❰𝟰.𝟭.𝟭❱ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ➣ {𝕡•𝕡} ❘ [ 𝖓𝖜𝖍 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ]

🕷❘ Ⲉⲓⳋⲏⲧ ❘ 𝖮𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍

˚ ༘ ⌇ 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟼 ༉‧₊

๑՞ ° 𝙰𝚐𝚎 : 𝟷𝟻 *·˚

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Unlike you, your father wasn't welcomed to Kamar Taj at once. In fact he was kicked out right after he had asked the Ancient One to teach him.

You questioned him if he was nice like you were, using the word 'please'. Stephen didn't have an answer to that and changed the topic by stating that you had to take your medications. This made you laugh hysterically, making him scowl at you like a stubborn, arrogant child.

Throughout the next few weeks, that turned into months, you and your father learnt the Mystic Arts at Kamar Taj. All the way from how to conjure a portal with your sling ring, how to conjure spells and shields, and most important, how to fight like your life depended on it. 

Today was one of those days.

While your father trained with the man who had led you both to Kamar Taj, who's name you later learnt was Karl Mordo, you would train with the Ancient One herself.

Staying over at the Kamar Taj definitely had a significant improvement in you paralysis condition and your father's injury. You had managed to use one crutch and walk with the help it, but you couldn't even stand without it.

Usually you would use a singe crutch to help you fight , but today, to your surprise, the Ancient One suggested to try without any at all.

"You're kidding, right?" you had questioned incredulously when the Ancient One suggested it.

"No, I'm not,"

"You're insane,"

"I've been called worse," she replied smoothly, leading you to the centre of the yard, where a couple of people around you were practicing to combat in pairs

"So," you swallowed, rubbing your free palm on the side of the tunic you were wearing as your other gripped the handle of your crutch tightly, "What was my mom like? Here, I mean,"

"You're a curious one, aren't you?"

"That," you jerked your head to the side, "And I just really miss her," you admitted.

"Cape of Inferno," the sorceress spoke, "A fickle artefact of great significance. It was owned by your mother, who was the best of us,"

"Hm," you nodded for her to continued; both of you taking a combat stance.

"It was your mother's cape. And when you're ready, it'll become yours," The Ancient One raised a hand to her side, summoning a orange shield as you did the same, but on both your hands.

She struck one of the orange shield forward at you, which you blocked easily. You elbowed her side and lifted your crutch just in time when she swiped her leg on the ground to get rid of it.

"Jasmine L/N," she carried on, as though both of you weren't sparring at all, "She came here with Varghese,"

"Wait, Varghese?" you froze, taking a step back with the help of the crutch to dodge a blow just in time, "As in Diya Varghese?"

"Yes," the Ancient One took a step back, resuming her initial fighting stance, "Sound familiar?" she raised her eyebrows.

"A bit," you admitted vaguely, mimicking her actions.

You only held back for a second and attack her, charging forward as you spun in your place and delivered a kick to her shoulder.

"I see a lot of both your parents in you, Y/N," The Ancient One took the blow with a grunt, dodging the next one with a graceful movement, "The boldness and intelligence of your mother, the recklessness and stubbornness of your father. The perfect concoction for chaos," she blocked her blow with your arm and pushed you back.

You shook your head at her, pausing again, "Like there isn't enough in the world,"

"Touché'," the elder grinned at you.

You dodged her move when she swiped her leg under your and and you spun in your place and caught her arm. You ducked under her outstretched arm and sent a fist to her side.

"Accept yourself, Y/N," The Ancient One stated softly in a sing-song manner. She recovered from your grip; In one swift moment, she knocked the crutch from your grasp and delivered a thrust to your shoulder.

You stumbled back away from her, expecting for your legs to give out any moment and fall back. But you didn't. In fact, you were standing on both your feet, quite normally for someone who had been paralysed for the past few months.

Your right knee ticked slightly, indicating that the Mystical Arts couldn't heal you completely, but only make you better.

None the less, you didn't need a crutch anymore, you could walk on your own well enough.

"Did—Did I—Am I—" you stammered, not believing your eyes and were pretty sure that you were hallucinating. Hope bloomed in your chest as an uncontrollable smile stretched across your face.

The Ancient One beamed at you in pride and satisfaction, "Well done,"

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