Fluffy pancakes and dark magic

Independent, private and selective Claudia from The Dragon Prince. Contains untagged spoilers, portrayal is canon and headcanon-based.

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“Aye, my mentor,” the sparkly creature began, “the most renowned of the Startouch elves, the archmage Aaravos. I accompanied him to Elarion, a human territory plagued by dragons that made no effort to hide their distaste. They asked our kind for help, and at the time, it seemed the majority were selfish, refusing to aid the humans. I came to realize too late that they may have had the right of it.“

She paused to let out a sigh, heavy for her small form. "Despite it all, he believed the humans had potential, and sought to teach them magic. He was my mentor at the time, and I had faith in him, so I attempted to help… But the magic they learned was not that of the primal sources, and I paid for their discovery with my freedom.”

“This was hundreds of years ago… or is it thousands now? I have long since lost my sense of time.” If she’d simply existed the entire time, it would have been easier to keep track. But taking into consideration lengthy rebirth cycles, and the lonely waits between each master, it was impossible to know.

She went silent for a bit then, allowing Claudia to think on what she’d said. Perhaps she’d over-answered slightly, but if this mage really was so curious about it all, she’d explain it sooner or later regardless. She hummed thoughtfully at the question of libraries. “Not many, and not for a long time. Seldom few of my masters possessed such an interest in books.”

Claudia arched an eyebrow as Titania spoke of an elf she’d never heard about, her expression becoming slightly more disbelieving as she mentioned coming to the aid of humans and outright frowning at the declaration that they may have been right. And yet, what else could she expect from an elf? 

From an elf that had been chained to an amulet, however. Claudia looked away for a moment, then focused again on her research. She couldn’t imagine spending hundreds of years, or even thousands, like that. She didn’t want to imagine it either. 

“Is there a way to free you?” She asked at last, softly. It wouldn’t be a decision to be undertaken lightly, not with her power and not with the state of the border, and nothing changed the fact that Titania was an elf. An elf with a grudge against dark mages, and a possible threat to all Claudia held dear, but there may be a way to free her while minimizing the danger. Or there might not, and then Claudia would at least have something to hold over Titania. She wasn’t sure about how she felt about that prospect. 

However, at least now Claudia had something to start from, so she moved her research to Elarion and related topics, swapping some books for others and humming to herself. 

“Did Aaravos invent Dark magic, then?” She asked, not long afterwards. “Or did he learn it from someone else?” Where there records, perhaps lost to humanity? “Did he create some kind of academy?”

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the walking dead taken from the tv show. 

don’t talk. think. it’s a good rule of thumb for life.

growing up is getting used to the world.

you don’t get to do that. to… to come into somebody’s life, make them care, and then just check out.   

you gotta do what’s right, baby. you promise me, you’ll always do what’s right. it’s so easy to do the wrong thing in this world.

did you talk back to (name)?

you can’t talk back to people like that. 

listen to me. okay, just listen to my voice.  

we survive this by pulling together, not apart.

you are gonna beat this world. i know you will.

(name), go inside. now, please.

you were unconscious yesterday. 

you are smart, and you are strong, and you are so brave, and i love you.

just rest. just one more day.

that kind of honesty is rare and brave.

you’re so good. you’re my sweet boy.

thank you. i heard him laughing in there. almost forgot what that sounded like.

you do it for him. that boy’s been through too much.

no more kid stuff.

every day he woke up and told himself, “rest in peace. now get up and go to war.”

this group is broken.

i wish you could have the childhood i had, but that’s not gonna happen. 

that’s what it is now, right? home?

if we do this, the people that we were, the world that we knew, is dead.

i don’t need you to protect me anymore. i can take care of myself.

it’s still safe with me.

i want to show you the new world, (name). i want to make it a reality for you.

but keeping our humanity? that’s a choice. 

now, if you’ll excuse me, i’m just gonna sleep some more. 

but today… i saw what they could do, what we could do, if we work together. 

your secret’s safe with me.   

i had this feeling. it took me a while to remember what it was.

we do what we need to do. and then we get to live.

