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Rise of the Magi: A Prologue

Rise of the Magi

A Prologue


Candlelight flickered across Silhouette’s face. Her lips puckered, her brow drawn down in an expression of fierce concentration. She rolled a quill between her fingers; black dots rained onto an empty page.

“You better not get ink on the sheets,” said Feyt, propping her head on an elbow. “What is it you’re trying to do, anyway?”

“I want to write a story.”


“About the Tapestry of Fate, and the Ghostwalkers,” she replied. The mage set her pen and paper on the bedside table, wrapping her arms around her knees. “But I don’t know where to start.”

“Write what you know,” Feyt suggested. “Start on the day you died; the day we met.”

The elf looked down from her shoulder. “But that’s just my side of events, the last chapter in a much bigger history.”

"History, in its entirety, is one sided -written by those who lived to tell its tale." The ebon woman stretched, raising her arms above her head.

Silhouette took the opportunity to flop down on her. Feyt coughed as the air was pressed out of her lungs. Her glare withered to a pair of batting lashes.

Feyt,” the elf sang. “Tell me a story.”

“Once upon a time there was an irritating woman. She mysteriously wound up dead. The End.”

“Don’t make me tickle you.”

She froze stiff as an evil smile spread across the mage’s lips.

“You’re such a child, Silhouette.” She adjusted her position, sitting up in bed. The other woman remained curled under the covers, her head on Feyt’s lap.

“You used to be a child too.”

Her ashen mouth formed a pensive frown. “From the time I opened my eyes, I was as you see me now. Childhood was something I never experienced.”

Mirth faded, and Silhouette was left watching the years pool across Feyt’s face. She caught a glimmer of the complexity, of bittersweet joy, and incredible sorrow. It was this story, she realized, that needed writing.

Silhouette caressed her cheek; Feyt drew into the present.

“I’m sorry.”

The ebon magus felt the warmth of her emotion through the bond between them. She covered Silhouette’s hand with her own.

“Don’t be. Mine is a story with a happy ending, after all.” She ran her fingers through the woman’s cropped hair, just as she’d done a thousand times before. Feyt chuckled at her satisfied expression, relishing her touch.“I can’t deny you, can I?”

Silhouette opened one eye. “Not really, no.”

“Cheeky brat.” She snubbed her nose. “Alright then. Where should I begin?”

“At the beginning.”

“There are many beginnings.”

“At the very beginning, from day one, back before you had a stick up your ass, if possible.”

Feyt grimaced; Silhouette beamed.

“I hope you know I’ll get you back for this one day.”

“And I’ll be waiting, but first you need to finish this. Look, I’ll even help you get started. Repeat after me: Once upon a time…”

“That was a cliché even when I was young.”


She sighed, “Once upon a time…”

Rise of the Magi: A Prologue

This is just a prologue of something I've been wanting to write for a while. For those who've read The Spiderlily Chronicles, this is Feyt's origin story, told through her own words. It can be read as a stand alone, and is written (for the most part) in second person perspective. Just some background into the world of Dalani. I've yet to decide whether this will be a full blown novel or a series of vignettes, so expect multiple publications (all free, of course).

  • ISBN: 9781310338663
  • Author: Nicole Martinsen
  • Published: 2015-11-30 19:05:06
  • Words: 508
Rise of the Magi: A Prologue Rise of the Magi: A Prologue