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My, my, I've had such a busy week! Some of this chapter was written on my phone whilst getting my Maid of Honour hair done! I have been away for the last three days at my best friend's wedding. So this is a shorter chapter than usual, but I'm going to put out the next one over the weekend. If anyone fancies seeing pics of me at the most Gothy wedding, check out my social media! Also, I am writing an original story about Mages, Merlin and friends which is accessible through my socials, just follow links in the bios!
Sev is eight years old. Tobias is passed out in the bedroom, snoring again and Sev is being Very Quiet. Not since the magic became stranger and the kind-eyed teacher started asking questions.
Sev is reading a book about Merlin like Mother told him to and admiring the picture of Morgan le Fey, who is wearing long robes that flow with her hair and has green eyes like Lily. Sev is hungry. The fridge is warm and only contains cans of beer and a lump of cheese, going mouldy. Sev opens the cupboard and finds a lone can of baked beans which he opens, very carefully, and rummages for a clean fork in the sink.
Mother just … keeps going. Gets thinner. Sev thinks that sometimes, she seems to survive on air and magic alone. After a few cold bites of beans, he decides to take the rest down to her. He hesitates at the top of the basement steps, tries to swallow down the crawling, creeping fear he feels whenever he enters it. The one Tobias hates. He has a nightmare about tumbling these stairs and cracking open his head, blood spilling out over the cold stone.
In the nightmare, Mother does nothing, just looks at the blood with something like joy. On good days, she brews. On bad days, she reads and writes for hours without sleep and on very bad days, she stares into space, muttering at nothing.
Sev is not sure what today is. She is sitting in the middle of the stone floor, legs crossed and her books spread out around her. Oddly, she holds a box of salt in her hand. Sometimes, she does not like to be asked. Sev admires them enviously. He quickly recites the facts he has learned.
He had a best friend, Morgan le Fey, who helped him. Just like I have Lily, Sev thinks. He clenches his fists and imagines the mindscape she has taught him, finds the deep lake and imagines Lily sinking down inside of it. Mind magic is hard and hurts sometimes, but she is always diligent. Always listening and reading thoughts from his mind and sometimes, Sev wants to keep things from her. Just sometimes. So he practises. Now, of Merlin. Sev swallows hard. He knows what she is looking for.
Sev feels the warmth of her coal-black eyes, flecked with green. When she smiles at him, the world is perfect again. He can almost forget his fears. We need a Mage again, little Prince. What do Princes do, Sev? Not good for him anyway. He swallows hard. He can feel the bones in her fingers. He wishes she would eat the beans. It seems too grand a story for Sev from Cokeworth, who had half a tin of old cold beans for breakfast.
Sev is scared and he wishes he could stop the burning feeling in his belly, but then he thinks about Tobias lying asleep upstairs. Anything, he thinks, is better than being a Snape. Severus stares at the two boys in front of him, feeling sickness and bile creeping up his throat. Soul Bonds. Fidelity bond. It is all far, far too much for a rational conversation.
The boys look astonished by his reasonable response and nod, Harrison in relief and Theodore warily. Lupin is glaring at him as if he thinks Severus is giving an unreasonable reprieve. Made of my blood. Made of my tears. Harrison looks back at the lily necklace which still sits within the cage. Clearly, it has some of his magic in it, because the cage has remained. Severus has no earthly idea how to retrieve it, but Harrison just turns to Theodore. He holds up his still shaking hands.
Severus feels a twinge of anxiety. If he cannot hold a wand, how will he complete his fifth year? Hogwarts, like most of the other Western magical schools, does not permit wandless magic on account of the danger to the caster. Will I have to send him to Mahoutokoro? Severus does not want to begin to contemplate the insanity of trying to explain to the Dark Lord why his favourite chew toy of a teenager has suddenly relocated to Japan. A Mage. My son could be a Mage. Severus slams the door on that thought.
Theodore raises his eyebrows but lifts his wand, pointing it at the cage. Thank Circe for that. He feels so cold without his blood, the floor underneath him making him shiver. Lupin stares at him, eyes wide. He would do if they were not the only thing he has left of her. He walks back around the circle, his skin feeling like it is prickling and burning just to be near it and climbs the stairs.
