The Chosen
Fisk promised himself that he wouldn’t cry. It was getting harder and harder to keep the promise, though. The room around him was large, dark and scary, much different from his room back home. He couldn’t find his parents or his brother or sister. He didn’t even know how far away from home he was anymore.
As time passed, Fisk tried not to think about the home he left behind. Though he was really sad at first, and missed his family, it got easier and easier to forget about. Master Zemus never discussed it with the boy at any length. But when Fisk’s parents did come up in talks, the man seemed to infer that the boy’s family was sorely mistaken and had no idea what they had given up.
“You seem to be in a good mood tonight,” Master Zemus noted, peering over the top of his eye lenses. He lowered the glass to the table and took another small, precise bite from the supper plate. The Manor cooks must have done a satisfactory job in the meal, because Fisk heard no complaints.
Just as I suspected, Zemus is in on all this.
After the talk with the boy called Fisk, FuSoYa returned to his room and scribbled down everything he remembered in his notebook. Though they didn’t have a lot of time to talk, the child provided enough information to build the start of a case against the Master.
“I have a surprise for you, Fisk,” Master Zemus told him the next afternoon. The man seemed very pleased with himself, so much that the boy became instantly curious what the surprise could be.
To get to the surprise, Fisk had to follow his teacher down hallway after hallway, through the Manor school, until he was very confused. Only then, did they walk into a darker area of the building, to a place that looked like it was below ground. Here, the halls were lit with meager little crystals on the walls, which were hardly enough for the boy to see by.