Sorcerer from Another World

“That was different.” I stated the obvious. 

I had never seen so baleful a death glare than the one Morgana directed at me following my poorly chosen words. To say her sharp gaze was withering would undervalue the sheer malice that poured from her eyes.

I shrivelled up and looked away. Biting my lower lip, my mind was abuzz thinking of a more helpful response. Failing, all I could fathom forth from the shallowest recesses of what I call consciousness was half constructed jokes about tea leaves and crystal balls. 

“A prophecy!” Iris shouted. 

Morgana rubbed her temples as she walked into the roundhouse and we followed behind. Rather fazed by the whole situation, I was copying what Iris was doing. 

“Yes. Another riddle to be haunted by.” Morgana complained. 

Iris rushed past me and started to write on a piece of parchment. 

I looked at both of them in turn, with their backs turned away from me and finally rested my gaze on Morgana, “Well, what does it mean?”

A quiet hung in the air tense as the creaking of melting ice. I walked over to Morgana and stopped a breath away from her side. I repeated my question. 

Her jaw clenched, “I don’t know.” 

“I mean, it is good news that Druidry is preserved is a good thing, right?” Iris spoke up.

“I guess.”

Morgana nods, “The same with Sorcery rises. The fate of the current course of the world is tied to you both. Great things await your future, Damian.”  

“I’m glad?” I answered, my voice cracking. 

Iris flashed me a warm smile, but Morgana sighed, “I need to rest, the prophecy is an exhausting infliction.”

“Of course, my love.” Iris soothed and darted over to her, “How about you go out and help around the place Damian. I will take care fussyhead.”

Morgana scowled.

“That’s not… okay. I’ll give you some time to rest. Thanks Iris.”

“Stay safe, metalhead.” 

“Can’t leave yous, can I?” I promised with a smile and walked out of the Roundhouse.   

Rays of sunlight shone down upon the mountain fort. 

“What are you doing out and about and alone, master?” Umbra asked.

“Sightseeing.”

“What sights are there to see here?”

I didn’t have a good answer for that.

“What about you? What have you been up to?” I asked. 

“I was selling my services to aid in their ‘women’s’ problems.”

“Ah, makes sense.” I replied.

“You seem free. Perhaps you can come and see what I do and who I deal with. Spend time with me for once.” She offered and manipulated.

“Sure.” I said. I was curious about what she had been getting up to most days. 

So, I followed her past the villagers and towards the sounds of clanging metal. We were going to the smiths. We approached a roundhouse and I heard a cry of pain. We entered. 

A man had hit a woman. I recognised the young man as one of the smiths who had followed Shamus last night. What were we doing here, Umbra? I wondered. 

“Hello, helpful witch to aid in all health problems.”

The smith had turned to face us, “Took you long enough. Fix her.” He said pointing at the woman.

“Yes, you mentioned a difficulty in conceiving a child, correct?” Umbra asked.

“I’ve lain with her. Still she hasn’t borne a child.” 

“The druid said it is nature and he shant alter its intended course. If I recall.” Umbra said.

“Aye.”

“Will she get the chance to speak or is she a mute?” I asked, unnecessarily, but this whole situation pissed my modern morals off. 

The young smith faced me, and Umbra sneaked off to the smith’s wife side, and he said, “She has nothing to say, Sorcerer.”

“How would you know, wifebeater?” I taunted and readied to crush this fool.

Smith scowled turning red. 

“She’s mute.” Umbra broke in. “She can’t speak. That is all you had to say, Thalm.”

“He shouldn’t have said what he said. I demand an apology.”

I ignored him. She wasn’t mute. I could tell, or at least, the cause wasn’t to do with her biology. Perhaps a psychological problem? 

Do people become mute after trauma or something? What is the point of learning something like osmosis in school and not this? Then again, not sure how my teachers could have predicted I would be in this situation. 

“You look at me when I’m talking to you!” Thalm blustered. 

“Thalm, do not overstep yourself. He can kill everyone you know without effort and you cannot hurt him. He is that powerful. Aren’t you, Master?”

