Apprentice Michaels - Chapter 1 - The Conversation And The Calling
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it’s pretty super-naughty to think what a dirt I’d gotten myself into by the time my dialogue started. I was so nervous; my stomach was churning. I kept saying myself that nothing was worth this level of anxiety. If I was right for The Order, they’d see my potential and sign me up as an Apprentice. There was nothing in God’s name that I’d be able to do to switch their minds once they were made up. But then, my own mind began toying tricks. If I introduced as some sort of neurotic snowflake, I’d instantly put them off and I’d be back on that train to nowhere before I could cram my bags. And, of course, the more I attempted to struggle the nerves, the more jumpy I became. I walked into the chamber and was nearly blinded. Sunlight was streaming in thru the whitest of white, floor-to-ceiling curtains which frosted every wall. And sitting in the middle of the space, on a fashionable platinum chair, was a fellow I assumed was Sir Drayke. He was clothed totally in white, in a beautifully fitted suit, which seemed to cling to his body, complimenting every one of his features. He was dark-skinned and dark-eyed. His forehead was etched with lines, which gave him a quality of sternness I have seldom found myself so instantly drawn to. There was something about him which exhilarated me deeply.
it’s pretty super-naughty to think what a dirt I’d gotten myself into by the time my dialogue started. I was so nervous; my stomach was churning. I kept saying myself that nothing was worth this level of anxiety. If I was right for The Order, they’d see my potential and sign me up as an Apprentice. There was nothing in God’s name that I’d be able to do to switch their minds once they were made up. But then, my own mind began toying tricks. If I introduced as some sort of neurotic snowflake, I’d instantly put them off and I’d be back on that train to nowhere before I could cram my bags. And, of course, the more I attempted to struggle the nerves, the more jumpy I became. I walked into the chamber and was nearly blinded. Sunlight was streaming in thru the whitest of white, floor-to-ceiling curtains which frosted every wall. And sitting in the middle of the space, on a fashionable platinum chair, was a fellow I assumed was Sir Drayke. He was clothed totally in white, in a beautifully fitted suit, which seemed to cling to his body, complimenting every one of his features. He was dark-skinned and dark-eyed. His forehead was etched with lines, which gave him a quality of sternness I have seldom found myself so instantly drawn to. There was something about him which exhilarated me deeply.
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