Page 1 of Magic Claimed
Chapter One
Cook’s jowls wobbled as she stabbed me with a stare that might burn if I cared what she said. Maybe it would have if not for the shadow of ingrained fear in the depth of her eyes as she slid the tray across, piled with more food than I ate in a month. “Take this to his Lordship and take care not to drop it, vermin.” She stepped away from me as though I had a communicable disease and her ample backside hit the workbench behind her. The delicious aroma of Esoti’s dinner teased my nostrils.
Esoti, my master, my ruler, the insane immortal lord of this land. Esoti my jailer. My torturer. I would kill him if I could and leave the bones for the wolves.
“Get out of my kitchen lest I’ll have to scrub the stones you stand on.” She wiped her hands on the cloth tucked into the band of the apron tied about the dent in her waist that disappeared between her first and second stomach. Her gaze flicked to the door behind me, fast and nervous, willing me out.
I gave her a hard stare, satisfied when her face paled, then hefted the tray into my arms. Scullery maids darted out of my way as I stepped into the dark hallway that would take me from the kitchen to my master. I didn’t give them a backward glance as I walked from the kitchens through the castle’s underground labyrinth. Firelight danced across rough stone walls that held light, but no warmth.
It didn’t matter what I might or might not say. Prejudice isn’t based on fact or logic. It was far too insidious for that. Instead, it relied on years and years of decayed judgments based on unjustified opinions of circumstances that had happened to nameless ancestors who’d passed to their next life generations ago.
Lucky dogs.
My fate was not as easy as death. No. My fate hinged on a series of events that happened to me long ago. A fate that kept me a prisoner of time with a body that could never die no matter how much I might wish it.
Fate labelled me a pariah while I’d been too young to know better. An anomaly that nobody understood, and what society didn’t understand, they shunned. It was ironic. From what I could gather of my unfortunate beginnings, magic had shaped me and yet I could no more wield magic as stop the sun from rising in the morning and setting at night.
Believe me, I’ve tried.
If there was a way to end this nightmare I would have done so long ago.
I rounded a corner and headed for the five flights of stairs that would take me to Esoti’s quarters. Life in this part of the world was filled with stairs and hills. What was once known as the Swiss Alps was now Exertor. The Six has renamed the world when they’d seized power after the Bloodthirsty wars a millennia ago. As a member of The Six, Esoti could live anywhere in the world he wanted to, including this fortified castle.
His living quarters were on one entire floor, while I didn’t have a broom closet to sleep in. A being as powerful as Esoti could damn well do whatever he pleased while the lowest lived in the shadows - except when called upon.
My stomach turned to lead as I made myself walk the well-worn path to Esoti’s rooms, wondering what he might do to me this evening. I was his gutter-rat. His vermin. His slave. His beating post when he was angry, or frustrated, or tired, or whenever he felt the urge.
I was indestructible and he hated anything he couldn’t destroy.
My throat tensed beneath the band of silver that encircled it. My life centred around his every whim; drawing his bath, cleaning his clothes, changing his bed sheets, bringing him meal after meal after meal.
I had no choice.
Then again, few did. Freedom was a carefully woven fabrication manufactured by The Six. Their laws defined this world.
If society saw what I did on a daily basis, perhaps they’d see our all-powerful leaders in a different light, although it wouldn’t matter. They’d follow. There simply wasn’t a choice. The Six were all powerful, but at least people would know they were being controlled instead of thinking they had choices.
It was easier living a lie.
I passed a guard. He didn’t move a muscle, but his eyes tracked every move I made and his fist tightened on his long-handled axe. I gave him a death stare and smiled to myself when he flinched. That’d teach him to cut off my fingers with that axe. They grew back overnight and ever since he’d kept well away from me.
I made my way up the third flight of stairs and past another guard where I knew there was a blind spot. I shoved a roll into my mouth and slipped another into the deep pocket of my ragged skirts. My stomach clenched. Cook wouldn’t allow me back into the kitchens unless Esoti requested more food for the night and gods knew she made nothing for me.
I didn’t expect it. It had been that way since I’d been a young girl. One of my first memories was her smacking my hand away from a bruised apple when I’d been so starved I’d gone through kitchen scraps for food. She’d grabbed my slave collar and sent me flying out of the kitchen shouting that the pigs should be fed before I ever needed to be.
After that, I’d learned quickly to take food from Esoti’s tray when I could or fight the pigs for kitchen scraps at the end of each day. Esoti ate a lot, but had no idea how much food Cook really put on his tray. I gobbled down a few bites. I’m sure I would have died of starvation long before now, but every day I breathed, my eyes opened and I was still a slave despite my best efforts wishing it was anything different. It would go on this way until the day I drew my natural last breath, or so Esoti told me many times.
Why I couldn’t die, I didn’t know. I’d asked once. He’d killed me hour upon hour for three days in a row in every way imaginable until he lost interest and I’d never asked again.
The fires from the sconces on the walls flickered. Golden globes spiralled from the tips of the flames to the ceiling and bubbled along the join where wall met the ceiling and congregated in the corner.
I picked up my pace despite my weary muscles and hurried the rest of the way to Esoti’s personal chambers, knowing he would be agitated if I tarried. I knocked on the door and quietly let myself in. I kept my gaze lowered and waited. I never knew where he wanted me to set the tray and failure to do everything he asked was met with a painful spell. If only I had the magic in me everyone thought I did, life would be very different. Oh, the things I could do to Esoti. Beautiful, torturous things that ended in lots of bloodshed and severed limbs. Those thoughts were the only things that kept me sane.
“On my desk.”
Esoti stared through the window as he sprawled in the chair behind his desk.. His full head of salt and pepper hair spiked in all directions. He rubbed the stubble on his cut jaw-line with long, lean fingers that hadn’t seen hard work in millennia. The way he sat, his strong hooked nose was in profile, as were his smooth brow and chiselled cheeks. For such an evil son-of-a-baseless-whore, he was handsome, but I’d learned that evil had no face. He idly twisted his favourite wand in his dexterous fingers.
I set the tray on his desk and stood back, hands clasped behind my back, waiting for my next command. Tonight, the band about my neck felt exceptionally tight.
