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"The Manipulator, Ch. 1: The Apprentice" by Max Wolf

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Wolf Fate: The hope of the Other World, who alone has the power to stop his own father and putting right a world that went completely wrong. He never expected he was speciel, but then the Manipulator Jack Blade shows up at cozy home and tells him differently. He says he can manipulate anything, and that he was to be trained to destroy evil in the Other World. Wolf has a big decision to make: Does he go and be trained as a Manipulator, or does he stay with his brother and grandmother?


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 Chapter One- The Apprentice

Ah, the strange ways of the human world, so very fresh in my mind.” Said a man as he flew on a large beast above the city, his dark gray cloak waving wildly in the wind and stars shinning brightly overhead.

What exactly are we looking for?” Asked the beast mildly, as if he didn't expect an answer.

A boy.” Said the man, his dark eyes scanning the lights below. “Go down, I can't see anything.”

But the humans-”

The man raised his hands and and waved his arms above his head, and they flickered out of sight, sort of like a light bulb that burnt out.

I should have known.” Said the creature.

Completely concealed from the eyes of the humans he swooped down closer to the buildings, finding that his great brown and white wingspan wouldn't fit between some of the buildings. The man on his back held tight to his saddle as he swooshed this way and that, directed by the connection between his and the man's mind.

What does this boy have to do with anything?”

He's a Manipulator.” The man replied, “Griff Harold has told me to train him.”

Your taking an apprentice then?”

Not by choice. I hope he's not as bad as my last. You should land here.”

The creature swooped down and onto the ground, landing with a soft thud. The man slid down from his back, his feet hitting the solid pavement, making his face contort slightly. “I'll never get use to that,” He said.

He stalked forward as though he was afraid that the couple across the street would see him, then he suddenly straitened up, remembering he had manipulated his visibility. He looked into the window of a lower apartment and saw a boy in there.

The kid was about 17, with dark brown hair and dark eyes. He had it spiked up in a particularly weird fashion where all of his hair went to the middle of his head. He pursed his lips and said, “Hmm... that's not quite right.”

He continued walking and looked into the next room of the house. There was another boy sitting on his bed with a lamp on, reading a book. This boy also had brown hair, though it was lighter than his... brother... the man assumed. He was only looking at the boys profile but saw there through a tiny slit in his eyelids that this boy had green eyes. Bright green eyes, and his jaw slanted upward in a very particular way, smoothly, almost placidly. He was thin and young, then the man looked back at the boy's eyes, and saw that a red scar ran down his left brow to his cheekbone. This was him. This was his Apprentice.

Blade!” Said the beast suddenly, “Have you found him yet? I'm getting hungry!”

Shhh!” Hissed the one called Blade, waving his hand toward his steed dismissively.

How do we go about retrieving this boy anyway?”

His name if Wolf Fate.... or so I've heard. And I haven't quite gotten there yet, so if you don't mind.”

Wolf,” Said the creature as he strode over to stand beside his master, “A particularly odd name.”

'Tis destiny, Fang, it's no different than the irony in your name.”

A master's wish however.”

Shhh!” Blade hissed again as the boy Wolf looked out his window, having heard them talking.

He turned back to the window and looked directly into the eyes of Wolf, the green in them shinning brighter than before, and his thin lips parting slightly, showing a strait row of teeth; his canines were particularly sharp and long.

Hmm...” Blade said quietly as Wolf looked away again, “I think I know why he is named Wolf.”

Do tell Blade.”

But Blade was silent. Instead he looked at Fang and walked back toward the other window. He stopped there and looked inside again, seeing the boy with the funny hairstyle, but then he spotted her.

Farther in the room, standing at the sink doing dishes, was a woman with gray hair. She had her back to him, but he knew exactly who she was, Menelva Fate, wife of the once great Manipulator Brax Fate, a great, famous name in the Other World. Knowing this, Blade had a sudden idea.

He raised his hand and took off the invisibility shield then went to the door and knocked. Menelva answered it a second later and gasped, “Jack Blade!” She screeched, “What a surprise, I had no idea I was to expect you!”

Neither did I, until just now.”

Well, by all means, come in! May I take your cloak?”

Blade pulled back his hood as he stepped in, “No no, It's fine. I'm more comfortable with it on.”

