Puppeteer

Hello everybody!

This is my first attempt at posting a story. Pop the corks! *smiles proudly* English is not my native tongue, but I hope I did okay.

Thanks to Camui for giving me input and helping me with grammar and such! Thank you love!

Now on with the story. This is kinda like a prologue, so I think only violence and language applies to it. Codes may change in future chapters.

Edit: Changed text to past tense. Minor changes to improve the textflow. Beta'd by brilliantbean. Thank you!

This is also posted in the original section of aff, but I think it also belongs here in the fantasy section. I hope to get new readers
and I hope that someone here finds it interesting.

 

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I am a Puppeteer

I was running down this street with the
proverbial mob swinging torches and hayforks ready to lynch me the moment they
get me in their hands. Probably to tear me apart or to put me on the stake and
turn me into a big tasty steak. I love steaks but rather from meat other than
mine.

The “mob” consisted of the three mages of
this village with the name… I didn’t know and actually didn’t care. It was
somewhere in the far east, away from any city. Far enough to not get in trouble,
I thought, but apparently I have the uncanny ability to raise a ruckus and get
people to wield their swords or cast their spells against me. In this case that
fact was an unfortunate thing because two of the three mages were specialized
in anti-magic. Or “Magica Contraria” as the scholars call it. Really, magic
made to counter magic. Who would think of shit like that and who would learn
it?! Obviously, two of these maniacs lived in this village and that was why I
was running - and I didn’t even try to grind their faces into the dust,
because they can easily dispel my magic.

I am a Puppeteer. This is a specialized
form of control magic. To say it with the words of a scholar’s book I once
read: “Puppeteers are born with a certain aspects of “Magica Contollaria”,
mainly the dark and perverted ones. With demonic powers they can take control
of a creature’s or human’s movement, make them abide by their wicked will.”
Well, I don’t feel possessed by any demon and from all the other attributes I’d
say “perverted” is okay with me… though nothing of the rest.

A fireball passed my head too close for my
liking. I turned and faced the three men that were standing about 40 meters
away from me. There was a skinny, young anti-magician, a wide gray robe hanging
down his slim shoulders and thick string made of heavy cotton entwining around
his narrow waist, holding the rough fabric together. Stuporously short cut hair
and bare feet made it obvious that he couldn’t be a mage for long. Actually, if
he didn’t have a complex tattoo carved into his forehead, the lines still black
and not bleached by the sun, one would have thought of him as an apprentice.

The man to his side was the exact opposite.
Fat and of small stature, he only reached to the young man’s shoulders. His
decorated, grey robe was made of a shiny material, perhaps satin, and clutches
his enormous stomach. He wore a grey cap made of the same material and he was
already short of breath.

A middle aged bear of a man completed the
trio. His flaming red vest and the crimson cape indicated that he was a combat
mage, specialized in fire. Just fucking great. Right now said fire mage was
casting a fireball and sent the burning orb flying towards me. I jumped sideways
to dodge it. After getting off of the ground, I focused on the attacking mage and
did it. I suddenly felt a strange connection with his body and like a
Puppeteer with puppets I could see strings going from my hand to his limbs,
shining silvery-red. I made him turn to face his companions and initiated the
gestures for another fireball. It was harder to make him say the right words
because vocal chords are not so easily manipulated but luckily the formula was
short and simple. However halfway through the spell I felt the magic cords rip.
He stopped his actions and turned angrily towards me. ‘Fuck those anti-mages!’
And because there were two, it wouldn’t even help to overpower one of them
because the other would neutralize my spell in moments.

I spun around and started running again
into the woods. That would keep that combat mage from having a direct fire line
at me. Passing the first trees I tried to think a way out of this. I evaded
bushes and swiftly ducked under low hanging branches subconsciously. It’s not
the first time I run away and I did so in many different environments. The farther
I ran the better my chances because that old, bulky mage will have problems keeping
up with my speed and if they leave him behind, it’s my turn!

The underwood got thicker and slowed me
down a little, drawing my attention to my running. I stopped for a minute and
listened for my chasers, but I couldn’t hear them. Instead a faint sound of water
rushing down a waterfall was audible. Hopefully I could get rid of them there. Suddenly
I heard silent calls for me to stop. ‘Shit, they still follow me!’ I climbed
over an uprooted oak and reached a small clearing. I saw the waterfall and
silently cursed – there was no way to get over this torrential river, and at
the bottom of the waterfall were sharp, pointed rocks; so jumping down really
wasn’t an option.

