Hey guys, sorry about that short break, although I guess you didn’t notice it, because you’re reading, not here with us. Funny.
Well, anyway, Kaolin was writing, and Lymlock, like he’s been for most of the day when he wasn’t writing, was off sitting in the corner, angry at himself and us. Especially us.
I was sitting right behind Kaolin, watching him write, when suddenly somebody grabs me around the neck and yanks me upright.
Of course, it was Lymlock. I couldn’t say anything, because he was nearly strangling me.
Gasping for air, I heard him hiss, “Let me go, traitor. Or I’ll kill her.”
Kaolin spun around, jumping to his feet. He looked at me uncertainly, then at Lymlock.
“Don’t try a spell, unless it’s to unlock the door,” Lymlock warned him.
He stood there, unsure of what to do. I understood why, of course, but I was going to die.
I grabbed for my knife at my belt. Even though this had nothing to do with a spell, it was still a knife, and it would still help me escape.
I found an empty belt, no sheath, no knife, and I cursed my earlier self for leaving it in my room. I had no weapon.
Lymlock increased the pressure around my throat.
“Do it!” he demanded, but I barely heard him at that point.
Suddenly, out of options, I jerked my head forward as hard as I could, then yanked myself out of his grasp.
He glared at me resentfully. I shrugged in response, acting like it was no big deal.
“If you try anything like that again, Malin,” Kaolin said coldly, emphasizing the first name he knew Lymlock hated, “I will kill you. I don’t care what the king and queen say.”
“And then you’ll be ‘banished’ too.”
“He can claim self-defense,” I said calmly. “And trust me, you won’t be missed. At all.”
“Fine,” he growled, still glaring at me.
Right now Kaolin is watching him, but I should probably let him write now. Or Lymlock.