Damien focused on the lump of iron sitting on the heavy table he’d dragged up to his room. He’d already removed all the impurities, leaving behind nothing but clean metal. Now he had to shape it.

He inserted his power into the ore and felt the molecules of iron. They seemed jumbled up, going every which way. Before he aligned them he needed to mold the lump into a blade. Pushing, pulling and stretching, Damien slowly coaxed the metal into a rough bar.

He gasped and let his focus lapse. He’d used three quarters of his power and all he had to show for it was a bar of metal. Better than a lump, but he still had a long way to go. Damien leaned back in his chair and wiped the sweat from his brow. He hadn’t even moved and look at him: sweat drenched his body and his limbs were trembling. It might have been less work to beat the metal into shape at a forge. Of course, that wouldn’t help him improve his shaping technique.

For the next two weeks Damien labored on the blade from the time he got up in the morning until he went to bed at night. He’d gotten it shaped into a proper blade, albeit a blunt, unbalanced one. He was about to dive back into his work when he heard steps outside in the hall. Who could be visiting him up here? Ann was the only one he knew that might, and she should be training her new student.

Curious, Damien went to the door and poked his head out into the hall. A woman he didn’t recognize stood two doors up from him, a glowing key in the air in front of her. She must be one of his floormates back from assignment.

Maybe she hadn’t heard about his adventure with the demon. If he got her to commit to taking him as an apprentice before she found out he could finally start his fieldwork.

He darted out the door and strode toward her. “Excuse me. I’m—”

“The demon slayer, I heard.” She turned to face him. Her hair was going gray and fine wrinkles lined her face. Despite her apparent age her gaze was firm and she stood straight and tall.

On the inside he winced, but he let nothing show on his face. “That’s been completely blown out of proportion.”

She laughed at that. “Kid, there’s no way the statement ‘he killed a demon all by himself’ can be blown out of proportion. If you did it, you did it. There’s no other way to say it. Did you do it?”

He hung his head. “Yes, ma’am. I didn’t set out to, it just sort of happened. I don’t suppose you’re looking for an apprentice?”

“No, and even if I was, there’d be no point in me choosing you. On my best day I wouldn’t last ten seconds against a demon, even a weak one. If you killed one at your age, with such limited experience, you’re at a different level than me. I wouldn’t know where to begin teaching you. I’m sorry.”

He sighed. “Thanks anyway. At least it’ll be nice to have some company up here.”

“I doubt I’ll be good company. After three months in the field without a break, I plan to sleep then sleep some more. I’m Maria von Kade.” She held out a hand.

“Damien St. Cloud.” They shook and he left Maria to her rest.

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After yet another rejection he didn’t feel like working on the sword anymore. In fact he didn’t feel like staying in the tower. He needed to get out. Damien went to the stairwell and flew down to the sixth floor to see if Ann had finished her training for the day.

He knocked on her closed door and it opened a few seconds later. Ann smiled and leaned against the door frame. “Everything all right, Damien?”

“I need a change of scenery. Have you had dinner yet?”

“No, I just finished my lessons a little while ago. What did you have in mind?”

“Dinner at the Dancing Pony, my treat.”

She beamed. “A date with my favorite student, how lovely. Let me get my cloak.”

Damien started to say it wasn’t a date, but she had disappeared back into her apartment. She returned a moment later wrapped in a midnight-blue cloak. They left the tower and Damien flew them to the little town just down the road.

The founders, creative souls that they were, named the place Tower Town. Most of the commerce revolved around supplying the tower with everything it needed to function, mainly food and other mundane supplies. Several inns and taverns catered to the visitors that had business with the masters, along with sorcerers that got sick of the food in the dining hall.

When they landed in the packed dirt street just outside the Dancing Pony, the finest inn the village had to offer, no one spared them so much as a second glance. It spoke to how often sorcerers visited Tower Town that two people landing in the middle of the street didn’t rate so much as a pause in stride.

The Dancing Pony was a two-story inn with a dining room on the first floor and rooms for rent on the second. You could find a similar building in every town in the kingdom just about. Damien held the door for Ann then closed it behind them. Half a dozen people sat in the common room. They had beaten the dinner rush which suited Damien fine. He wasn’t much in the mood for noise or crowds.

A fire blazed in the fireplace taking the chill off the cool night. They found a table near the hearth and Damien helped Ann take her cloak off. The waitress came over to take their order then left them alone.

“So what’s the matter? You never want to go out.”

Damien slumped in his chair. “I’m sick of being turned down. Every sorcerer I talk to is unwilling to take a chance on me. What are they afraid of?”

“Some are afraid you’ll show them up, and others honestly don’t know how best to help you. You just have to be patient. Eventually you’ll find the right mentor.”

“I guess. Has anyone ever quit before? Just given up on the whole damn thing?”

Ann’s normally cheerful face went dark as she frowned. “A few quit every decade, moving on to work for merchants traveling through rough country, or going off to explore some distant corner of the kingdom, but most sorcerers consider it an honor to serve on the front lines, protecting the people. The ones that choose to leave the crown’s service still keep in touch with The Tower to remain in good standing with the government.”

“Yeah, I know about the ones that go into private service. I mean has anyone left it all behind, just vanished and made a new life having nothing to do with sorcery?”

“It’s not something we advertise, but it happens. Since the school’s founding less than ten sorcerers have vanished. Most left the kingdom, but there are a handful we’ve lost track of entirely. Those are the ones we fear the most. If they’re hiding it’s probably because they’re up to no good. The most recent was sixteen years ago, a young man named Connor Blackman fled ahead of a group of sorcerers coming to arrest him on charges of trafficking with demons. No one knows where he went after that. It’s like he just disappeared.”

They finished their meal in silence. Damien couldn’t stop wondering what would happen if he decided to run away. Would they send a group of sorcerers to kill him rather than let him go? It wasn’t the sort of thing he liked to think about. He understood the masters’ point of view. It would be horrible for all sorcerers to have a rogue running around doing whatever he liked.

After dinner they flew back to the tower and Damien walked Ann to her apartment. They stopped outside her door. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t very good company tonight.”

She smiled and patted his cheek. “That’s okay. Are you feeling better?”

“I’m not planning on running away if that’s what you’re asking. I’ll finish Jen’s sword and if I still haven’t found someone willing to take a chance on me, I’ll try to convince the high sorcerers to assign someone.”