Fall Silently

A fantasy story by Itsasu Deauxnim

Previous Entry Share Next Entry
Chapter 9

Andrej worked with William Masterey for the time being, studying the art of tinkering and the new alphabet, while in return, helping Masterey in his work. The pure scientific pursuit of the tinker was amazing to Andrej, because it worked on such a different philosophy to other studies like magic.

“You mean,” Andrej once asked, “that this study does not strive to manipulate reality?”

“No!” Masterey answered. “By gods, no. In fact, the opposite! We strive to follow the current reality.”

“What do you mean?”

“We study the laws of the natural world and build according to those walls. We don’t alter the natural balance of the world. In fact, we just follow it. If you’ve dabbled in magic like you said, you won’t understand this easily. Mages and tinkers think in such different ways.”

“For… example?”

“When you need a heavy object lifted to a tall building, mages think of rewriting reality by making the object float up instead of down.”


“But tinkers make use of the fact that things go down by making pulleys!”

“A pulley? I see! So you make use of the fact that it’s easier to pull down than push up.”


“That’s an interesting way to think about it. Instead of thinking about sigils, you think of machines.”

“I guess you can put it that way.”

With this new philosophy that forced him to think not against nature but with it, Andrej worked in Masterey’s tinkershop for food and inn money and studies. He’s a smart person, Masterey thought, and he can adapt fast to this foreign philosophy.

He just wished the boy was stronger, physically but you do with what you have. At the very least he is thankful that he is able to learn so quickly and willingly, though he is not without suspicion.

The boy professed interest in the machinations of a musket. William denied the knowledge at the current moment, claiming its machinations to be too complex for an apprentice of the craft. That part is half-true, though another was a matter of trust.

The fact that the boy knew how to read the runic language from the beginning alarmed William. Most of the time, only nobility and royalty are able to read that well. Even Masterey learned to read runic only through hearsay and inference, and it was nowhere near perfect even now. But this boy read it so fluently and without flaw that he sometimes had to teach Masterey certain runes.

But that would not bother him as much if he did not know magic.

Magic, to the tinker, is a perversion. It is a childish art to his kind. The warlock does not desire to follow the laws imposed to them by The Great Builder, yet instead choose to fabricate their own temporary reality to meet their ends. Horrifying accidents have happened to those who were arrogant enough to shape their own laws, eldritch and dead things.

So no, he said to Andrej, for he does not know where the boy’s loyalty lies in the current war. Never trust a warlock, anyway. He will only teach him common engineering things, those the upper class would have no idea about. He needed the help anyway.

Though he did not want to admit it, he hopes to bring the boy from the dark side of magic to the noble builder’s cause.


Andrej said goodbye to William for that day and went across the street, back to his hotel room. He paid the innkeeper, which he now knew as Linda, and walked back to his room.

Andrej lay on his bed and felt it hard to sleep—these new thoughts stirred in his mind. The machines, the new written language, the philosophy of the tinkers.

And yes, especially that philosophy, that seems most important to him to think about. He had so many questions on the matters. He forced himself asleep so he could be up quick to fulfill his thirst for knowledge.


That night, a knight with a devil’s helm broke open the door to Masterey’s workshop and pierced the tinker's skull with a halberd before he had a chance to reach for his gun.

  • 1
Login to see sexy locals Go Here dld.bz/chwZP

  • 1

Log in

No account? Create an account