I've been writing several conversations between some of my characters... and I have really fallen in love with this particular bit of a chapter. I
struggle a bit trying to make my character's conversations seem natural and flow well, but, I'm really pleased with this.
Just wanted to
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Matthew rose bleary-eyed from his bed as the pounding at his door disturbed him from his restless sleep. “By the Three! What do you want!?” He
exclaimed in violent exasperation as he opened the door with force and saw a mere stableboy hovering outside, appearing to double and triple in his
sight as he blinked rapidly to remove the remnants of sleep from his eyes. Covered in hay, the stableboy stuttered his response. “I-I’m very
s-sorry, s-sir… Lord M-magister N-nic-nicolai requests y-your p-presence…”
“By Xander’s eternal flame!” Matthew slammed the weighty door, barely missing the face of the pathetic boy, and stood by his rack of attire. A
slight hesitation as he decided between his uniform or the entirety of his ceremonial garb, before he shook his head angrily, annoyed at himself for
allowing confusion to reign as he donned his usual uniform.
There was an inkling within him and he felt that he knew the purpose behind this rude awakening. It had been four days since his services were last
required; since he had delivered that red-haired mage to the Council. He had experienced a guilt he had never before felt as he had watched that
marked mage be led away from him, to suffer whatever monstrosities their High Magister had in store for her. Though surely the man would not have
risked the ire of the Three by doing anything too unpleasant towards one of the rare Chosen. Surely. He did not know anymore. Their new High Magister
was an unknown.
Caelin had replaced Victus as their High Magister for little over a fortnight now and already the changes within the castle were overwhelming; the
people were more hushed, shadows seemed to appear within corners that were once filled with light, the Lord Magisters themselves seemed irritable and
lost… Lord Magister Lena’s disappearance was a highly notable incident, she had been a near permanent fixture within the lower levels of the
castle and her presence was sorely missed; the rumours were quick to flow, a near constant stream of gossip whispered from ear to ear in regards to
her unlikely desertion… he felt a personal anguish at being the only non-magical witness privy to the particulars of why she had ‘disappeared’.
Forever a loyal servant, he would harbour this knowledge until his end.
He had barely been able to conceal his shock as a stone-faced Nicolai dismissed him, his heart pounding within his chest as he allowed instinct to
rule over him; the hidden knowledge that his life depended on remaining steadfast, unperturbed, had been his one saving grace. Lord Magister Nicolai
had been a very close friend of Lena’s, they had likely been lovers though such gossip was unimportant in the long run… as malevolent and wicked
the Magisters were known to be, Matthew knew that a few of the men and women actually had something resembling consciences, he had believed Lena to be
one of those women… perhaps that was why she had turned.
Once again, he angrily shook his head. He would not think these thoughts, he would not allow them bastion in his sacred mind! He was a loyal servant
of their High Magister Caelin. He would repeat that litany over and forever until the day he died.
He had wasted too much time. Buttoning the two final buttons on his uniform, he quickly rubbed his hands through the tangled mess of his hair in a
feeble attempt to neaten the knots, to become somewhat presentable after his restless night. It would have to do. He carefully equipped his scabbard
and left the room, noting that the stableboy had been quick to scarper.
He hurried down the dimly lit corridor, hastening his steps as an irregular paranoia began to tickle the skin at the back of his neck, he struggled to
keep his eyes forward as a nameless fear beckoned to him from the shadows, seeming to whisper inaudible words into his ears. A chill struck his spine
and he quickly made his way down the spiralling staircases, the fear at his back dissipating as he exited the castle and entered the courtyard. He
wiped away the sweat that had formed on his brow, feeling utterly ridiculous and yet entirely relieved as he stepped into the outside world, away from
the whispering walls of the castle.