The Town

“What kind of name is Aaralon?”

Aaralon looked at the barman, his whole body ached from journey out to this no name town and in that moment he wanted nothing more than to fall into a bed and sleep for a week. So having to deal with the idiotic questions of this country bumpkin was doing nothing for his mood.

“You would have to ask my mother,” he spat back before pushing off from the bar and heading for his room. What he found in his room was a wooden frame passing as a bed that was stuffed with rotting straw. He didn’t care though, collapsing onto it and letting sleep take him gratefully.

As Aaralon slept memories of the journey here and his orders floated across his mind.

“The place is called Orcastle,” his Master had explained as other Thralls began to move the newly formed statue out of his office. “Although they don’t have a castle so who knows why they named it that. Wishful thinking I suppose.”

Aaralon had listened to his Master in open amazement as he had gone on to explain what he had been doing. The Mirrors, whilst tuned to each other, could be **** to broadcast to others, and he had been using that to seek out those whose mind where “open” to him. Through that he had found a young woman by the name of Sally. She had been working for the past two weeks to begin building her little cult and had been quite successful. However they needed guidance to truly tap into some real power and that was where Aaralon came in.

“I have already let her know you will be arriving, she will introduce you to the rest of the cult and you can get to work opening the portal.” His Master had explained. “You will be a long way from me, out from under my protection.” His Masters voice had become soft as he moved in close to Aaralon, his hands running lovingly over his skin. “But I trust you will do what is needed of you and come back to me in one piece.”

Aaralon had felt terrified at the thought of leaving the sanctuary of the school behind, but the trust of his Master washed away that fear easily. Even as he packed his things up he was amazed that his Master was trusting him with such a critical mission.

Although his Master did leave him with one final joke before he left. Again twisting his mind and leaving him with only a desire to lay with other men. Within the confines of the School that was no problem, but out in the wider world he could be killed if his deviancy was discovered.

Aaralon slept on, the memories fading as he slipped into a deep sleep.