I felt a chill go down my spine. Even though I was a burly carpenter, I was scared of things, a lot of things. Rats, ghosts and cockroaches, to name a few. I laughed to myself. Who is the right mind would mess with Vittorio De Sica! I laughed to myself again.
Then I realised, there were markings on my right arm.
Demon markings.
I freaked out and ran out of the carpentry shed.
Then I stopped cold in my tracks, unable to move. I screamed in my mind but my mouth did not move. I was possessed by a demon.
Then my mouth started moving again, talking to me! My body was talking to my mind!
"Do not worry. I am in need of a vessel to combat Da Vinci and his evil forces. I uncovered his evil intentions by posing as his assistant. Communicate to me using your mind, I can read your thoughts."
I thought.
For how long?
He said," For as long as I require."
I sighed in my thoughts.
This was going to be a long, long chapter in my life.
"Of course those daily nescessities I shall let you handle. Also, I see that you are a carpenter? I require your tools, for I need to conjure up creations to combat Da Vinci's. I shall personally take you as an apprentice to teach you how to craft them, as well as the appropriate spells to transport them."
I was taken a back. Learning how to build those legendary Da Vinci war machines and being taught spells? Too good to be true.
"Still doubting me?"
Drats, I forgot he could read my thoughts.
"Well, no matter. We have work to do."
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The Assistant
Historical FictionWhat happens when the story of Leonardo Da Vinci is taken up a notch and thrown into a world of magic. This is the story of Da Vinci's assistant.