Good evening, have you heard of the great achievements of the so called Magisters?

  Trained and willing to bend the very laws of our world to their every whim, they manipulate

  the energy that fills our world to create miracles and wonders. But as a coin, there are

  always two sides to a story, so let me tell you of the side behind the miracle, for every

  wonder has its price.

  Our story unfolds in a world much like yours, so similar yet so different. Follow me

  into the depths of the burrow and decide for yourself if this price may be too high.

  Thick fog billows over the mountains grazing the pine trees that litter the valley with

  their thick grasp. There in the centre of said valley on a rocky cliff thrones a mighty tower,

  glittering in the sparse light and warding off the thick fog. Its delicate arches and

  massive walls speak of the wonders it might contain. But it is deep under its lowest floor,

  shrouded in the catacombs that reach deep into the earth right now the price for

  another magic is paid.

  A young human girl is strapped to an earthen table in one of the rooms, she feels fear for she

  knows what is approaching. The wooden door protests against its opening as the wrinkly

  figure of a stern man in a long robe forces his entry. A wave of his hand ignites the

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  crystals in the ceiling banishing the darkness in the room with their pale light. The man

  scoffs at the obvious discomfort of the girl, donning a white glove with blue symbols he

  traces the odd bumps on her bare back.

  Seemingly pleased with whatever he just found a smirk flashes across his sunken cheeks.

  With the grace of practised movement he opens the wooden case he brought along, unveiling

  its silvery contents. Rows upon rows of knives and bottles, his hands stroke across the

  blades seemingly undecided which one to choose. A glint in his eyes signal his decision as

  he grabs a small sliver blade not unlike a scalpel.

  With a swift movement he cuts open one of the bumps retrieving a small green package

  from underneath the skin. Checking its contents he repeats this with 5 more of the bumps

  retrieving two green and three blue packages. Exchanging his blade for needle and thread,

  he proceeds to seal the wounds. After applying a cream to the cut and checking his work he

  removes her binding and dismisses her.

  Wordless and near soundless the girl disappears into the endless labyrinth that are the

  catacombs. For she is one of the servants of this tower and this is her story.