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Once the girl had finally given her name, there was a single flick of the butterfly’s wings, the small creature’s attempt at imitating a nod. Satisfied with the answer, she took off again, fluttering up to rest upon the mage’s shoulder, where she would be away from the heavy books, and would be able to see everything Claudia could.

“I see…” was her only response at first, contemplating her words. Very few people had taken so much time so consider what they really wanted from her, and she had to admit, it was refreshing.“But I must admit, I fear you will find little to nothing about me in these books. My mentor perhaps, but not me.”

The old saying was that history was written by the victors, and this held true for Xadia’s history. Before being trapped inside the amulet, Titania had kept her adventure a secret from most of her kith and kin, for fear of judgement and hindrance. Only her missing associate, and the now long-dead humans she’d attempted to train, had ever known about her past.

“My life before the amulet was a secretive one, one that few knew of and even fewer would care to recount. However, I would answer any questions you may have for me. There are secrets the past holds that these books may not tell you, just as these books may hold knowledge I have been forestalled from gaining.”

Though she’d never say it aloud, even she held some hope that they might find information about what happened back then. Even through the years upon years of serving others, she’d only learned very basic facts about the land of Xadia after her capture. What had become of the archmage she’d so foolishly placed her faith in? A big part of her hoped they would find out.

Claudia glanced once at Titania when the elf perched on her shoulder, then her eyes returned to her task. That is, until Titania next spoke. 

A hand rested on the page of the book for a moment and she finished reading the index, but it took her no more than three seconds to have all her attention again on the elf-butterfly. 

“Your mentor?” Claudia echoed.

Was there some kind of tradition of chaining elves to amulets? She hoped not, just as she hoped there would still be something about Titania in the library they were now in, but still she didn’t ignore what Titania had said. Especially when she said she was willing to answer questions. 

“If you can tell me how long ago you were imprisoned, that could help.” Claudia said. “This isn’t a small library, have some hope.” She added, lowering her voice in fear of attracting the librarian’s attention. “Also, tell me where you’re from, and we can narrow it a little more.”

Perhaps even masters Titania had served in the past, but Claudia wasn’t that willing to breach the topic. Not yet. Not when her priority wasn’t only finding about Titania but also about something that she could ask of her. 

“If we can’t find anything here then it can’t be found in any place closer than a month at horseback, so let’s just hope there’s something.” She mused. 

She hadn’t even read the titles of most of the books in the royal library, and maybe enlisting the librarian would have been a good idea, but Claudia would rather not call much attention to her particular research. Not yet. 

“Have you been in many libraries?” She asked, somewhat distractedly. One could only wonder how much knowledge the elves held, especially after humans were exiled. 

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Titania would have rolled her eyes, had she had the ability to do so in her current form. She could never understand, when humans found her voice so amusing when she took new forms. It was as though they expected her to start squeaking instead. Pressed against the dark mage’s hair as she moved, the elf-now-butterfly stayed as still as she was able, doing her best to imitate an inanimate object, though the small stars that twinkled along the veins of her wings likely would have betrayed those efforts.

The pair arrived in the library, the quiet space showing no other signs of life, and Titania took off from the other’s hair, the creature silently fluttering about the girl as she began collecting books. Once she was loaded with an armful of books and making an eager path for a desk to spread out on, the butterfly perched herself upon the pile, allowing a small shiver of her shimmering sunset wings to gain the mage’s attention.

“Before you delve into the depths of knowledge-seeking, might I ask your name? You have one, do you not? Or would you perhaps be more content that I simply refer to you as ‘master’?” Self introductions, a formality normally rather vital in social exchanges. Yet the dark mage’s lack of an introduction did not bother Titania in the least. So many times that had occurred in the past, that she had come to see it as the normal. Almost every being she was called to serve would forget themselves in the excitement of her first appearance.

At least now, Titania was able to speak to the other with a genuine lack of distaste in her tone. Only once before had she been called upon by such a studious master, a kindly and curious old man who sought to free Titania from the amulet. An impossible endeavor, but a kind gesture. This girl reminded her of him. Not so merciful, perhaps, but she held the same air of wonder and thirst for knowledge, for answers to questions not yet asked. “What enlightenment are you striving to gain with such haste?”

