Nature Is Not To Blame

((Dalen Archives))

The wizard walked to him as Lorcan left. "I know I have no right to ask you this but... won't you at least make it quick?" Asked the vampire. Enanth stopped, lowering his wand. "Make what quick, Master Gareth?"

He willed him to the floor but kept him bound in the spell. "For revealing your true nature? The law does not tolerate those afflicted with sangunaire vampiris, true. And often not the fault of the one afflicted. Yet," he continued, guiding the young one to look at him. "Despite the fact you chose to enter a mage domain, despite the fact you could be easily discovered by the proper spells, despite the fact of what you did..."

He saw Gareth wince as he paused. It was here that Enanth released him. He could see the feral side had receded and the young man had control again. He released the spell on him, freeing his body. "...you appear to be more than is seen. Not many have the willpower to retract their lust once brought to the fore. My spell should have only knocked you back yet you stand here calm, not enraged for vitae."

A few mages had heard the scuffle and came to investigate. They turned away when they saw the old man was handling it. Those that did not watched. Enanth could feel the eyes on him and he laid a hand on Gareth's shoulder. He visibly tensed as he did, but Enanth let his soothing voice come forward. He lowered it only for a second. "There are many, young Gareth, who cannot control what they have been forced to become. I sense much good in your heart." He then raised his voice loud enough to hear. "And let that be a lesson to you on how dangerous it is to lose one's focus! Now, come with me!"

With that, he turned swiftly and began walking to his tower room, not even checking to see if he was compliant. Enanth knew he had two choices, to either follow or find a way through inquisitive mages to leave the Archives. He was a reader of situations and was sure Gareth would understand his predicament.