[The slight rub of his hand on the bottle was all it took. Will's face suddenly broke into a smile as he straightened his back and repeated the words he normally hated to say]
Master mine, they will is thine. Tell me your wishes three.
[It made his sick to his stomach to suddenly have his own will work against him. Years had made Cyrus more comfortable saying these words, or maybe he was just better at faking it, but Will only had two 'masters' and both ended horribly.
He was going to do his best not to let that happen again.
At Maglor's words the smile returned as Will felt himself grant the wish]
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Master mine, they will is thine. Tell me your wishes three.
[It made his sick to his stomach to suddenly have his own will work against him. Years had made Cyrus more comfortable saying these words, or maybe he was just better at faking it, but Will only had two 'masters' and both ended horribly.
He was going to do his best not to let that happen again.
At Maglor's words the smile returned as Will felt himself grant the wish]
Granted.