As much as she loved wearing her hair long and loose, Claudia was no stranger to hairpins. Working with materials for dark magic often required ensuring nothing would get on the way, and that included long hair. Still, knowing that the butterfly was not only not a pin but an elf was... weird, to be honest. But, Claudia told herself, she’d been in weirder situations. Probably. 

At least the library seemed deserted, so Claudia wasted no time in getting to work. Books about elves, books about magic and books about the past. They were organized relatively close to each other, so it wasn’t that complicated to get a working pile of possibilities. 

Then the flutter of wings caught Claudia’s attention and Titania’s words had the dark mage flinching and cursing in her mind. She’d been so preoccupied with finding out whether Titania was a threat that she’d forgotten her manners. 

“It’s been a weird day, sorry.” She admitted, passing a hand through her hair. “Call me Claudia.” She added. ‘Master’ didn’t particularly sit well with her. Not when it came from a summon with very clear conscience of self. 

Claudia couldn’t ignore the way Titania’s tone had changed somewhat, and she couldn’t deny a certain curiosity. Was it the library? It was certainly imposing. And Claudia was getting distracted. She needed another cup of hot brown morning potion, not that he’d return to her quarters just yet. 

“I'm looking for information about you.” Claudia admitted. “About your circumstances. About past tales, about magic and perhaps even something worth forming a contract for.” 

She wouldn’t sign with her blood just because, she needed something worth the trouble. Moreover, she couldn’t see why letting Titania know her objectives could be a problem. It wasn’t like she could affect her research, or so she thought. Because while there were ways to confound one’s eyes and prevent them from gathering information, Claudia wasn’t aware of many of them. 

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A knowing nod was Titania’s response, already pondering what manner of creature to assume the form of. It would have to be something compact, yet not vulnerable, since she was yet to still completely trust this woman or her surroundings. It would have to be something that one might reasonably find outside of Xadia, so as not to draw too much attention to herself.

Ensuring she had clear space, she took a delicate step backwards, still poised on her toes, and raised her hands. Third fingers folded to press against her palms, first and second fingers pressing together as she brought them into the air before herself. All at once her body began to softly glow, the paler gradients of her flesh growing lighter. The purple colour of hair hair began to change, seeming to melt away, giving way to a yellow, which faded to pink, purple, and dark blue, the latter colour becoming littered with flickering stars, her tresses becoming the embodiment of a lively evening sky. The marks upon her cheeks and the stars that flecked her skin shone a little brighter as well, but it was the black star at her chest, turned pure white, that shone brightest of all.

With small orbs of light that sat upon her fingertips, Titania began to draw in the air, leaving trails of light that hung where she left them, beginning to form a rune of silvery light. It was symmetrical, rounded, reminiscent of a four-leaf clover. As the rune was completed and she drew her hands away, it began to glow with a fierce light, so intense it seemed to reach into every corner of the room. It enveloped her form, hiding her from sight, and then started to shrink. Smaller and smaller it became, merely a fraction of the size it once was - and all at once the light flickered out, leaving behind a fluttering form.

The butterfly boasted the same vivid sunset colours as the elf’s hair had only moments ago, veins and edges adorned with the same stars, shimmering against the delicate, slightly-transparent wings. After flying in place for a moment, gathering her bearings, the creature fluttered to the dark mage’s head, proceeding to perch herself upon her nose. Wings spread wide, the large butterfly covered the entirety of the young woman’s face. A few moments she remained there, before taking off again, flying a circle around the other’s head, before settling herself on the back of it. With wings open and pressed against the hair, it would be easy for one to mistake her for a large - though unusual - decorative hairpiece.

“If you find this form sufficient for your needs-” despite her size, Titania spoke with the very same voice she had in her natural form, “you may proceed to where you wish, apace as you see fit.”

Claudia had seen quite a lot of magic, courtesy of her upbringing as a dark mage in the court of Katolis, and not all she’d seen had been dark magic. Still, seeing new spells always piqued her curiosity, and also a certain pang of envy. Most creatures had access to magic because of their birth, and humans had nothing. How could someone blame dark mages for doing their best? 

She was familiar with illusions after returning from the temple of the Illusionist, and she knew how real they could seem to those that didn’t know. Still she watched as the elf’s appearance changed, and when she began to draw a rune in the air Claudia focused on remembering it. Just in case. She still remembered the feeling of summoning runes through the primal stone she’d possessed, and a part of her missed it. The magic had felt different to dark magic, but still wonderful. 

