Short Story: The Young Master’s Recovery

Follows after The Search for The Young Master. Read that first.


~The Young Master’s Recovery~

The young master writhed in bed as his body alternated uncontrollably between hot flushes and stabbing chills, the lingering reminder of his unfortunate adventure that almost became his last one.

They had already done everything they could for the young master. All that was left was to stroke his clammy skin and murmur reassurances as he sobbed his promises to never repeat the same dangerous mistake again.

With the resilience of a young, healthy body, the young master eventually recovered his energetic self. Youthful laughter and noisy activities filled the manor.

Until it didn’t, when the young master broke his fevered promises and disappeared.

Still shaken by the last close call, they lost no time searching for him. Once again, they raised their voices as all the staff spread out across the manor and its surrounding land.

“Young master! Young master!”



Genre: general

Short Story: An Unexpected Side

Have You Ever Wondered | This Girl | A Pioneer’s Life | A Friend In Need | A Change of Pace | An Unexpected Side | A Question of Leisure | Promised View

Genre: fantasy
Features characters from my previous stories. You’ll want to read them first.

With meticulous precision, she measured each component into the bowl. The only sound she made was the gentle tapping of her spoon against the bowl.

This girl, whom had popped in and out of his life the past couple of years to pour questions on him like a heavy downpour, was unexpectedly calm in her own home.

“I’m the oldest. I have a reputation to keep,” she said when he pointed it out.

“Is that so?” Ideas stirred in his mind.

“I know what you’re thinking. Don’t bother. Everyone already knows,” she said with a calm dignity that was nothing like the mischievous girl he was familiar with.

She grinned, and the mischievous girl was back. “Don’t worry. Most people meet my calm side first, so you’re still special.”

She set the mixing spoon down. He sat up to receive the bowl and tried not to make a face. Even here, medicine tasted terrible.

“Last dose tomorrow, then we’re done,” she said as she packed the bottles into a box.

“Looking forward to it.” He handed her the empty bowl in exchange for some water to wash the taste away.

Drowsiness hit right after he laid back down on the bed, another trait that was shared with medicine back in his home city. Gentle hands pulled the blanket over him as he sank into sleep.

“Get better soon, mister.”