I walked onto the porch and rang the doorbell.I walked onto the porch and rang the doorbell. The door opened to reveal a young woman wearing nothing more than a short skirt about her waist, and that skirt was made of leather. The only other mark on her was an intricate scrollwork tatoo over her heart. "May I help you?" "I am Darryn, late of Megassi. I was instructed to hand this to Mage Pappen." "Allow me." She reached for the envelope. "Are you Mage Pappen?" "No." "Then I will not hand it to you. My instruction say to give it to Mage Pappen." "Brand, let him in." The new voice came from a taller man whose age was indecipherable. He looked twenty, thirty, even forty. He looked strong. "I am Mage Pappen. What did you identify yourself as?" "Darryn, late of Megassi." "The dragons?" He seemed surprised. "The same." "There must surely be some mistake. I've no ken for dragon lore." He opened the letter and began reading it. "Or, perhaps not." He smiled at me. "How old are you?" "Twenty-five, sir." "Unbalance me." "Sir?" "You heard me. Unbalance me." It took me a moment to get up the courage to follow his command. I have never simply demonstrated my skill in public before; it's not often one is commanded to masturbate publicly. Which, in effect, is what I needed to do to move that spell at that time. I dropped my pack and robes. Leaning against my staff, I reached into my pants and found my penis, stroking it softly. It came to life quickly, and in less than nine seconds I found myself breathing hard enough to summon power. One second later I formed the base in my head, the second after that I built an Unbalance over that base, and in the twelfth second I opened one eye, looked at Mage Pappen, and released it. |