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The Empyreans

Tubbo slowly woke up to something over him. He pretended to be asleep for a moment before opening one eye. Blonde hair was hanging over his face, and his eyes met with stormy blue ones.

"You're awake!"

"Huh-"

"You've been asleep for so long, it was getting boring!"

Suddenly the boy fell onto him as Tubbo attempted to sit up. They both groaned, causing the doors to open. Servants came in, organizing the room and helping the pair out of bed. Within minutes, a pair of footsteps echoed down the hall, Wilbur appearing in the doorway.

"Tommy! What are you doing! Dad and I told you to let him rest!"

The boy groaned, "But Wilby! You can't just seclude me from another kid my age!... ish."

Wilbur groaned. "Honestly, you're such a nuisance sometimes. Prince Tubbo is probably overwhelmed, which is why I told you to leave him alone for now."

The blonde huffed and crossed his arms, "He seems fine to me..."

"Who- Who are you?" Tubbo asked, looking at him.

"Me? I'm Prince Thomas the Golden Spitfire!" He exclaimed, hopping up, "I'm only the best in all of Rahvast at everything!"

Wilbur shook his head, "It's just Prince Thomas. He hasn't gotten his suffix yet."

"And that's why they should've named you 'Wilbur the Buzzkill,'" Tommy mocked.

Tubbo just blinked as the pair began to yell insults back and forth. Eventually they had moved to yell into each other's faces, Tommy stretching as far as he could and Wilbur leaning down. Their argument was short-lived as Phil pulled them apart, clearly angry but speaking quietly.

"You both are acting like crows!" Phil turned to Tommy, "If you can't behave yourself, then you'll be grounded!"

"What! But Wilbur started it!"

"Okay Tomathy."

Before Tommy could say a word, Phil projected his voice and took everyone's attention, "Cease your squawking at once! There is enough fighting in this land without you two adding to it! We have a guest present and much work to do. If you continue to waste everyone's time, then a grounding will be the least of your troubles."

A moment of silence passed.

"Can- um... what's for breakfast?" squeaked Tubbo.

Phil quickly smiled at the boy, "Anything you want, little one. Come, I'll take you to the private dining corner."

The king put out his hand, Tubbo taking it. Walking down the halls, the boy took in his new surroundings. Sunlight bathed every surface in a warm glow, the gold highlights illuminating the soft greens throughout the palace. Windows framed with gold stretched from the floor to the ceiling, some of them open to allow a gentle breeze to pass through. Scents of wisteria drifted on the wind, spreading into each room and hallway.

"... and after that she'll tell us about your magic training with-"

Tubbo froze, and his attention finally snapped to Phil.

"What's wrong? Oh, I suppose Wilbur didn't explain that to you quite yet."

Kneeling down to eye level, Phil continued...

"We Empyreans are masters of magic, and with that comes the ability to sense other magical proficiency. You must have felt like something was different with Wilbur, or Francis, and there was. He also felt that something was different about you, that you possess the rare ability to use magic."

For a moment Tubbo processed what he just heard, he then looked over his hands and arms, curious about the power they held.

"Um, can I fly like you?"

Phil smiled, "Questions like that may be answered in the future, once you've had a bit of training. Come, you must eat first."

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While he waited for his food, Tubbo went to try all sorts of hand movements and grunting to conjure some kind of magic. Phil laughed to himself, already impressed by the little one's curiosity and attempts to discover magic alone. He set the plate of pancakes in front of him, breaking Tubbo's focus.

"Go on now, you need a full belly for your training later."

"King Philza, I don't-"

"Just Phil, little one."

"Phil? I don't feel like I can use magic."

He simply hummed, "Magic is mysterious and finicky. It seems as if one must first use magic in order to know how to summon it."

The boy looked at him and tilted his head.

"Don't think too hard about that, though. I must go speak with Wilbur, once you've finished eating just call my name and I'll come to collect you."

At that, King Philza patted Tubbo's head and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Tubbo ate, thinking hard about magic between each bite.

Can I fly? Can I turn invisible? Can I fight like-

Suddenly, he dropped his fork and scanned the room. He stood up, and still chewing his food, walked to the door. Tubbo put a hand to the door and-

"That man is dangerous, father, his position threatens our people each day!"

It sounded like Wilbur, but the voice wasn't coming from the other side of the door.

"Until the little one is ready, I cannot allow it. You must continue your work undetected and without raising suspicion."

The other voice was clearly King Philza, and clearly from inside the room. Tubbo took his hand off the door and spun around, looking for the two. Their voices echoed from inside his head. Looking back to the door, the boy put his hand on it again.

"That is a decision for the little one to make, not you. Now please, listen to me."

"Alright, what's your plan then?"

"We train the boy to use magic, teach him our ways. He'll be invaluable as the new king of Rannikko, and we can finally be at peace."

King of Rannikko, me?

The voices went silent, and their presence faded away. Tubbo listened to the silence for a while longer, before turning back to the table and sitting down. His mind raced at the thought of magic, the voices he heard, and his future as a king.