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December 1

Dakota Laws was regretting his trip to the Magic realm. The weather was perfect - as always, the weather never changes in the realm - but his current company was not pleasant. He had been minding his own business, simply practicing a new spell he had read in the library when he was approached by another warlock - one he had seen in passing a few times but had never interacted with. Until today.

"I don't know why my heritage is any of your concern, Mr. Whittaker." Dakota bites out. One would think that if anyone had anything to say to him about his family, it would be about his father. Dakota is doing his best not to fly off the handle and remain calm, trying not to revert to his old ways but sometimes a person can only take so much before they explode.

"You're a half breed and you shouldn't be here!" The older warlock shouts back. The fellow had been ragging on Dakota about his Mother being human for the last twenty minutes, unbeknownst to the duo- they have an audience.

Dakota can hear his familiar, Poe, caw at the other warlock in anger. The magical bird is feeling what Dakota is feeling. Rage. If it was about his Father, Dakota wouldn't care but when anyone has a bad word to say about his Mom, that's another story. She raised two boys basically by herself. Luna Villareal will always be an angel in his eyes.

"Maybe we should see who really doesn't belong here?" Dakota suggests, he has no doubt he can beat this guy in a duel, despite the age difference.

The two warlocks step closer to the dueling grounds as their captive audience watches, amused and very interested in the outcome.

The warlocks fire shots at each other, each one landing a few blows. It's not long before it becomes obvious who the stronger warlock is but Mr. Whittaker stands his ground until Dakota gives one last push with his powers. By this time, their audience has moved to stand behind Dakota. Unlike the younger warlock, James has dealt with Wiley Whittaker on and off during the years. He's a sore loser. it's not beyond Wiley to not respect the laws of a duel and fire at his opponent after the duel has been decided.

"Hmm, not bad." James compliments Dakota, sounded surprised though he isn't. He's dueled Dakota himself on two occasions. He knew the younger man would best the older man.

Dakota jerks back, not even realizing James was there. That's how focused he had been on proving Mr. Whittaker wrong. He looks at James, wondering if he's about to have to defend himself against not one but two warlocks. He backs up a little, ready for a fight -right as Mr. Whittaker picks himself up off the ground and begins dusting off his suit jacket.

"Looks like you got your arse kicked, Wiley. You should know a strong ancient bloodline beats out human genes any day." James gloats, though it's not his victory to boast.

Dakota pauses at James' words. He shouldn't be shocked that James knows who his father is. He just hadn't considered it before that moment. Maybe that's why James had been trying to get him to become an ally.

"James...why am I not surprised that you're here, trying to suck up to the young whelp so he won't usurp you from your throne of being the realm's royal douchebag?" Wiley growls at James, completely forgetting Dakota. He didn't like the young warlock but James - he despises him all because many years ago he found his fiance in bed with James.

James chuckles so hard he could feel it vibrating his chest. "I think you claimed that crown long before I did. Willie."

Dakota stands there, quietly wondering if he and Poe can silently side step their way out of there and leave the two men to kill each other.

"It's WILEY." that's all that's said before Mr. Whittaker gaves James an actual shove. Before Dakota even has time to blink, James has uttered a spell that has turned his once opponent green.

Dakota finally blinks, drawing a breath - almost frozen to the spot. James is quick. Extremely quick.

An inhumane sound comes from Wiley Whittaker as he's electrocuted but shockingly, to Dakota, is left alive. He feels if he hadn't been there, James would have killed the warlock. Can't have a witness after all.

Moments pass by as Dakota stares at James and James stares down the now crispy warlock, who wisley runs for it, almost launching himself into some roses bushes on the way out. Dakota for his part, doesn't know what to say, so he simply turns to leave. He gets to the bridge before he hears James call to him. He halts, turning to look at James.

"Looks James, I don't....know what all of this was. But if you expect some kind of thank you, not gonna happen." Dakota states. He's highly suspicious of James getting involved in the situation but there also was clear animosity between James and Mr. Whittaker. Maybe it actually had nothing to do with him.

James smirks slightly at Dakota, he knows he's confused the heck out of the young man. Frankly, he enjoyed seeing Wiley get his butt kicked in a duel and enjoyed it even more torturing the man a bit. He had been watching Dakota once he discovered the young warlock was in the realm at the same time as him but he hadn't planned for them to be there the same day. Sometimes, fate or whatever you want to call it steps in. That's what his own Mother had always told him.

"Don't let anyone ever put you down. Always stand up for yourself." James tells Dakota, he isn't even sure why he's saying it but it's flowing out of him for some reason.

"I'm not you, James." Dakota states, crossing his arms and still making sure there's distance between them.

"You can be a good man and not be a doormat for people." He knows it sounds odd coming from his lips, considering the kind of person he is. "You come from an very powerful ancient bloodline, you have a right to be here just like everyone else."

And with that, James disappears in a sparkly fog using a transportalate spell and leaving a stunned Dakota behind.