Then her eyes focused on the elf’s new form, her memories taking a drop in priority as the dark mage stared, mesmerized by the shapes and colors in the butterfly’s wings, her mouth half-open in astonishment as she moved a finger to try and touch her. 

Then the butterfly decided to perch on Claudia’s nose and the dark mage took a step back, panicking a little as she held the urge to sneeze and thanking all the gods that it wasn’t a moth. It was only for a moment, fortunately, and the moment Titania had perched herself in Claudia’s her and spoken, the dark mage couldn’t help it: she hunched slightly, laughter shaking her shoulders at the dissonance of voice and appearance. 

“Very well.” She replied, slowly returning to seriousness, opening the door of the corridors to ensure no-one had been watching outside of the room and then walking towards the library at a brisk pace. 

One of the guards pointed at the butterfly, Claudia merely grinned and waved and the guard waved back. It wasn’t Soren, thanks the gods, because this would be complicated to explain. 

It didn’t take long for them to arrive to the library, and a few moments later Claudia had thrown herself into research. If there was something about Titania in this library, then she’d find it. 

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Private, independent, mutuals only Claudia from The Dragon Prince, as written by Nay.

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Garnet-red shoulders shook lightly as the elven female chuckled, entertained by the mage’s onslaught of questions. This one was curious indeed, and intelligent. Such a nice change of pace from the men and women of whom she deigned to fulfill uncreative whims. Unfazed, Titania nonchalantly began to answer her questions.

“Any action,” she echoed with a nod, “I may retrieve items or eliminate enemies, serve you as a courtesan, bodyguard or a simple companion, perform reconnaissance… likely anything you could ask of any other human or elf.” All through her speech, her tone was casual, even, not a hint of disconcertion at her own words. “And before you ask, no, I am not the folklore creature that you humans call a ‘genie.’ I do not possess power beyond that of any other mortal. I cannot bring back the dead, force one to love another, or grant extra contracts.”

There was a pause as she reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose. Simply recalling the number of times she’d explained this to people who still couldn’t grasp the concept left a dull ache in her skull. At least this one should understand, or she hoped. Her hand dropped again as she continued; “A contract is formed once you have decided what you require of me, the terms of which being agreed upon, and you must sign a parchment using your own blood as the ink.” She flicked her hands, and small purple flames rose from her skin, flaring out, then disappearing just as quickly, leaving items in their wake. In one hand, an aged piece of paper, in the other, a silver-feathered quill with a sharp metal nib. She held them out a moment for the young woman to see, before there was another flick of her hands, and purple flames consumed the items. “Such is the will of the dark magic which binds me. But you understand this, I’m sure. No harm or hindrance shall come to you upon the completion of the contract, unless you should place yourself in an otherwise dangerous situation.”

Arms folded over her chest once again, and for the first time she turned her gaze away from the dark-haired girl, staring off across the room as though thoughtful, though her face bore no sort of expression. “I am quite proficient in the art of illusion magic, and can take the on the forms of a vast assortment of creatures. I may assume the form of something less striking if you deem it necessary.”

It sounded good. Fairly good, maybe even too good to be true. Or not. Claudia had heard about the wonders that dark magic could bring about, and seen a couple of them, so she wasn’t willing to dismiss the notion that it may not be an attempt to trick her. Not completely. 

She’d also guessed that the other wasn’t a genie, so Claudia merely arched an eyebrow and nodded, crossing her arms before herself as Titania went on. A blood contract sounded reasonable, given the circumstances, even if Claudia wasn’t willing to sign with her blood just because. That bore the question of what she could ask of Titania, and the array of possibilities opening before her was vast enough for this not to be a trivial matter. 

Freeing her father jumped to her mind close to immediately, but then what? He’d be an outlaw, exiled and hunted down, and she wouldn’t be any better. That was too rash an action, at least right now. And if Claudia wasn’t going to be followed by an elf looking like an elf, then she needed the time to think. 