As he does, he draws on the Prince magic, weaving shadows between the links as he moves his wand and utters the spell. He and Harrison are sitting on the sofa. Harrison has his head leaned back, bright eyes closed wearily. The elf is in the kitchen and Severus can smell golden syrup.
Treacle tart, a-fucking-gain. And there is only one person corrupt enough to help Ana get to its core: Ramson Quicktongue. A cunning crime lord of the Cyrilian underworld, Ramson has sinister plans — though he might have met his match in Ana.
Because in this story, the princess might be the most dangerous player of all. Your email address will not be published. Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Skip to content. He was tall but not too much, slender, and with curly raven hair.
A trait he had with his father, though Rhaegar had silver-gold and longer hair. And it was my sister's wish. That I raised him and loved him as my own," Stark retorted. The plan is his," with these words, Stark turned away, returning back the same way from which they came, while Arthur turned his attention back to the boy to observe him.
Indeed, he was ready for war, and that could be seen by the armour he wore, though it was not very worthy of a prince.
Taking a deep breath, and feeling his heart pounding in his chest, Arthur climbed down the stairs and headed toward the group of young men where the prince, and clearing his throat to draw their attention, he asked, "Are you Jon Snow? And the boy, who up to that point was smiling, became serious, nodding, swallowing, "Yes, Ser.
How can I help you? Of course, how could he not notice the look and eyes of his sister in him. I'm here for Jon," Arthur replied, without hiding, nodding toward the boy, and the two brothers exchanged a look of confusion for a moment, but before they could continue, Eddard Stark interrupted them, "Jon, Robb.
It's time to leave. In that brief moment, before he followed the group, Arthur saw his sister standing on the wooden terrace, cradled in furs and smiling towards him. He returned the smile, wanting so much to run up the stairs and hug her, but his duty as Dragon Guard required him to follow the boy and make sure he did not fall in battle. The battle raged on the field chosen by Stark, who, despite the advantage of the ground, were struggling to hold the lines, mainly because the enemy was outnumbering them, but also because of the ambush that had slowed them down on the road.
He, on the other hand, one another side of the field, hidden from the enemy and waiting for the right moment to attack the enemy's rear with the young Prince who was in command of this cavalry group, while the other was with his nephew Robb, who was on the opposite side. You're my emperor, Arthur wanted to say, but refrained his tongue from that, instead, he gave another answer, which was certainly not far from the truth, "You're not, but my sister raised you as her own anyway.
And I am grateful for that, but that does not answer the question of why a soldier of the empire would risk his life for me, knowing that his future emperor will need him more. Bolton is sending men to outflank Lord Stark," one of the knights, Jory Cassel if he wasn't mistaken, said, interrupting. Looking to his left and right, to make sure the men were in line, with thunders echoing through the sky, and surely covering their charge, he chuckled, adding, in a loud voice, "The Old Gods are with us men.
Let us not fail them. The horses reared up and charged toward the enemy's rear, in a wedge formation, with Jon Snow and his wolf at the head of the point, and Arthur immediately beside him, wielding Dawn. The enemy could do nothing against the charge of the Stark cavalry, who started to slaughter their enemies, but in this fray, Arthur did not lose sight of the prince, who was fighting like a dragon in the field and the enemy was falling under the blows of his sword.
He also glanced at his nephew Robb, to make sure that he was not in danger or in struggle, seeing that he has engaged the other side of the enemy after having made carnage of the Bolton archers, and the reserves.
But when he brought his attention back to Jon, Arthur saw him start to make his way through the enemies towards the commanders, and so he himself urged his horse to follow, cutting and piercing the enemies left and right, with the Dragon Guard following him.
Ramsey Bolton, the bastard of the Dreadfort was standing on a field with his band and his father, smirking, his visor raised, as Jon rode toward him with Ghost at his side, ready to kill him and avenge the affront done to his little brother Brandon. Bolton gave the order for the few men he has to form a shield wall with their spears out, and Jon immediately stopped the horse, which reared up, before being brought down by their blades, and by the hounds who started to rip the horse.
Jon fell to the ground, but after a flip he got back up and began to fight his enemies, breaking their formation. He stabbed one of the men, in the throat, while Ghost engaged one of the hounds who attacked him, ripping him to shreds. But this distraction of his caused for an enemy to wound him at the arm and immediately be hit in the armour by another one with a hammer that made him fly a few steps away and lose his sword.
