“Sean Andrew Maluene!” the old man’s voice quavered as it hovered above him.  Sean rolled over on to his side and buried his head in his pillow.  Now the old man was infiltrating his dreams?  He’d never get a moment of rest, would he?

A sharp pain rose of the rise of his face and Sean’s eyes opened with a start.  “What in the world-?” he began, but Master Pollyworth’s eyes were wide and scared behind his gold-rimmed glasses.  “Is something wrong?”

“Get up,” Pollyworth said, and he turned around, busying himself with the potions in the workshop where Sean slept.

Sensing the urgency, Sean pulled himself out of bed and began collecting multi-colored potions off the dusty wood shelves.  “What’s happening?” he asked behind a yawn.

“Kyrii soldiers are here.  Outside.”  He threw the potions into a large burlap sack.  “We have to run.  It’s a witch hunt. They’ve come to quash us, blow us to smithereens, whatever it takes.  East side of town is in flames, by Betty Gracess’ house.”

Sean wiped the sleep out of his eyes with the back of his hand, his brain working to comprehend what he had been told.  Betty was the local herbologist, a healer, nothing more, and certainly not a threat.  He took a deep breath of the stale rosemary air.  “Witch hunt?  Why?”

“Who knows.  Superstition, probably.  It’s all the same with these people.  Afraid of people who are diff-” the old man was cut off by the sound of breaking wood.  Master Pollyworth mouthed the words, “Front door.”

The Kyrii Armed forces were here, at their workshop, looking for them.  Sean dropped the potions in his arms on the floor, and his master shoved the burlap sack in his arms.

“Run to the safehouse, apprentice.  Don’t look back.”


Word: Quash.  ||  Time:  8 minutes.  ||  Character:  Sean Maluene.


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