The Special Order

You followed the old gunsmith to the back of store where small wood samples sat on a large wooden work bench. As he took the other side of the work bench he slid a bunch of wooden blocks towards you. “Now I want you to feel the wood and tell me which one feels right in your hands as like a wand this rifle is going to be used for both bullets or magic meaning it will become an extension of yourself and thus unique to you.”

He said as he placed more wooden blocks on the workbench. You looked over the various blocks of wood with careful taking the gunsmith’s words to heart. You lifted some of the wooden blocks weighing them in your hands. Then out of the corner of your eyes you saw it a black almost grey, sickly looking block of wood. It wasn’t perhaps the look or sight of it that drew your curiosity but more a gut feeling like you had felt something missing be found again.

Setting aside the other blocks of wood you reached over and took the block of wood in your hands. The wooden block felt cold almost like the touch of **** itself. While it felt cold in your hands the wood was impossibly light compared to the other blocks of wood. “What about this one?” You asked showing it to the old gunsmith. He looked over before his eyes widened and his face turned ghost white. “I um.. I wouldn’t recommend using deathwood lad people are superstitious about deadwood in fact I only have this sample as an example of what the wooden blocks should look like.”

“But do you have enough to make the rifle?” You asked as you reluctantly set the peace of wood down on the work bench. “No I would have get ahold of my supplier first but if you want that wood I can do it.” The gunsmith said with a tinge of nervousness in his voice. You nodded confirming your choice for him. “Alright now I just need donation of mana from you and then in a week I will be able to get this rifle made for you.” As he said this the old gunsmith’s son came into the backroom with a rather large looking syringe and gestured to a seat. “We are gonna need a lot of mana from you to infuse into the rifle when make forge the metal so you feel woozy after this.” he said after you sat down. Eventually you sat down the gunsmith’s son rolled up your sleeve and began draw your mana filling up the large syringe you began to feel woozy however and could hear a few faint words before darkness overtook you.

When you awoke you found yourself on the couch your head in your Aunt Sadie’s lap as she gently was scratching your scalp at just the angle to give you tingles. As you opened your eyes slowly you saw your aunt smile before speaking. “Fell asleep when they began drawing mana for your rifle did you? Don’t worry it happened to your mother and I too when we did it as well. But unlike us however something different happened when they drew out your mana Nathan.” Your aunt Sadie said as she stroked your hair now.