The Mage's Apprentice

The Mage's Apprentice

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Anya Hayhurst had known only a life of neglect and disvalue, so when a man approaches her, offering her the chance to sell her rights as a living creature in exchange for a new, unknown life, she agrees. Never did she believe she would be bought by Theodore Doldrum, a man who is the first to place any value in her as a person, a man who takes her under his wing to help her control her powers, a man who shows her an entirely new world beyond our own, the man who is the mage, and she his apprentice. (This is what I call a practise narrative, to test my current quality of writing. It is basically a parallel of anime/manga of The Ancient Magnus Bride but with my own little twist. I don't call this a fanfiction because it by no means seeks to use the names of characters to further or alter the story they are from. As stated, I found the material good practice to harness my own writing skill to. Hope you enjoy)
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This is a fictional story about a grown woman who struggles to break-free from or embrace the enchantment within her. Lacey wasn't sure about life, love, anything. She was just living each struggle and inhaling small moments of happiness as it comes. She wasn't interested in falling in love. She didn't know nor wanted to know what love was. She had her bills to pay and survival to face. She was accustomed to fast mornings and late nights. She glowed in thoughts of slow mornings and a dash of romance that sparked under the moonlight. Her life was as exciting as watching ice melt in the sunlight. Not much excitement, to be honest, but the straps of grown-up responsibilities that laced up her ankles from her sensual heels. Her mind often flutters like the wings of butterflies to a graceful, charming wisdom. A vixen with undercurrents of impulsive, magical, raw sexual vulnerability. She keeps a boundary between the one who dances in butterfly dreams and the sensible woman whose heels echoed a more realistic approach to life. There was no man in Lacey's life and she wasn't sure she wanted one. A man would not know how to preserve that mystical, reserved magic and still accept that she challenges, curses and speaks her mind freely. Men sought to stifle and sucked the life out of her and Lacey wanted to live.

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