Blue Flag 2020

CHARLES NOYES The Wizard’s Apprentice

Jamie crept through the quiet tunnel. They held their sword at arm’s length, occasionally glancing at it, as if nervous that it would bite them. It was chock full of magic, so that wasn’t out of the question. Master Roghart walked a few paces ahead, nonchalantly taking in the intricate carvings on the wall, occasionally stopping to explain the significance to Jamie.

“Aha, well you see my child, this one’s telling us to turn back, says there’s certain doom ahead. But here’s the kicker, they’ve actually miscarved one of the runes, it actually says there’s certain pie crusts ahead! Isn’t that humorous?” Master Roghart turned to Jamie, as if expecting an answer.

“Very humorous sir.” said Jamie politely. A frown came over their face. “Sir, if you don’t me asking-”

“Ask away, child.”

“Thank you sir. Well, if you don’t mind me asking, what does it mean by certain doom?”

“Oh that.” Master Roghart waved his hand dismissively.

“Traps and such, I expect. Nothing to worry about, really.”

“Oh.” said Jamie, not particularly reassured. “That’s fine then. Right?”

“Oh yes, perfectly fine. I wouldn’t let a thing happen to you, la- child. Now, we mustn’t dwell, got to make good time on this.”

Jamie and Master Roghart continued to trudge along the roughhewn tunnels of this forgotten place. It was damp and cold, and there was a constant dripping of water somewhere just out of sight. It set Jamie quite on edge, but Master Roghart continued along defiantly. Jamie sighed. The man was apparently a power118