So I once made a funny shit post about the Young Wizard actually beaming to the Spiral at the tender age of 45 but it got me thinking of the opposite. What if the Wizard was incredibly young
Since in the game it isn't specified at what exact age we arrived in the Spiral I think it's just up to the player to come up with that part. I personally like to think The Wizard was around 7 or 8 when this happened but what if they were actually like four or five years old
Like shieeeet that's young enough where we wouldn't really remember our time on Earth very clearly right? Our family and maybe our friends but unless we had like ungodly memory powers, we wouldn't be able to remember all of the details of our original home. Like isn't it proven that human beings first gain self and special awareness at 3 or 4? Something like that
And this can open up for some sweet scenarios - little kid Wizard running up to Malorn with a scribbled drawing of him with a big smile on his face, or us and Ceren reading picture books together or clinging onto Nolan's robes as we attempt to stand on his feet as he walks like a penguin, but there's also this sad and messed up undertone that in this universe Ambrose took what was essentially a child just out of toddler stage and decided to keep them in the Spiral instead of returning them to their family
And like imagine how that would affect us. We would see it as normal at first because we grew up in the Spiral, we spent more years in the wizard world than in our home on Earth, but what if the Wizard gained awareness later on in life and actually realized what happened. Would they even care at that point because the Spiral was integrated in them at such a young age? Would they feel any yearning towards their original family, would they miss them at all? Would the Wizard be bitter about not getting to know them?
It's different when you're 7 - 10 and onwards because at that stage in your life you've more than gotten used to Earth life. You've gained awareness and it has been emotionally and mentally established that THIS (Earth) is your home. You know your parents and you know your friends and you know your environment. You will miss that when it's gone and feel it's absence because you're old enough to at least notice when you're taken away from it. But when you're still at that impressionable and oblivious stage of like 4 - 6 years old? The Spiral is all you know now. Your parents faces will be blurry, you may not even remember the details of what your home looked like. You may remember certain smells, colors or feelings you experienced when you were on Earth but that may be about it. And the saddest part about that is depending on what Ambrose and the other adults put our Wizard through, we may grow to completely forget even those essential memories. That Earth part of us would TOTALLY be gone and that would include even our parents (or other caretakers). I'm crying actually
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well, that's it. that's all this bitch wrote for that one. hope y'all liked it. i'm going to probably take a break from writing before i start up the cora mafia au. i have a lot of shit i gotta do and i might dye my hair too. idk if i wanna do blue like it has been for the better part of four years or red like it was for like three years in college smh.
aaanyway, thank you all for all your kind words n shit. i eat that shit UP. and hopefully y'all will stick around for whats to come. after all, i think i'll probably do the killer rock band au after the mafia one lmfao
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unexpected skill i have to develop for hathm: drawing suits and thinking about the logistics of how they are cut and drape over the form
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divine beings in dórverold | the raven
in this small village, there is a local myth that mothers tell their children to discourage them from sneaking out at night. they speak of a creature that lives in the wood -- a creature which gave the forest its name. the ravenwood.
the creature itself is something unnatural to this world, perhaps the result of misused magic or a mischievous spirit. while a king's blood is pure and strong, it seems unlikely that a raven could grow to be something so monstrous from devouring such a heart. this creature is said to be half bird, half human. it is said to be grotesquely large, towering over even the tallest men with its awkwardly long limbs and giant wings. would the gods have created a being so unsuited to live among its children? no. only mortals or fiends could be responsible.
despite its appearance, the villagers say this creature is fair, that it holds great power within its birdlike talons, yet it exercises that power only if asked or provoked. a man once sought it out to kill it and take its power, and the creature devoured him whole in front of the village; the same creature, however, is said to have helped an ill child survive its sickness in exchange for a mere bushel of herbs. it is a wonder that kindness has found its way into the creature's myth when often these stories are meant to be cautionary tales.
my curiosity has gotten the better of me as well as my desperation. should the creature be nothing but a monster of the old world, forgotten and hungry, then i will at least meet my death standing upon my own feet. should the creature be as fair as the villagers say, then there is hope for my condition. either result is better than this being a wasted trip. i have so little time left.
" must you snoop through my things? "
bronwyn sets down the leather-bound journal, a smirk upon ruby lips. " you know how bored i get, ambrose. it's your fault for taking so long. " the man rolls his eyes.
" i do apologize for being busy. it is only a kingdom that i am running, and i suppose protecting our borders is not so pressing. "
her smirk grows into a grin, and bronwyn settles down in the cushioned chair sat before ambrose's desk. she rests her elbow on the armrest, her cheek upon her palm. " ruling suits you. no one can hit a king for being snarky. "
" they could, but they might regret it. "
there's a beat of silence as bronwyn plucks a picture frame from the king's desk. there is a sketched portrait of his children -- a little girl and a boy a few years older. ambrose certainly has not wasted the extra time given to him.
" you are here to finally collect payment, i presume? "
he cannot see the raven's expression over the back of the chair. " correct. "
" and have you decided what you want? "
" yes. "
he nearly rolls his eyes at her. she hasn't changed. " and what is it you want? "
bronwyn peers around the chair's back, dark eyes glinting, and despite all his bravado, ambrose's skin crawls for a moment. she hasn't changed, nor has the unsettling feeling she so easily instills. he remembers the way his voice caught in his throat, the way his hands trembled, the shiver that ran down his spine when he first met bronwyn. he truly thought himself a dead man standing, waiting. maybe he was. maybe he is.
but, of course, bronwyn surprises him just as she did all that time ago with a smile that makes him feel less like a king and more like a mouse.
" i want your army. "
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