Fine, fine,” Said Menelva, “Come in, sit down. Would you like me to call-”

No, I was hoping to talk to you... alone.”

Menelva looked up at the boy with spiked hair, and with that look he knew he was to be sent away. “Well, come to the living room, it's more comfortable.”

Blade followed her into a room where a fire was rising high into the chimney. He sat in an armchair next to it, and waited for Menelva to sit down on the couch across from him before beginning. “Griff Harold sent me. He wants me to apprentice Wolf.”

Menelva gasped and her hand went to her mouth, her soft gray curls bouncing as she did, “He's a-”

Yes. He's a Manipulator, just like his grandfather... and father.”

What does this mean for him though?”

It mean he has to come back with me to the Other World to be trained as a Manipulator,” Blade said, “So he can defeat his father.”

If he knew about his father, I don't know what I'd do!”

Don't worry, I wont tell him... yet. Not until I have to.”

She sighed, a heavy shuddering type of sigh before saying, “He misses his grandfather so much these days.”

And his mother?”

She died shortly after he was born. Jack, he has no idea of his heritage, how are we going to-”

She was cut off by Blade suddenly raising his hand, “Let me take care of that. I have the slightest feeling that he knows already about his strange... abilities.”

I'd half hoped he had somehow escape this.”

The Power is nothing to be ashamed of, you know that, it's just what you do with the Power.”

Menelva bent her head low, and for a few moment the room was quiet. Then she raised it a moment later and said, “He's already 15.”

Better late then never. Besides, does Griff ever do anything he knows is going to fail?”

I suppose not.”

Blade gave a slight smile, then, hearing a sound like bare-feet on carpet he turned and saw the boy, Wolf, standing there, hands at his side, staring a him with weary look in his eyes. Then, noticing that Blade was looking back at him, he looked down at his feet. “I'm sorry,” He said shyly, “I just overheard and-”

Come in, boy, and sit.” Blade said, cutting him off abruptly.

Wolf started moving forward hesitantly, feeling slightly embarrassed.

I don't bite. Come in now.”

He did what the man told him now, coming in quickly and sitting on the other end of the couch away from his grandmother, giving her a wayward look of guilt. She didn't like him eavesdropping when she had private company in the house and he knew he was going to get a stern talking-to later.

It was silent for a long while, Blade leaning back in his chair studying him like some specimen in a zoo. All the while Wolf was looking into his eyes, noticing the many colors of blue that seemed to shine in them.

He was an older man, his beard and shoulder long hair was gray. Lines creased his forehead, it would seem, from many years of frowning. He wore a gray velvet cloak that folded over the arm of the chair and, as he could see, whisped around his feet. The bottom of the cloak was dirty as though it had been dragged through mud time and again, stained a permanent dull gray-brown.

His pants were a black color, the fabric torn in some places near his boot, where the pants were tucked in. They were tight too, like leggings, but looser. He also noticed that the man wore a tunic, an off white color, tucked into his pants. He looked very medieval, and very unusual.

Finally, the man spoke, “I was just talking to your grandmother here about you.”

Wolf didn't reply, his eyes only snapped back to the man's.

I was sent here by the head of my order: Griff Harold. He wanted me to find you and tell you some things about yourself.”

I already know. I can make things fly in the air, sort of like telekinesis.”

And that's just the beginning. Your a Manipulator, Wolf. You can manipulate anything you want.”

Wolf looked at him, a confused look on his face, but he otherwise said nothing.

You can make anything do anything you want.” Blade explained.

Wolf nodded, he always was good at hiding emotion, and the shock he felt at this statement never left his mind to show on his face. “I got that part... what I'm wondering is... how?”

Blade looked at Menelva, who nodded, “Your parents were Manipulators, and so was your grandfather. They came from the Other World, where almost every being has the ability to manipulate something or another. You grandfather is one of the greatest heroes of all times in my world.

I was sent here because Griff Harold wants me to apprentice you in the ways of a Manipulator. I must take you back to my world with me, where you will be trained to fight with these powers and ride upon the back of a gryphon.”

Wolf stared blankly at Blade, his mind swirling with all this new information, questions forming in his head and yet doubt rose higher and higher in his mind.

He smiled gently and said, “Look, I have no idea who you are, but your clearly a little bit off your rocker... so you should go back to the hospital.”

