Stealing Icarus - Chapter 11
Author's Note: The following content has an unspecified narrator until it says so. “Mother?” I say , looking at myself in the mirror, “It’s done. He’s gone.” A chuckle comes from the end of the line, “Good job you little disgrace. Finally did something useful, didn't you?” My voice trembled, and then winced, if Mother had heard the whimper that had escaped my mouth she would never forgive me. Witches and wizards of such a high ranking were supposed to be cold as ice. Not vomiting and shuddering after their first kill. Another magician my age, in the City of Luminance would’ve already been responsible for multiple deaths of these humans. “Cut the call you whimpering fool, before those humans realize,” The woman on the other end whispered harshly. I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me, and pressed the “end call” button with shaky hands. I was ever so grateful of the fact that she couldn’t see me after I fell to the floor, sobbing at the blood that now stained my hands .