Rough draft story idea
And so it was, the chosen young dark mage apprentice, Gelph Coltsfoot, went into his master's learning chamber. He was searching for a new potion to help him understand why he felt so alienated and didn't fit in with his other classmates. He was hoping to find perhaps a new potion or spell that might make others find him more desirable, and friendly. Isn't that what most of us long for in life?
He didn't fell this way when he was in the darkened woods. Within that realm the deer, owls, and rabbits were there, harmless creatures that didn't shy away from Coltsfoot the way they did from other humans. It was the home of the moon sprites as well, though they were mostly shy, hiding about under brush and thicket. Although Gelph had spied one that wasn't quite as shy, and at times it would come out to flit about his ears once the evening sun had set. He had shooed it away the first few times thinking it a mosquito or gnat, but after he caught a side glance at it, as they are very quick in flight, he steadied his hand.
His master was off on a journey to Greylady Castle on business and he did not feel that his purpose there was any business to a young whelp, particularly a learning apprentice. The Winter's Harvest was approaching, so perhaps it had something to do with that. Maybe he was elected to arrange some ceremony within the realm. No matter, Gelph looked at his departure as a reprieve from all his formal duties and studies that was expected of him, and he could relax a bit more and sate his mind with some of his master's laboratory. He was free to peruse the great library and roam about with all these potions and herbs scattered about, the apothecary equipment, and all that musty arcane manuscript.
His familiar, a pet mouse he'd named Anabell, was there with him. She was his eyes and ears at times. She was once even his bodyguard tripping up a bully that had chased him into a barn. Gelph ran up the ladder that led to a hayloft to try and hide, and as the bully ran up the ladder after him, Anabell ran down and landed on the bully's head, and with a scream, he let go and fell in some hay below. Who knew, that such a loud brash clod would be afraid of a simple small mouse? Gelph was learning this was the way of the world, to expect the unexpected. But hard as he tried to make friends, his closest ally and companion was Anabell.
Such is my indulgence on this Sunday morn. Hope yours turns out well.