"Here ye are, Ice Lady," Cook showed two plates in my hands.
"What did she call you?"
I wirled around to find Niko walking beside be. After a loud, angey scolding and punishment from Dian, I was back to serving.
"Ice King, cough or something! You're so quiet." I said once I regaining my breath.
He looked at me quizzically.
I frowned in confusion. "What?"
He shrugged."I'm from the Mainland. Not many slaves there." he shrugged again. I subconsiously rubbed my neck where the tattooed black collar of a slave circled my neck.
"Oh Myros! Great Mage Niklan Brightmind!? Here, here!" we had reached the table I was supposed to serve. The table was Moris and his parents; a man as big and burly as Moris and a tall, blonde haired lady.
"Here you are," I put down the two soups, one for Moris, one for his father. "Are you sure I can't get you anything?" I asked Moris's mother.
"I'm fine, thank you," the lady said simply.
"Master Mage, please," Moris's father was saying. "My son has great talents, and a good future ahead. He's an aspiring mage, see, and we would be ever so grateful if you took him on as a student!" the man rambled and Moris grinned smugly.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry," Niko said smiling. "But I'm actually not taking students for the moment. I'm searching for the four of the prophecy."
"Poppycock," the man said immediatly. "I highly doubt this threat will happen in our lifetime, and if it did, I doubt you'd find any special powers here in this wasteland. What, you think that slave girl Fia has the uncanny ability to control mist, or light?
"Actually," I heard him say as I walked away. "I do think Fia has one of the fortold powers."
I stopped.
Oh no.
YOU ARE READING
Fianara
FantasyFia walked alone. She always did. She always thought she will. So when a mage appears and turns her whole world upside down, and she's forced to work with three others she's never known existed, things get a little...Icey.