Jon rolled on the ground a bit, holding his body, and coughing, but seeing in time the bastard's group charged at him, thinking that his end has come. However, when everything seemed lost, Arthur Dayne came to his rescue, knocking the enemy with his horse, before knocking them down again by throwing himself over them and began to cut them down one by one with his sword as if they were made of butter.
Getting up, and regaining his focus, Jon looked for his sword, and grabbing it from the ground, he charged on foot towards Ramsey Bolton, who was now left alone, or almost. Besides him, there were two more hounds, and he still had bow and arrows in his hand to attack him.
Avoiding one of the arrows, Jon picked up a Bolton shield from the ground, and taking deep breath, Jon pointed his sword at Bolton as if in defiance and charged at him protecting himself with the shield. Bolton, letting the two hounds go, nocked an arrow, and shot at Jon, who managed to parry in time with the shield, and at the same time, take down the two beasts with his sword, before charging at Ramsey Bolton, who in the meantime, abandoned his bow and unsheathed his sword and pick up an axe.
After the first contact, Bolton said, grinning, "I've been wanting to meet you for a long time, Jon Snow, though if I can be honest, I hoped I would have killed another one of your brothers before that. Jon released a howl of rage, charging toward his enemy, and attacking him with a combination of sword and shield, causing him to flinch, but never losing the smirk on his lips.
Jon tried to find an opening for his sword in his defence, but the damned Bolton defended himself too well, and even after dodging on of his attacks, Jon did not manage to knock him, and Ramsey tried to throw an axe slash at him with a twist that Jon managed to parry with his shield in time. With one knee up and one on the ground, Jon took a defensive stance waiting for the enemy's move, who blinded by rage, charged at him like a raging bull, and taking advantage of this rage, Jon dodged the enemy with a flip and wounded Bolton behind at the joints where the armour did not cover it.
Breathing heavily, Jon turned his gaze towards the battlefield, seeing his father emerge victoriously and Robb riding towards him, while next to him, came Arthur Dayne and a few members of the Dragon Guard, tired and with bloody blades. Meanwhile, Robb joined him as well, and from atop his horse, he asked, "Jon, are you all right? We must gather our forces and march on Dreadfort at once. There is no time to waste, or rest. Taking the old Bolton fortress was not difficult having hardly any men to protect it and his Lord was dragged out by the Starks and brought before the Lord of Winterfell.
You are accused of treason and rebellion against your rightful Lord. You will be taken to Winterfell in chains and face the King's justice," Eddard Stark said bluntly before Bolton was taken away, and the men cheered for the victory.
Then Arthur approaching, Stark said in a low voice, and making sure that no one else could hear, "When we return to Winterfell you will tell the boy the truth, or you will end up like Bolton. With those words, Arthur headed back to his fellow companies, to return back to Winterfell. He wasted already too much time in this useless war.
After having honoured the fallen ones in this war, and once the celebration for the victory, ended, the moment of truth had come, and in the study of the Lord of Winterfell, Jon was summoned, but not alone. The Stark children were with them, a condition demanded by Lord Stark. And now they were waiting for Jon's reaction to the revelation as he sat in a very tensed position, clenching his fists and, looking down. Jon will stay here with us," Arya screamed, leaving the room, running.
Wild temper the little girl had, similar to her aunt for sure, at least according to Rhaegar, and even a bit from her mother she had. When Ashara tried to get up, it was Jon who stopped her, saying, "I'll go after her, mother," getting up, and leaving the room as well, without a clear answer or even looking his way, while Arthur glanced at his other nephews.
Little Rickon had a confused expression on his face, not understanding what was going on as he stood in his mother's arms, and Arthur knew it was normal considering his very young age, while Robb opened and closed his mouth a few times without getting the words out, looking between him and his father.
She was angry The wind rose up for a moment, caressing her skin, and flicking away the lace that was holding her hair together, letting them wave in the air. Who my father was. The world he came from. His life. Maybe I'll come back someday, or maybe you'll come visit me. She didn't answer, looking down, but she felt his hand settle under her chin and lift it up for him to gaze into her eyes that resembled his, and pushing some strands of hair from her face, he said with a smile, "I'll return, little sister.
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