(Late 12th Century Camelot)
(Third POV)
"Blast it" A boy groans as he holds up his arm when a small bracelet lights up blue making the broom sweep by itself.
"You're gonna get in trouble for that." A girls voice stated with a hint of mischief while she sets down a bucket full of blue liquid.
"No I'm not," He retorts sitting down on a pile of books yawning and strumming his lute.
"Hiserdoux!" A voice booms throughout the room. The boy yells as he gets knocked off the stack of books by the broom. The girl snickered, wiping her hands on an apron.
"What have we talked about?" A stern voice said, entering the room.
"Magic isn't a permissable shortcut to hard work." He sighed out.
"Carry on, and don't-"
"But master!" the boy tried,
"'But master.' me"
"I'm just- I know I'm capable of more than just pushing a broom!" the boy then got attacked by the broom, it tackling him onto the table.
"Teach me to be- a proper- sorcerer!" He managed to get out between grunts
"If there is a universal truth in this world, it is that struggle is the flame that forges one's soul into steel. Magic cannot be a crutch." The old man muses as he uses his magic to put things in a cauldron.
"HAHA!" The boys laughs in triumph but it doesn't last long, as he gets pushed back on the table. Only for the old man to break the spell making the broom go limp in the boys arms.
"To take the easy way out, is to merely exist Hiserdoux."
"So why am I learning spell's if I'm not supposed to use em'? I wanna' be a wizard! Like you! With a staff and everything!"
"Staffs are for those with mastery over magic. Magic is mastery over life, so first you must learn how to live. Master that lesson and I vow your days of pushing brooms will be over."
(Nine Centuries later)
(Douxie's POV)
"Blast it... 'Magic isn't a permissable shortcut to hard work'." I mumble to myself, sweeping the floor of the cafe.
"Night Doux, thanks for cleaning up!" One of my coworkers yells.
"Of course!"
(Few minutes later)
I change the light up neon "open" sign to "nope" implying the cafe is closed.
"Right, time for the real work, you ready?" I ask my cat as I close and lock the door to the cafe. Then we start running down the street.
Peeking around the corner, I see my cat, Archie walking through an alleyway with something following close behind.
He runs out of the alleyway and I jump out, shooting a spell out of my bracelet catching the creature in a magic blue bubble mid-air.
"Haha! Tis' my cleanest capture yet! Aren't you a nasty little beast, now I figured an Umber Imp was the reason for all those lost pets." I say staring at the Imp in the blue bubble.
"That is not an Umber Imp," Archie says walking up to me while putting on his glasses.
"Do you notice the three mandibles? How it's phasing in and out of existence? That is a Shadow Mephit, and you should know your monstorology if you're going to use me as bait!"
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Ambrosius and Casperan: When Majicks Combine
Fanfic-DouxieXOC -Hisirdoux Casperan and Nirvana Ambrosius get stuck in the past with Steve, Claire and Jim. Where they must get back to the present without messing up the fabric of time. -This story follows the plot of "Wizards- Tales of Arcadia" -!!!DIS...
