Generally I had nothing of magic, had no place among Mages or anything that tied me there. Before I was aware if even knowing how to be the man my father was trying to teach me to be.
Life, faith or chance. It smacks like a cartoon frying pan to the face.
I was out on a summer high-school break. A whole lot of us underage miscreants of society were playing whose the most cool. It been a sort of on going plan since being snowed in at Christmas. We gathered up our resources; money, booze, fake ids, and all sorts of cool colours of powders.
Playing around at the height of our childish stooper. The boat that should have stayed within the bay, when out further. We didn't notice that people were starting to go missing off the boat. The joke of weather getting worse was to funny for me to even worry. I blacked out around when I was telling my best friend about tarantula pit fighting.
I woke up on a grey sandy beach. I washed up on some place out there. I had a lot of problems like; thirst, blistered skin, a headache and stinging cuts all over my chest. I was so wrapped up in my own world of recall, I had ignored those whom were watching me.
I wasn't given any warning when pushed to the floor and cuffed with cold stone craved cuffs. I didn't take is seriously. I was assuming that this was a prank or dream. I was walked stone slab steps. Paraded around as a freak, I didn't know what they were saying.
The occasional stop at places for things. I had water forced over me and into my mouth. My orginal remained clothing torn off and then was stuck with them sewing new stuff on me. I had slim plastering my wounds, horrible smelling stuff.
I was put to a cell, left there. I sobered out of all those stuff. I realized many things. Most of all, that I am no longer with anyone I knew. My friends were fish food. I had disappointed my old man. I had plenty of hours, days to reflect my life chooses.
"I finally found you." They were only a year older then me, they spoke English but the accent was something from a history drama. They had this long monologue about food. I really didn't understand what food had to do with finding me. They said more confusing things that talked of emotional turmoil and levels of human despair.
He wears black lace on a white cotton shirt. He had ruffles around the lower arms and collar. He covered his face with a mat porcelain mask. That mask only had the eye cut out. I could see his brownish green tainted eyes peering about me. Dark almost brown tint hair cut short length. Just enough to be pulled back with a leather tie. Gloved velvet hands, on posed through the jail bars. Posed to me, expecting me to do something. It was flat as he was expecting something handed to him.
"You're the only one whom made sense since being here. Do you know where this is? Why was my taken away? Was there anyone else whom washed on shore?" I had the chance to ask questions to someone that could understand me. I weren't about to was an opportunity.
"Oh, you're a normal person... well... I bet the cuffs are weird to you." He folded up arms with inspecting me any sort of ways possible. Eyes squinted, narrowing to attempt something of fear. I would now, knowing what I do. I didn't at the time. I thought he was weird like his clothing and the area native language.
"Stone cuffs are really weird." lifted them with ease because I had no magic to be drained of, "So was a lot of things I seen on the way here. I thought I wasn't sober. Now I am not even sure of anything." I smartly thank myself for staying at the floor. There wasn't anything in that cell like any one I knew before. Not even access to water or a loo. To be fair, the clothes were sewed onto me. I could not undo them.
"What year or what was the date you last remember?" Tilt in asking strange question. I didn't bother trying to give a proper answer. He also my age, so I thought then. Why ask? Although I follow the logic of maybe it was him testing if I had memory loss. Asking me that date so they know how bad I been concussed for sea wash.
"Its summer break... it was summer break. 1992. 'Please don't go' just hit number one on the charts as I couldn't care less what day it was." I had seen that made him confused, he took off the mask with looking really at me like I had a third eye, "Clearly music popularity charts done matter here."
On reflection, this shouldn't be how to talk to someone of royalty. On top of that, I should have taken the hint that I was sober when I woke up on that beach. I should have realized that I wasn't meant to be there. I was among a society whom didn't believe in germs, viruses or bacteria. They do know about mold and use compounds of plants to counter illness, as they assume it was because of mold. They assumed rotten flesh was growing mold. It explains the smelly ointments.
"Summer break, music charts and careless attitude towards me. You're really are a outsider." That mask is put back on, a lone solemn silence as he deep in his own thoughts, "You're not dead like most people are when they turn up on that side. Had to be some divine powers that protect you." The soft snicker of him speaking another language. He shouts at someone else nearby. They both had a long string of conversation. I didn't try to keep in it. The two brothers were mocking me and were explaining this to the jail keeper.
The keeper has tried many things to get me to speak like them. Assuming I was something else. Its why I was starved and left in a dark window cell. It was weird for what they did to cooxs me to speak.
"I have a plan for you. You can get out of this cell. Get some food. Maybe learn about this place and find a way home." The kid glinting eyes gives me nightmares now. Forever I am left to know this moment for the rest of my life. He spoke strange words and cause strange patterns of light to circle, once more he gave out his hand.
I can't even work out if this was a mistake I regret. Or to be thankful.
This moment I am telling now was how I gave up any normal life in service to Mark. Sure it meant being his servant. But it allowed me to met my wife and learn magic. If giving my time and energy to Mark for the rest of my life was the price to be safe among Mage society and more importantly lead to what I have now.
I would never change this choose. I would have changed how it was made. The deal between is vague, and he refuses to make any alterations.
I can't exactly regret it.