“Indeed.”

“So, let me help and we will be on our way. Deal?”

“Fine.” Thalm conceded. 

I watched Umbra work. She mostly asked questions, did a few checks on the wife’s body and said she would work on a potion that would enable her to give birth.

Thalm seemed pleased with that.

I might be able to make her fertile, but I didn’t care to. A child with this man would be another chain choking the life from her. Unless I knew she wanted a child, I chose to observe. 

We left. 

“He’s scum. The world would be a better place without him.” I said in righteous fury.

“I agree.” Umbra said with a cruel laugh.

“Still you were there for that woman.”

“Her name is Jilva.”

“Jilva, you were there for her, that is good.”

“Does it matter?”

“I hope so.”

She shook her hand, “I have more visit to make. Thank you for your company, but I don’t want to take up more of your time.”

“As you say. I will see you tonight?”

“It’s a promise.” She winked and gave me a kiss on the lips then walked off.

On my way back to our house, I caught a splendid view. I came across the lovely arse of Tulisa waving hello to me as she bent down to pick up a shirt from a laundry basket. 

My second feeling was shame. I wasn’t used to feeling such spontaneous desire , nor the confidence to want to pursue it. I also believed it to be wrong to just lear at someone like this.  

My shame didn’t stop my thoughts dancing from flirty to embarrassment. Back home, I would never have had the courage to flirt with a pretty, older woman. I had also never managed to attract the attention of any such women. Being an all powerful sorcerer who had saved her from death had at least made me of interest or so I sensed.  

The benefits of having Organism as a concept was I now had a greater understanding of well people and animals. Plants as well. It was the same as wisdom, I had to have the experience first but if I knew to look for attraction, or even curiosity. Well I could now detect if it was there. In fact, there was a whole bundle of complex emotions, but I pulled away. 

It felt like an invasion of privacy. It may be a new world, however that didn’t mean I could examine all her emotions like looking at a skeleton diagram. She was a person, not an object of study.

I realised for the first time that it is hard to act as a moral, responsible person when you have nigh unlimited power. I wasn’t sure if I was thick or enlightened for coming up with such wisdom. 

A light chuckle, pulled me from my thoughts, “Have a nice eyeful?” Tulisa teased. 

My cheeks burned hotter than the sun. Flaring red, I wondered if  I would have been cooler under some of Iris’ flames. 

I had been too lost in thought and had been still staring at her bum. 

“I….” I felt her coy interest and a strange surety settled over me as I grinned with confidence. “Yes, you have a lovely bottom.”

She laughed at that. Her blonde hair danced in the wind. Her eyes glued to mine (or was it mine to hers?) matched the azure sky. 

I cursed my awkward tongue.  

“Why thank you, Master Grey.” … She squirmed a little, and to my delight unconsciously squeezed her cleavage closer. “So, do you….”

I mouthed ‘o’, “So, do I?”

“Have a nice bottom.”

“Oh?... Thanks.”

She coughed, bowed and walked away with a half full laundry basket. 

I didn’t want her to leave, but I wasn’t so crude and cruel to grab her and force her to remain. 

Oh! 

A sliver of magic caused lilies to blossom at my feet they spread rapidly and stopped at Tulisa.

She stopped to admire them. She turned to me and said, “They are beautiful.”

 We were both at this point crimson. If we were in an anime steam would be rising from our heads. 

“You were leaving I hadn’t… Just meant that…em… let me say goodbye…em… properly.”

I died a little from my cringe words. Smooth. Very smooth. 

“Okay.” she blushed.

An uncontrollable smile lit up across my face. What was negativity again? Was this happiness? Had I alone discovered the meaning of a good life?  

Absorbed in my own fantastic conceit I looked at her like a wide eyed puppy who just happened to also have the capacity of murder with ease, “Have a nice day.” I said offhandedly. 

“You too, Master Grey.”

As she walked away I subconsciously caused a trail of roses to sprout in her wake. Damn, I am basic. I watched how her hips swayed until she was out of sight and a cough behind me drew my attention.