“It would be better if you assumed another shape, yes. Something small?” She suggested. “I don’t have anything in mind worth signing a contract for, so unless you have something to suggest, we are going to the library. When you aren’t looking like an elf.” She added. 

She’d rather check what the Kingdom knew about Titania, and perhaps she’d get some idea. If Callum’s plan failed, then war was a possibility and she wouldn’t be caught unprepared. 

Having Titania return to the amulet at the end of the term was also an option, but even if she was an elf, Claudia wasn’t that certain she was comfortable with having someone trapped in an amulet under her ownership. 

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The star-speckled being, while still annoyed, watched the other woman’s movements with mild curiosity, the corner of her mouth curling up in the slightest hint of a smile as she watched the other’s eyes flicker about her form. It wasn’t an uncommon reaction, though hers seemed a little more energetic than she was used to from females. Still, perhaps a practiced dark mage had other angles to her thoughts.

For a few moments, the elf didn’t answer, her eyes fixated on the young woman as she began to circle. Eyes followed until she was out of sight, but she didn’t turn her head, rather, closed her eyes, and allowed a subtle ‘hmph’ of both amusement and distaste. “You may cease your skulking,” she intoned, “as of yet you have naught to fear from me, nor I, you.” She waited for the other to complete her circle, standing before her again, before the elf waved her hand dismissively, preparing to answer her questions.

“Dark magic bound my soul to the amulet you carry this moment. I am of the Startouch Elves, and my designation by most of your kind is ‘The Evening Star.’ My true moniker is Titania, but as you have called me from the amulet, you are my master, and you may address me by whatever sobriquet you so wish.” The words rolled from her tongue with precision, a speech she’d clearly made time after time. “You have one cycle of the sun to form a contract, in which I will fulfill any action you require. Failing the formation of a contract, I will return to the amulet, and you must needs call me from it once again if you still have need of me. Though…” she paused, opening her eyes to slightly raise a brow at her, “I sense something of the sort is little issue to you.”

She stood and waited then, as she always did, allowing everything she’d said to sink into the other’s mind. For some, it was a lot to comprehend, but if this young woman was as practiced with magic as she seemed, she wouldn’t need all that much time to understand. “Have you any further questions?”

Nothing to fear from the elf? That would be new, and kind of nice, even if Claudia wasn’t that sure she believed the other. The elf seemed certain that Claudia would be unable to harm her, though, and the dark mage had to admit that she’d expected another reaction. Still, it was better than trading threats, even if she wouldn’t relax. 

On the other hand, what the elf was saying was interesting, and while Claudia took note of her name, most of her attention was on everything else the elf was saying. Was this a standard summoning situation, then? It made sense, in a way, but it was a little too much to take at once. Still, Claudia did her best to appear unconcerned. Forming a contract? Dangerous stuff, even more if done with a trapped soul. But the possibilities it opened if Titania was being truthful... 

“I do have more questions.” Claudia replied. “So tell me, Titania," because even if the other was an elf, Claudia would be polite, “any action I require, you said? What are the limits of your power? And what happens afterwards to me?” She continued. 

For a moment she considered asking Titania whether she could or not lie to her, but she expected the answer would be a ‘no’ anyway, and so she desisted. Claudia had an entire day to decide, at least, so she guessed she knew her next stop: the library. 

“Moreover, what does forming a contract entail? Also, do you have to look like an elf? You’ll call attention to both of us.”

Because there was no way Claudia was leaving the amulet in her room with no vigilance, much less letting Titania wander around the castle. She didn’t know how tightly bound the other was to the amulet but she did know the basics of summoning and as awkward as it was to be summoning someone with sapience, unlike her spectral hounds, she was not taking any other foolish risk if she could avoid it. 

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With the dark spell cast, the inset ruby began to glow white-hot against her hand, releasing a quiet but consistent hiss, like heated metal plunged into cold water. Smoke of the bloodiest red began to seep from the polished jewel, rising, swirling. It spread out before the mage, carried by phantom zephyrs as the cloud-like red haze flowed over her hands, seemingly endless falls of dusty red spilling to the floor and pooling there like a thin but heavy fog.

