Preview of Chapter 5 of ‘A Twist of Fate’
Good news! I am writing again, if a bit slowly. Regardless, I am officially back on my bullshit and I hope you folks will enjoy. Things aren’t done and it’s going to take a while before they are, but it’s chugging along. You may even be in store for 2 new chapters instead of just one. But I’m not going to delve into that too much right now.
‘A Twist of Fate’ can be found here on AO3. If you enjoy silly Warcraft AU’s, sassy mages, and magical towers then you just might enjoy this fanfic.
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Khadgar wasn’t sure when he felt like life in the library felt as natural as breathing. He had slipped into a comfortable routine before realizing it. Tidying, organizing, and helping tower denizens find the books they needed. It reminded him of the work he’d do back in Dalaran, if a bit more enjoyable.
Khadgar had been gradually meeting more of the people who lived there. Barnes was a frequent visitor, a playwright and manager of a theater troupe. He and Medivh were apparently good friends. Khadgar kept his thoughts on the magus to himself. Another was a highelf with long, blue hair, who introduced himself as ‘Netherspite’. If that wasn’t the name of a villain straight out of some of the books housed in the Tower’s library, Khadgar didn’t know what was. Attumen, the tower’s top huntsman, was also a regular, who was looking for ‘books that his horse would enjoy’. Khadgar couldn’t help but ask if he meant his horse could read. But Attumen corrected him, saying that he’d read stories to them.
These were only a few of the visitors to the library Khadgar had met. Most praised his work on the library, something that made a small feeling of pride swell in the boy’s chest. In Dalaran, his services were expected and praise was minimal. It surprised Khadgar just how much he quietly savored every compliment, as if starved.
It had left him wondering about his life back ‘home’, for lack of a better word. Dalaran was Khadgar’s ‘home’ by definition, but at times it barely felt like it. Karazhan’s Tower felt oddly natural, time and days blurring together. Khadgar had only been there for a short time, yet it almost felt like he’d been there for years. Almost like he was being slowly absorbed and melded into its little world.
Khadgar knew his time here was limited. What surprised him was that part of him felt sad about it. He had no reason. He was just as unwanted here as he was in Dalaran. As he worked on reshelving books and organizing, he couldn’t help but think about why he felt that way.
Fear was part of it. He had failed in his mission and he didn’t know what to expect on his return. An orphan like himself didn’t have resources or money. Another part of it had to be the sense of independence he gained during his travels to Stormwind and his short time in the Tower. He wasn’t constantly watched as he was in Dalaran. Nor given tedious assignments or busywork for the faculty. He had this job in the tower, but he was going to be compensated for it instead of being used as free labor.
“My tower could use a spy…”
Bits and pieces of the night before would play in Khadgar’s mind. It almost felt like it was all just a strange dream now. Seeing Medivh’s younger, more kind self, who was a far cry from the poisonous man he was today. Seeing a glimmer of that kindness in that offer, it was tempting, and part of Khadgar regretted turning him down.
“Skunk boy!”
Khadgar jumped at the sudden voice behind him. He dropped the books that he had been shelving. He whipped around to face whoever called him that stupid name and found nothing. His gaze was dragged down when he felt something tugging at his pant leg. There, standing on the stone floor, was a familiar, larger-than-normal raven.
“Skunk. Boy.” it announced, looking awfully proud of themselves.
Khadgar felt his face heat up as he swung out a leg to kick the bird away. However, it was too fast and fluttered off to perch atop one of the bookshelves.
“Get down from there!” Khadgar called out to it, as if it could understand him. “Get out of the library!”
The raven paid no heed to Khadgar’s command. Instead it took notice of a plate of food that sat on a nearby table. Khadgar followed the bird’s gaze to his own lunch and made a mad dash towards it just as the raven took to the air. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the two raced for the food. Khadgar was never the overly athletic type, but years of getting into trouble had given him the chance to master sprinting. Usually for attempts at a quick escape, mostly from an angry teacher. Somehow, some way, he had managed to reach the table in time.
Khadgar whipped around, pointed, and called out: “HA! I beat you--”
The raven couldn’t slow down in time and crashed into Khadgar. The mageling landed on the floor with a cackling, squirming mass of feathers. The stupid bird was actually laughing, as if it were having fun in the chaos it caused. Khadgar was on his side, glaring at the raven as it was lying on its belly, legs stretched out behind itself, its feathery tail wagging.
“Ahh, ha, ha, ha, ha!” The raven warbled out a strange laugh that was almost human sounding except for the strange cadence. “Hullo! Hullo!”
“Uh, h-hi…?” Khadgar said, not fully understanding just why he even bothered answering a bird. There was something about the way it looked at him that felt like it expected an answer. “How did you get in here?”
“Hiiiii~!” The raven said, its voice raised a couple of octaves. “Hiiiiiii~! Up! Up!”
With a bit of effort, Khadgar pushed himself up into a seated position on the floor. He looked upwards, seeing balconies, stairways, and passages above them that led upwards. It was then that he realized that he couldn’t see the ceiling. It all faded away, melting into shadows above.
“You came from up there?” Khadgar asked. He couldn’t help but think of Medivh’s study. “Are you his pet or something…?”
The raven didn’t answer, instead it rewarded Khadgar with a floofing up of its feathers, a small croaking noise, and another tail wag.
“Well, you can’t stay here, I don’t need you messing up things…” Khadgar said as he forced himself to get up. He then did a double take when he realized the raven had moved.
Khadgar stared at the empty space for a short moment before turning to look at the table. There, standing by his lunch, tail wagging like a puppy, was the raven. It didn’t attack his food, thankfully, but the look it gave him was very clear.
“Gwuah!” the bird noised. It was eyeing one of the pieces of fruit in Khadgar’s lunch.
Khadgar figured he should have been a little thankful that the raven hadn’t moved in to ravage his food. He gave a small sigh before picking up a piece of fruit, tearing off a small bit of it, and tossed it into the distance. “Okay, have at it then…”
The raven darted to the edge of the table, hopped down, and bolted for the piece of fruit on foot.
“Wha…?” Khadgar’s jaw fell slack as he watched. “AT LEAST FLY, YOU ASSHOLE!”
And that was the beginning of a rather odd relationship.
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