My Magical Potential Remains Locked

Perhaps Anorkin senses that I am disappointed by my lack of progress. "Though you have a lot of potential, I always expected that it would take considerable time and effort to unlock it," he tells me. "It may be for the best that you should not progress too quickly. This way, by the time you come into your full power I will have instilled in you enough discipline for you to use it wisely."

To use it in accordance with your wishes, you mean, I think to myself. Anorkin must be very self-confident - or perhaps arrogant would be a better word - if he thinks that if (or when) I develop a magical power comparable in strength to his own I will remain content to do his bidding. No, I promise myself that if I should become strong enough to challenge him then there will be a reckoning.

1. "It's time for lunch," the mage's voice says in my mind.
2. When I take a step. Anorkin sees that I am hobbling because my legs are so stiff. Invisible hands start to massage my calves and thighs.
3. I don't think that Anorkin can normally read my mind, but perhaps I thought that last thought with too much vehemence. At any rate, his face twists with anger. I think it's only his need of me to play Naomi that keeps him from killing me.

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