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Magician: Apprentice -
Raymond E. Feist
Part One of a Two Part Story

1 - Storm



The storm hadbroken.



Pug danced along the edge of the rocks, his feet finding scant purchase as he made his way among the
tide pools. His dark eyes darted about as he peered into each pool under the cliff face, seeking the spiny
creatures driven into the shallows by the recently passed storm. His boyish muscles bunched under his
light shirt as he shifted the sack of sandcrawlers, rockclaws, and crabs plucked from this water garden.



The afternoon sun sent sparkles through the sea spray swirling around him, as the west wind blew his
sunstreaked brown hair about. Pug set his sack down, checked to make sure it was securely tied, then
squatted on a clear patch of sand. The sack was not quite full, but Pug relished the extra hour or so that
he could relax. Megar the cook wouldn't trouble him about the time as long as the sack was almost full.
Resting with his back against a large rock, Pug was soon dozing in the sun's warmth.



A cool wet spray woke him hours later. He opened his eyes with a start, knowing he had stayed
much too long. Westward, over the sea, dark thunderheads were forming above the black outline of the
Six Sisters, the small islands on the horizon. The roiling, surging clouds, with rain trailing below like some
sooty veil, heralded another of the sudden storms common to this part of the coast in early summer. To
the south, the high bluffs of Sailor's Grief reared up against the sky, as waves crashed against the base of
that rocky pinnacle. Whitecaps started to form behind the breakers, a sure sign the storm would quickly
strike. Pug knew he was in danger, for the storms of summer could drown anyone on the beaches, or if
severe enough, on the low ground beyond.



He picked up his sack and started north, toward the castle. As he moved among the pools, he felt the
coolness in the wind turn to a deeper, wetter cold. The day began to be broken by a patchwork of
shadows as the first clouds passed before the sun, bright colors fading to shades of grey. Out to sea,
lightning flashed against the blackness of the clouds, and the distant boom of thunder rode over the noise
of the waves.
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