Chapter 14: He is doubly f**ked
Everything was a blur for Aric. From the moment a blade was placed on his neck to the point where his hands were tied with a strong rope around his wrists. He felt like he was watching himself from a third person perspective and everything around felt like a bad game to him. But he knew everything that was happening was real and hew as in a dip shit. The rope was rugged and it gave a very uncomfortable feeling to Aric as he was being pushed and shoved around until he was brought up close to the mages.
The mages had a better attire than everyone present and even had a hood. Thankfully, not the long hoods which he had seeing in movies and series, but a hood like the Assassin’s creed. It was both cool and creepy as Aric could make out the eyes of the mages.
One had green eyes while the other had brown. Their eyes shone bright for some reason and Aric felt intimidated.
"Where did this pipsqueak come from?"
"We don’t know boss, but we found him in the woods. And from the looks of it. He isn’t local." Said the man who had caught him. The fire mage came forward and touched his cloth. He seemed to be shocked a bit after touching his shirt. His palm lit with fire and pointed at Aric.
This was enough for Aric to almost make a run. He didn’t care if the other person would be teleported away with since he was still holding Aric by collar. The mage didn’t throw the fireball at Aric and just held it close to his face.
Aric could feel the heat and knew that it was real. He didn’t know why he was being the foolish brave and didn’t teleport yet but he still stood there while fear was very evident on his face.
"Where are you from? Where did your cloth come from? Blurt out any lie and I will burn your face which can’t be healed even by a normal healer." The fire mage said, his voice rough and very intimidating.
"I am from India and this is the ethnic cloth of my village.. I.. I am lost and I have been searching for my way home for the last 1 day.. Please don’t kill me." Aric replied. Surprised that he could lie directly even at the cost of his own life and also for the fact that he could even bake a half lie at these circumstances.
The fire mage forwarded the fire burning on the center of his palm towards his face, and Aric almost had to close on eye due to the immense heat he was feeling. But with the other eye he also maintained eye contact, fear evident on his face, and so was the agony and tears.