Dragon in a Dream..........."Chained"...........Lady Blaze

Of course, the best Weevs could hope for was the master to leave him to his own devices today, instead of constantly blistering him about public occurrences and the state of the city he was in the process of taking over. He knew it was quite a vain hope. But he tenaciously clung to the possibility, praying for providence to befall him.

A heavy hand slapped down on the desk. He suppressed the urge to jump and, licking his lips, took another good bite of the pear.

"There will be no more accidents such as this. Did you not attempt to squash her before? I will not have any more interferences..." the master spoke in a voice deceptively soft, then roared, "Do you hear me, Weevs??" This time he did jump, and the half-eaten fruit tumbled from his plump fingers to land with a sickening thud on the stone floor.

"Y-yes, sir, I'll see to eat - err, it - right away," he said weakly, licking his lips once again and staring at the now dirty, bruised fruit lying in the dull grim light issuing from the window. Why, that was perfectly good fruit...

He looked up guiltily as the dark figure in the chair stood to its astonishing height and advanced with slow, measured steps in his direction. The huge boots halted by the pear.

“Weevs, do you think I have not noticed the times you spend late at night delving in my library looking for something? Do you think I would let such negligent behavior slip by my grasp, when you should have been reading the daily reports of your city by guttering candlelight?”

“I - sir…” Weevs sank into the velvet window seat like a worm scrabbling in the earth. “I, I was simply…merely…out of curiosity, you see - ”

“I know, Weevs…” Again, that deceptively soft tone. “Do you know, Weevs? Do you know what I plan on doing to those who are curious? To those that sit, night after night, feverishly yet ineffectually searching?

“There is no way out, Weevs, my friend…you and I, here in this lonely world, have a job to do… We cannot waste our lives - ”

The figure leaned forward until a shaft of feeble light sloped across the shrunken, withered features.

“ - We cannot waste our lives…hoping for a release from the natural bonds of man, my friend. There is no time to waste wishing for release. Soon it will all be for naught or gain. The equilibrium you seek is mere fantasy.

“And do you hope for more than such a release…? You are mine, Weevs, as a dog is chained to its master, so you are to me. Remember…dogs do not bite the hand that feeds them, if they want to live…”

And the master crushed the pear with the steel toe of his boot.

The juice ran in slow rivulets over cracked dull stones.



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