The apprentice grabbed his mentor by the shoulders. “Do not entertain this folly! That woman might have given you her heart once — but that love was old history when she put that curse on you, and veritable ancient myth when she supposedly lifted it.”
“Friend, the truths you speak matter little, for I cannot continue living as I am. Do you know how it’s like? To have to pay mind to your every breath — to never sleep, to never rest, to always fear?” He closed his eyes and shook his head, then took a step backwards and stared at his disciple with determination. “I’ll do what she said I must, and if it was all a lie, well then—she gets the last laugh.” The middle aged wizard turned to gaze at the horizon, visible from the height of his stone tower, and crossed his arms. “You’ve been a wonderful apprentice.”
The young man wept.
The wizard held his breath.
— Bastian Espada
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