I looked over my shoulder but was not able
to see my pursuers yet. There was a tree growing at the edge of the plateau,
its roots hugging the rocky stone wall. ‘Okay, perhaps that’s a possibility.’ I
started to climb down the wall with the help of the roots. After perhaps 4
meters down, I saw the mages at the brink - 10 meters right from my position.
Shit! The combat mage started another spell while the younger anti mage began
climbing after me. I could barely dodge the fireball, feeling its heat when it
passed me and hit the water with an angry hiss. That was my chance. I focused
on the young anti mage and made the connection. I could see the older mage
casting the counter spell but he wasn’t on time. With a small twitch of my
fingers the young man pushed himself off the wall and let go of the roots he was
clutching to. My cords ripped again but it was too late, he was already
falling. I saw his panicked face for a moment before I got hit by a fire lance.
‘Damn!’ I lost grip on the ledge I clung to and with the force of the impact I
got catapulted to my left.

A second later I hit the water surface.
Luck seemed to be on my side because I hit no cliff and the water extinguished
my burning clothes. The swooshing river toyed with me as I tried to swim to the
nearest bank, reaching it after a few moments. Coughing up water, I looked
around to get my orientation back. Both remaining mages reached the ground the moment
I spotted them, the old anti mage running towards his younger companion,
screaming words I couldn’t understand because of the noise the waterfall. The
combat mage searched the shore and detected me, his face grim as he drew a
sword while running towards me, green and blue flames flaring to life on the
blade. I saw the remaining anti mage kneeling by the other one.

‘Idiots!’, I thought to myself, waiting for
the moment when my attacker passed a rock which blocked him from the view of
the other mage and focused. It was difficult to get him under my control, a
combination of him being obviously strong willed, me having to have used my
magic too many times today, getting hit by a fire lance and crashing into ice
cold water. I had a heavy and pounding headache when finally I won control over
him and he stopped jerkily in his motions. I made him throw his sword to me and
then face the rock he was passing. My fingers twitch while he cast a fireball
against his will. The ball of magic liquid fire hit the hard surface and
splattered back on the combat mage, the flames greedily consuming his vest,
flashing over his pants and cape. His beard caught fire and stood in flames,
burning his face. I cast another fireball to play it safe and then let the
control slip.

A high pitched scream of agony erupted from
the burning man and he spun around and stumbled towards the water but it’s
already too late, the blazes licking at his bones, scorching them to ashes. The
air is filled with the sickening mixture burnt flesh and hair. Magic fire sure
is scary, and I was damn lucky to only get hit by a fire lance.

I got up, swaying lightly from the headache
and exhaustion, and took up the discarded sword. I turned to the remaining mage
who looked at me with a pained and raged expression. I had no power left to
take control over him but he was old and plump so the sword should do. I slowly
approach him and then he suddenly spoke.

“Lay aside that sword and surrender so that
you can be adjudged for your crimes against the village. Admit all the
offenses; robbery, brutal bestiality and the murder of two village members!”

I blinked stupidly for a second. ‘Bestiality?’
I worked this morning for a young farmer who wanted his bull to do more work
because he suspected it wasn’t working with his full abilities. So I took control
over the animal and made him do all the work the young man wanted. Well,
obviously the bull was already giving its best before so after three hours the
animal died due to overexertion. And that idiot blamed me for it, something
along the lines of my demonic powers sucking out all life energy of the bull. I
snorted at the memory. I was merely doing what I was told, and what do I know
of bulls and their limits? He was the farmer for crying out loud. Of course he
didn’t want to pay me. Yeah so I overtook him, made him give me my money, and
yeah… a kiss. He was cute and had pliable lips, so sue me. Well okay, that was
what they wanted to do, but I most likely wouldn’t let that happen.

“I don’t think so. There was no robbery and
sure as hell no bestiality. Though I don’t know what this farmer had done to
his bull after I left. And these two other mages, I’d plead self-defense. But I
won’t come back with you ‘cause the judgment is already made -  I’m a
Puppeteer, right?”

“You are nothing more than the spawn of
demon and should have been killed the moment your first cry left your lungs, in
the name of Shenana!”

‘Whoa, serious hating here.’ This wasn’t
going how I wanted it to. “See, you’re old and not in the best condition, and I
have a sword… so why won’t you go back to the village and leave me alone?”

The expression on his face gets remorseless
and his gaze becomes full of hatred. “Never, demonic bastard! Die in the name
of the Light!” And with his right index finger he shot at me. A glistening flash
left it, the metal of the sword attracting the lightning and with a curse I throw
the blade away. The flash hit it midair and bolts of electricity immediately
surrounded it, a metallic smell hanging heavy in the air. The old man started
to cast another spell and I quickly took a step to him, pulling a dagger out
from under my vest and stabbed him in his throat. He stumbled back, gurgling
sounds emitting his mouth as red, bloody foam drips down his chin. I slit his
throat completely to end this as quickly as possible, and then sighed.
Definitely not a good day. But I lived so it was okay – more or less.

I grabbed the sword and searched the
corpses for anything useful. Some coins and the old anti-mage’s shoes were the
only things that were of use to me. I then left the scene and tried to get as
far as possible from the site. It was about an hour before exhaustion got to me,
and I climbed up a tree, made myself as comfortable as possible on a branch,
and then used my cloak as a pillow. Hopefully, my sleep will be dreamless.