Magic Weaver

Chapter Twenty Five(v2)

Chapter Twenty Five

Love, Life, and What Could Have Been

Cedric sat on the bridge for a little while longer, trying to make sense of what Emily had told him. Katherine was dead. Emily clearly hated him. And, he tacked on mentally, there was something strange and dangerous about 'his majesty'. He knew what he did to Emily was wrong-why couldn't he get past that simple fact? It was if the world was slapping him in the face again, and again. 

"Why won't she forgive me?" he moaned. "Can't she tell that she's killing me?" Cedric wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. 

Cedric pulled his feet up, sat there, his chin touching his knees, silently observing the world, trying to understand it somehow. Rafe could be right above me at this moment. Cedric thought. Rafe would be searching, searching ceaselessly, relentlessly. How could Cedric expect to outmaneuver him? In the prison, Cedric had surprise on his side. If it wasn't for that, Cedric knew that he would be dead right now, whether he had magic or not. 

But, at the same time, he was as safe as he ever could be. If no-one had found this place when they were searching for criminals, no-one would find it now. Besides, even if they did find it, it seemed that the guards would give them a quick end before they could even utter a word. 

"Maybe I can convince Jack to talk to her, and set her straight." Cedric wondered aloud, his thoughts drifting back to Emily. Emily had never been too fond of Jack, but she trusted him, and trusted his word. 

"It's dangerous out here at night." Ghost commented, abruptly sitting beside him. Cedric was more used to Ghost's sudden appearances now, and this time wasn't surprised. 

"Isn't it always dangerous around here?" Cedric commented dully.

"Not really. You aren't afraid to be around sharks if you are also a shark."

"Are you saying I'm not a shark?"

Ghost laughed. "Oh, my young friend, you're much too noble to be a shark. And that is why you're in so much agony."

"Because I'm not a shark?"

"Because you're too moralistic. But just fine. It's better than being corrupt." Ghost winked then, and Cedric got the feeling that Ghost was referring to himself as corrupt. Cedric looked up, and noticed the lights that hung from the ceiling, enormous lantern chandeliers that blinked and shimmered like artificial stars.

"How do they reach the lanterns all the way up there?" he asked.

"Tall ladders." Ghost replied casually, and Cedric laughed. The ladders would have to be thousands and thousands of yards to reach the dome of this world. 

"We really do use tall ladders, but they don't even reach halfway up." Ghost continued and added. "Magic weavers climb them, normal ones, not like us, that can move objects with their mind. They move the lanterns to their hand to refill the oil."

"You sure know a lot about this place."

A smile touched Ghost briefly. "I basically grew up here. So I do what I can to help everyone, and the Sanctuary."

"Everyone seems to respect you so much. Are you their leader?"

"Trying to lead rogues is like trying to herd cats."Ghost snorted. "Their will is too strong, too resistant to be guided anywhere they feel they don't want to go."

Just then someone walked up, and nodded to Ghost, murmuring, "Le Princeps." before continuing on their way.

"Why do they call you that?" Cedric asked.