TITLE: DEMAS' FIRST TASK: THE PROPHECY OF ROB
GENRE: YA FANTASY
EMOTION: PROVING WORTHY OF A SECRET
Demas, Will, Eyre, and Turne go to the circus to pry a secret from the Ringmaster.
“Hello,” Turne said, snapping to get the Ringmaster’s attention.
Ringmaster stopped his conversation with the green-painted drummer, and craned his neck to the side. He looked at Turne, Will, Demas, and Eyre through the corner of his eye.
“Get out of here, you filthy spies,” he said.
“I’m not after your carny secrets,” Turne said. “I’m after another type of secret.”
Ringmaster threw back his shoulders and tilted his chin. He still didn’t face them. “Secrets are only as good as those who keep them.”
“Never said a truer word," said Turne.
Circus people watched with interest; noises died down.
“Too many people are after secrets and treasures that are meant to stay secret and treasured.” Ringmaster looked at the tent while he spoke.
“I shall treasure this secret forever,” Turne said, stepping closer.
Ringermaster glanced at them sidelong. He checked them out, up and down. His eyes snapped back towards the wall. “What type of necklace does the Old One wear?”
Demas took out the key from under his tunic, displaying it on his palm.
“Many Keypers come,” Turne said, “and many Keypers go—”
“I only trust what they can show,” Ringmaster finished.
“Are you the son’s son of a prophet?” Turne asked.
“I claim that lineage,” Ringmaster said. “But it is your lineage that is on the line.”
“Would you trust us if we tamed your wildest beast, out shot your skilled marksman, and copy-catted the ancient symbol of passage?” Turne grinned.