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Hi, the pleasure is mine to meet you lovely readers. This story, Protecting the Dark Wizard, is a dark fantasy that was inspired from a collaborate story with a good friend. I've been wanting to write it for a while. This will be a side piece and might be slow with updates as I'm working on other outside WIPs plus my roleplay stories on here. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Cool! Can't wait to read it!

Prologue


"You requested my presence?" She approached the man that sat at the black desk in the semi lit room. The office was lit up by the little light that came through the vertical blinds behind the desk. Shades of gray gave the office it's gloomy appearance. Nonetheless, she wasn't intimidated by the room, but the man that stared back at her through disapproval eyes.

"Blair, so good of you to come even if it's one day later," he said with a voice laced with sarcasm.

The man had graying, dark brown hair that was styled in a neat, short fashion. He wore a dark blue suit that didn't appear to have any creases. A tie with the logo of a kite shield with a dragon surrounding it in a complete circle sat around his neck. His dark purple eyes were fixed on the woman before him.

Stopping a few inches in front of his desk, she locked her hands behind her back. A customary stand for her, but no other. "Was busy finishing a mission."

"Were you now?" He wore a neutral expression that turned into an annoyed one quickly. "Or were you once again avoiding me just to rub my nerves the wrong way?"

She hasn't lied, but something in her expression must have made him think she had. Blair wondered why it was always this way between them. "You caught me." The corner of her lip rose. "I just couldn't resist getting your blood boiling, Daddy."

The icy glint flashed as he narrowed his eyes at her. "I remember telling you not to call me that.''

She didn't flinch like she used to when she was a girl at the warning in his tone. Instead, she put on the mask of just another employee. "What do you want, Mr. Underwood?"

The twitching of his left eye alerted her to the fact that he was reaching his tolerance level of her insolence. He closed his eyes. "I'm assigning you to another client who-"

"I just came back from a mission. I need to restock. Not to mention, rest," she argued already knowing it was pointless. Interrupting him too was something that had him still labeling her as just an unruly girl, which at the moment, she could care less about.

Fixing her with a pointed look, he leaned back into his leather chair. "This client is paying triple for my best guardman and I simply won't turn him away. You can gather whatever you need from the stock rooms, but you will take this mission on."

"The danger level?"

"A simple guard until destination is reached."

"That's all?" Her eyebrow shot up. "Why is he paying so much for just that?"

"I don't care nor did I ask." He began shifting folders on his desk. "Go get ready."

She curled her right hand fingers into a ball. "Never caring about his daughter's safety, that's the Charles Underwood I've come to love."

He paused to meet her eyes. "Blair, you'll do right and remember that emotions are tools. Anything more makes them pointless."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You sound like the father of the year just now."

His eyes flashed with anger. "Last time, Blair: Get. Out. I'm busy."

Blair glared into his eyes as he glared back into hers. A moment passed as the two battled without words. Energies clashed in the air between them. He narrowed his eyes further, which made Blair tightened her grip. Pulling her energy back, she broke eye contact by abruptly turning, walking toward the door.

Slamming the door behind her, she moved down the hallway. The man known as her father was one that would never change. A cold heart was what many describe him as, but she saw him as nothing more than an empty void. One day, she would be free of his influence.