Ascent: Day 12

Word Count: 72,025

Summary of Events:

Ilyé hadn't felt that Master Lyarí had been resolving any major issues in his rounds and that they were purely a formality to announce Ilyé as his apprentice, but finally they arrived at a town where the magicians were severely divided over an issue, and Ilyé got to exact the punishment on the dissenters. At the next town Ilyé learned that mates were different than husbands and wives, and how, and to his great horror that Master Lyarí himself had a mate whom they would be visiting shortly. Ilyé didn't like Master Lyarí's mate — especially being as she accidentally closed the door in his face — and so didn't bother socialising. Finally the rounds were over and being as Master Lyarí was quite tired Ilyé took advantage to begin the exacting of his revenge . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

"He found his wall still intact, and he found that his entire family was home. Quickly he finished up the wall and then flew in through the opening and landed as silently as possible on the roof.
"Níléts Ajuné!" Ilyé called in a deep voice that he'd been practising for some time.

Quickly his father hurried out. Ilyé magically sealed the house door after him, along with all of the windows and other escape routes — even the chimney.

His father rushed around, looking puzzled. When he turned back toward the house, however, he stopped dead still.

"You!" his father screamed. "Nargya! My elixirs!"

Ilyé spread his wings and used one beat to carry himself off of the roof and onto the ground.

"He can't hear you," Ilyé said. "You are completely at my mercy."

His father laughed. "Oh really? I can go anywhere you know."

"Show me," Ilyé challenged.

Indignant, his father turned and galloped at full speed. Ilyé smiled when his father crashed into the wall.

Although he was stunned, his father pretended nothing had happened and galloped off to another place. Several times he tried, even at the place Ilyé had last left open, but couldn't get through anywhere.

"Well, so you've put a wall around the place," his father said. "I can fly over it."

Ilyé watched with a smirk as his father flew and ran into the wall on every side, as if he were a flying insect caught inside a house, trying to get out. Ilyé hoped his father felt like an insect.

No matter how high his father flew, he never got over the wall, and then his head started running into the top. Ilyé felt a clutch of worry, if his father found the opening he'd get away.

Thankfully his father was too tired from trying to find a way out to look too long, not to mention the head-banging dazed him, so he came down.

"You think you're going to do something to me?" his father challenged.

"Yes," Ilyé replied coldly. "I think I am going to kill you."

"You and what army you pathetic youngling?" his father sneered.

"I don't need an army," Ilyé replied, a smug smile coming over his face. "I am, after all, the Lemyazhmok's apprentice."

A look of pure horror and rage came over his father's face that Ilyé couldn't help but smile at.

His father screamed, shouted, raged, and threw himself about in a frenzied fit. Ilyé watched smilingly and made sure to keep out of the way of his father's fury. He wouldn't cower now. He had the power, and he was going to exact his revenge.

Reaching his hands out in front of himself, Ilyé made the first wound, which caused his father to shriek and leap about in pained fury.

"You may think it is you that will kill me, but it is I that will kill you!" his father screamed.

Ilyé merely smiled. No, he would get his revenge, and it would be magnificent."