked my eyesight. I could see a brighter figure standing in the place of Timothy.

“Now child, that light is that boy’s spirit. If it dwindles down and out, he’ll die. Now of course you can always bring someone back from the dead but we will practice that later. Now then, imagine covering that child in his own cloak of shadow. They won’t react the same to him as they do you, instead they will corrupt his innards and hopefully not kill him… anyways… BEGIN!”

Snapping to attention I covered Timothy in a shadowed cloak. As he screamed in pain I burst into a vicious array of giggles. I enjoyed every scream… every wither in pain... every last breath he tired to take. My sanity started slipping from here on, I could tell.