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(An Apprentice Sorcerer) wants (to return the Princess to the castle) because (he needs prove to his master that he is responsible), but (the Princess is captured by a group of bandits).

Climax: He goes to find the Princess but when he finds out that she was captured by a group of Bandits who plan to sell her as a slave.



Once upon a time, in a land known by none was an apprentice sorcerer who hoped to be known by all. The land was a fair one, ruled by the strong King, Ronin the Stormwind, who had won many battles. Dayard Silvergate was the sorcerer of the castle, employed by the former ruler years ago, he had a young apprentice, Asher Tanglewood, who never ceased to get into trouble. Each of these occasions followed with a severe scolding. Now, the Princess, Maerwynn D'Argouges, daughter of King Ronin, was soon to be wed to the Prince of Hunwald, Rudyyard De Hunwald. One night, not far from the date of their wedding she disappeared from her bed. Upon hearing the news, Dayard and his bothersome apprentice sped to the castle.

"She is gone, just disappeared. The only thing we know is that four strange men came into town yesterday and left early," the King sighed dejectedly.

The fair-haired queen, who was sobbing in the corner of the room, surfaced from her hands, "you need to find her, Dayard. You are the only one who can."

The salt and pepper haired wizard turned to the King, who frowned, "My dear," he murmured placing a hand on his wife's wrist, "we cannot let our only sorcerer go, if anything this is a diversion so they can attack us with our guard down." She, in turn, dipped into her hands and cried all the harder.

//"//I'll find her!" Asher called, standing from his chair.

"Sit down, Asher," Dayard commanded.

"What will we tell the Prince!" The queen wailed, puffy red eyes watching Ronin.

"I've sent a messenger to him, explaining the situation. He will have to marry Licoricia D'Aumale instead, that was his original plan if his suit did not win here," the King responded.

"I said I'll go-"

"No," came two voices in unison.

'But, why not?" though it wasn't Asher speaking this time, it was the queen. Everyone turned to her, she swallowed and continued, "Dayard cannot go, but I don't see why his apprentice cannot, he has trained him well."

And so it was, Asher, his horse laden with saddlebags of various objects, rode off in search of the Princess. He used a simple tracker's spell and found them quickly. Then he assessed the situation; four men, mediocre sword skills, large, and made a plan.

That night, as the moon just appeared above him, Asher climbed a thick tree, hiding himself in the branches. He turned and focused on the fog that always hovered over the forest floor. He closed his eyes and moved his fingers as if stroking silk.

At the sound of the man's voice saying, "Who's there?" he knew he had succeeded. A dark figure had appeared in the fog, cloaked and mysterious, at least to the man, "I said who's there?" the voice said again. "If you don' answer me I'll...I'll," his voice began to quaver, just as Asher knew it would, "I'll run you through with this sword," he yanked the long sliver of metal from it's scabbard and begun to swing it around nervously. Asher moved the figure forward, drawrng the outline tighter and more clear.

Putting on a deep voice, Asher hissed, "Run." The man whipped around and sprinted in the opposite direction, screaming all the while. Asher allowed himself a small chuckle then returned to the rest of the unsuspecting bandits. One had heard his colleagues scream and was pushing himself into a sitting position. He shook the other man who wouldn't wake, unknowingly, earlier in the day Asher had slipped the man a sleeping draught, he wouldn't wake for another twelve hours.

The first man gave up and nudged the other, who groaned and murmured sleepily, "Wha'?"

"He won't wake up and I heard Travers scream," was his gruff answer. "I'm going to look for him, you watch her," he gestured at the sleeping Princess, bound to a log. The first man walked away and the other groped for his sword, as soon as his hand felt the hilt Asher sent it flying backwards.

"What?!" the man cried turning towards his weapon. He caught a glimpse of the hilt before it whipped into the underbrush, then out weaving about trees and branches. When his stomping feet couldn't be heard anymore Asher lept out of the tree and sprinted towards the Princess. He cut her bindings with a simple spell and shook her awake.

Her startlingly blue eyes flickered open, Asher smiled, "Princess Maerwynn D'Argouges," he said, bowing, "I am Wizard Asher Tanglewood, here to rescue you."

He returned the Princess safely to the castle and Dayard Silvergate anounced Asher's achievement in becoming a fully-fledged Sorcerer of Argouges. He was, soon after, wed to the Princess he'd saved.

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