Deception

Days: The Start

Stiles was taken to a basement, where he would spend his time until they woke up the potential with him and release the energy inside his blood that would transform him into a sorcerer, apparently. The basement was inclosed and small. The lord, Stiles was still unsure of his real name actually told him he was sorry but things were going to get very difficult from now on. 

This hadn't been difficult before, Stiles wanted to argue but he kept his tong. 

He was given food through a flap in the door and cut of from other interaction for days or maybe weeks, Stiles wasn't sure. He did notice the food wasn't that appetising, it wasn't tasteful and only meant for making sure he was healthy enough in body for the process. 

But he did discover there was another really surprising reason that no one could really cook properly. 

After eaten his 12th , or was it 9th meal in there hands Stiles was almost ill, the texture and taste just completely through him of and made him feel sick. 

"What is it with you and crappy food!" He snapped, unable to hold it back anymore, glaring at the Sorcerer standing at his door, she must be some kind of guard, he thought. She had stayed silent throughout his days there, he hadn't expected her to answer but she did. 

"Is the food not to your satisfaction?" She asked. 

He stared at her in disbelief, through the barred window on the door. 

She must have caught his disbelief and she then chuckled? 

"I'm am sorry, this must be really strange for you. We're not used to cooking organic matter, we don't need it" 

Stiles gaped at her. 

"Food and water fuels the human body but we do not need it as we are fuelled entirely by our energy" 

"So-so you don't eat?" Stiles asked, baffled. 

Okay maybe being a sorcerer was a terrible idea and- 

"We can, if we want but we do not need it" She said. 

Stiles let out a breath at that, okay no swearing of food for life, good. 

She said gently "You may have been taken away from your home but this is just for the process to try and trigger your potential, you are not a prisoner here Mieczyslaw" 

From them on they talked a lot through the door. 

Her name was Fritz, she was a servant to the Lord of Mind, she wore a green cloak with gold symbols on them. All servants bared this garb she told him and most of the sorcerer population were servants to Elites or the Lords. 

He would not be alone. 

If you were not an Elite or a Lord you were expected to be a servant. High ranking servants could have other jobs, like for example the Mind Core, where Carlie had been from, who were like the police in his world, for the Mind District.

Stiles thinks he can understand that. 

As they talked and the days dragged on, one day Stiles asked her, frowning "Theres a lot I don't understand still but most of all I don't understand how you follow the rules of someone you've never seen his face? No offence" He added quickly, knowing how they could get about the Grand Master. 

She nodded, brushing her short blonde hair out the way as she said "We live for around a thousand years" 

Stiles tried not to gape openly at that.