Blade was taken aback, and couldn't reply.

Menelva's bark stopped him before he had to say anything, “Wolf Fate! I'll be damned if I ever hear you speak to a guest in that manner ever again!”

You don't believe him... do you?” At this point Wolf's previously well hidden shock had come to his face and tone.

Menelva sighed, and the gentle light to her eyes returned, “Yes, Wolf, I do.”

Wolf's mouth hung open in wonder, looking from Blade to his grandmother in pure astonishment.

Wha-?

Wolf, listen,” She began, “I never told you because I didn't want you hurt.”

Hurt? I'm not hurt. Flabbergasted maybe, that it has to be me to turn my own grandmother into the loony bin, but not hurt! As for that man,” Wolf pointed a long finger toward Blade in disgust, “I've no idea what to do.”

If you'll just let me explain.” Said Blade.

Explain what? How it is you became completely mad?” Wolf's eyes were flaring with anger, “I don't believe that mad-men can remember how they became mad!”

No, my boy-”

Wolf stood up abruptly, gaping at Blade with utter distaste. “D'you have any idea what you've done to me? You've brought my grandmother down to your level and now-”

Wolf, sit down!” Menelva screamed, loud enough to likely be heard through several walls, but she quieted again, and said calmly, “Listen to me. The man is telling you the truth, he will show you.”

I highly doubt he can-”

But before Wolf was even finished with his sentence he watch in dismay, his jaw dropped and eyes widened as the fire from the fireplace came out of it's perspective spot and into the air. Blade was holding his thin hand out, splaying his long fingers toward the fire that had now collected in a ball in front of him. It hissed and spat, much as it had done before, as it whirled around. Very suddenly, with a flick of Blade's wrist, the ball shot forward toward Wolf, knocking him back onto the floor as it took another form, one of a large bird of prey, like a huge eagle. It illuminated the room with a warm glow, and the heat coming off of it would have been comforting if Wolf had not been shocked and fear-filled, worried that the flame would become to hard to control and burn him to smithereens.

Then Blade closed his hand into a fist, and the bird went out; like a candle being snuffed. “Believe me now?” He asked.

Wolf nodded quickly, still wide eyed with his mouth open.

That was simple manipulation, an apprentice can do that his first week. You could be doing that by next Tuesday. The choice is yours, dear boy.”

It took him a second before Wolf choked out, “I will go.”

Good, we leave at six tomorrow morning. You'd better get some rest. Menelva?”

Yes?”

Do you mind if me and Fang stay a night?”

Not at all. You can sleep in here, make yourselves at home.”

Wolf went to bed, dazed and excited. He laid in bed for nearly an hour before his eyelids slid shut.

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1 May 2010:-) Patricia M. DŽAngelo
Good premise for a story. I’m not sure Wolf’s reaction works as well as it might. I would expect disbelief, but not to the point he would think his grandmother crazy., or even the man for that matter. If he already knows he can move things through the air, its not that hard to make the leap that he has other abilities.

They came from the Other World, where almost every being has the ability to manipulate something or another.

I’m not sure you want to use ’the’ in front of Other World. I would say, I’m going to ’the’ store, but I wouldn’t say I’m going to ’the’ Wal-mart.

All in all, a good start to your story. There are plenty of intriguing ideas about this world that you’re creating.
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'The Manipulator, Ch. 1: The Apprentice':
 • Created by: :-) Max Wolf
 • Copyright: ©Max Wolf. All rights reserved!

 • Keywords: Apprentice, Bird, Blade, Boy, Brother, Cape, Cloak, Crazy, Dark, Evil, Fate, Fire, Flying, Grandfather, Grandmother, Gryphon, Invisible, Light, Magic, Man, Manipulate, Master, Old, Power, Sword, Training, Wolf, Young
 • Categories: Magic and Sorcery, Spells, etc., Mythical Creatures & Assorted Monsters, Warrior, Fighter, Mercenary, Knights, Paladins, Weapons, Bows, Swords, Blades, Rapiers..., Wizards, Priests, Druids, Sorcerers..., Superheroes, Supervillains, Super Powers, Child, Children, Teens
 • Inspirations: Other Movie, TV-Show, JK Rowling (Harry Potter)
 • Submitted: 2010-04-17 02:32:15
 • Views: 265

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