As the cloudy red stream ceased, it gathered there on the floor, before plumes of it began to rise in energetic gyres, lifting to Claudia’s eye-level. Slowly but surely it spun like a twister, pulling the last of the smoke into the air. It came to a halt, hanging in the air, for a few moments unmoving. A single, tiny white light appeared in the center, and began to pulse like a heart, growing in brightness and rotating where it sat. It grew just bigger than Claudia’s hands, a four-pointed star that sat at an angle, and from the reaches of its glow, more stars began to appear.

For a moment or so it just hung there, glittering, this tiny nebula with a pulsing star for a heart. Then the star shone intensely, unbearably bright light filling the room. It was little more than a slow flash, and just as quickly began to fade, leaving behind something other than the nebula. The body of a woman, tall and defined, standing delicately on her toes as her floor-length purple hair floated about her. The star sat emblazoned on her chest against starry red skin, scant violet and gold garbs adorning her body.

Red irises took in the short ears and blacked-over eyes. Another human… but at least this one was female, and seemingly one actually practiced in dark magic, rather than some drunkard meddling with forces beyond his ken. Her arms folded across her chest as she looked down at the young woman with barely-hidden distaste, and spoke with little effort to hide the frustration tainting her voice.

“…What do you desire?”

Claudia took a step back as the smoke appeared, thinking for the first time -it wouldn’t be the last- that perhaps she should have waited to be on her fathers laboratory. It was too late now, however, so she could only deal with the consequences. She could feel the weight of her snake-chain bracelet on her wrist and she prepared to cast the spell, should she need it, even if most of her attention had been captured by the eerie beauty of whatever that was taking place. 

This had been a mistake, she decided, leaning forward somewhat to look at the single glow of the first star to appear and moving a hand to cover her eyes in an involuntary gesture as the light of tiny stars became one single flash. When Claudia finally opened her eyes there was someone there. What had a person been doing inside of an amulet? A heartbeat later she corrected herself: what had an elf been doing trapped in an amulet? 

The tension in Claudia’s body became unmistakable as she stood straight, trying her best to appear imposing. The fact that her eyes kept moving from the elven woman’s eyes to her hair and tunic wasn’t helping, but the young dark mage reined in her thoughts. Who cared whether her hair was beautiful or whether that tunic had or not magic properties? There was an elf in her room, an elf that looked particularly unhappy to be there. 

On a second thought, was the figure even an elf, or was it some kind of projection? Claudia remembered the words she’d read and they’d been as clear as the ones the elf had just said. 

“What can you offer me?” Claudia asked, wary, slowly walking in a circle around the elf in an attempt to make it seem like she had the situation under control. She didn’t, not at all, but she wouldn’t let an elf know that. “Who are you?” She continued. “Why are you bound to a medallion?”

Now that she’d begun talking and moving her ideas were slowly becoming something cohesive. She had to find out how much control she had over the elf, whether she could or not harm her and whether this entity was alive, a projection or merely a bound spirit. 

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Claudia knew the dangers of what she was doing, or at least she thought she knew. With her father now a traitor -she wouldn’t think on the circumstances, not yet, she was still getting over what he’d commanded her brother to do- it was only a matter of time until the Guard raided the quarters of the former High Mage of Katolis and then who knew what could be lost or destroyed.

It was not yet dawn, and she was alone. Claudia had told no-one, not even Soren, because he was still a Crownsguard and she wouldn’t ask that of him. No, she was alone with her materials, a few spells on the back of her mind and a door that opened for her with close to no problems. 

She couldn’t take the books or scrolls, that was too obvious, but she took some of the rarest components, a few jars of the basics and what she thought that wouldn’t be noticed later. She also took an amulet, a lonely scroll and three unlabeled vials, and only then whispered the two spells that would allow her to close the door and leave undetected. 

Claudia didn’t breathe properly until she was back in her quarters, the materials safe behind those she’d always kept in her room. She’d later ask Ezran, now King Ezran, to be given authority over her father’s laboratory and supplies, but she’d wanted to be cautious. 

The sun had fully left the mountains when Claudia prepared a few spells for protection, binding and containment and finally read the letters engraved in the back. She hoped nothing of the sort would be needed, but she’d been taught better than to be careless. 

It was only when nothing happened that she made the choice and read the words backwards, the incantation turning her eyes ink-black. 

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