Wielder: Apprentice: Book 1 of Lady Shey's Story (The Wielder Cycle) by Mark E Tyson Read Free Book Online Page B

color not normally worn by the apprentices, she would call attention to herself.
    “Since you have not been apprenticed formally, I am going to put you in grey. I do not personally take apprentices, but I will train you until the First Trine arrives to start the selection process.”
    “Thank you, mistress.”
    “Be here tomorrow morning bright and early. Follow Marella when she goes to her classes and come here at the same hour.” Not knowing what else to do, Sheyna bowed awkwardly. “That’s all,” Enowene said, waving her along with the back of her hand.

    When Sheyna returned to the common room between her bedchamber and Marella’s, she peeked carefully around Marella’s half-closed door. Marella was not home. Sheyna had hoped to have a conversation with her about what she learned from Enowene, but it would have to wait. She thought that if she tried to include Marella in her life and goings on, the girl might soften up to her some. Maybe it was a foolish notion.
    She went into her bedchamber and used essence to light the oil lamp like Marella had shown her. The second night Sheyna stayed in the chamber, Marella scorned and scolded her for not knowing such a simple task as lighting a lamp, and had reluctantly showed her.
    Sheyna felt in her pocket for the jade statuette, finding it there, and absently looked out her window. Curiously, there was a shadow appearing on the left side of the windowsill as if someone stood just outside and to the right, out of sight. The sun was shining from the opposite direction. Any shadows should be falling to the right, not the left of the windowsill. If someone stood to the right of the window, she would not be able to see the shadow at all. She leaped to the window and pressed her face hard against the glass to see what or who was standing beside the window. The shadow flowed away; she saw no one.
    “You don’t know what you have, do you.”
    Sheyna whirled around and let out a screech. Kyrie stood with his hands on his hips at the doorway. Sheyna reacted instinctively and rushed a column of essence through her fingers at the small Kylerie elf. He deflected it without a care.
    “Weak, very weak. You still have much to learn here.”
    “What do you want? Were you just outside my window?”
    “The little statue, and no, I wasn’t.”
    ”Why do you want my trinket, and aye, I just saw your shadow outside the window, you little liar!”
    “It’s enchanted.” He went to the window and peered out. “You must be so careful, so careful. There are things in the night watching you.”
    “ So , what does that mean?”
    “It means I want the trinket, and it means you are in danger.” He shook his head. “I don’t want your statuette because you enchanted it, I want it because it was already enchanted before.”
    “Oh yeah, by whom? My mother gave me this statue. You can take it from me, but I will always be able to recover it.”
    “It was enchanted by dragons, silly girl. It’s a soul well.”
    Marella entered the common chamber, whistling. She shrieked as soon as she saw Kyrie and cast a ball of essence at him. He deflected it, and it crashed into the wall, leaving a round depression.
    “You girls sure are quick on the attack. It is possible that I could be friendly, you know.”
    “I remember you are fond of turning into things.” Marella stepped deliberately toward him.
    “Wait, what are you doing? You can’t force me to . . .” He shifted into a small wooden table.
    “I can’t stay in his mind long; go get Mistress Enowene,” Marella stated.
    Sheyna had an idea. She used her ability to enchant and concentrated on the table. I have to hit this just right , she thought. She released the enchantment, and Marella staggered back. Kyrie was stuck as an enchanted table.
    “What was that?” Marella asked with surprise.
    “Hurry, my enchantments don’t always last. Help me get this table down to Enowene.”
    Marella grabbed a side of the table. It wasn’t heavy.