La Sorcière et la Bête-English story - Marvel Wiccan fanfiction, Agatha Harkness

Part 10

AN: As any of you who have read my other stories know, this is the time of year that I take a hiatus. Ash Wednesday is coming up this week and for Lent I always give up fanfiction and YouTube as my sacrifice. I just wanted to keep you all in the loop so the sudden halt in updates isn't unexpected. I will be back after Easter, in the meantime enjoy this chapter and don't forget to leave comments! :)

Chapter 10.

The next morning Wiccan woke up the earliest, again with the sunlight streaming in through the window. However this morning it didn't fill him with a sense of calm tranquility or beauty. Instead he felt betrayed. Like how could the sun shine so beautifully through his luxurious room giving the impression of vast wealth and easy living? How, when the reality was so much darker, so much bleaker? Dorrek had made a fair point, there was mockery in the beauty around him, because he was cursed to watch it fall into ruin.

Wiccan remembered the promise he made to Dorrek yesterday in the garden. Deep inside he still felt a swirling mix of emotions, anger at what Dorrek had been forced to suffer, worry for if Wiccan had the strength to undo it, determination, nervousness, and also driven motivation.

Not wanting to waste time sitting in bed he pulled himself from the warm plush comforter. The first thing he did was take a warm bath and looked over the bruises on his body. They were turning yellow and fading and would most likely be gone in another two days or so.

After the bath when the water turned cold he dressed in another button up shirt, this one white, and a clean set of dress pants. The air in the castle seemed to hold a slight chill to it and he had to wonder if it was possible that it snowed again last night. Or did it snow each night? He pondered. Was it an endless repeating pattern? Maybe designed by the enchantress to encase the castle and the grounds around it in more and more snow to help wipe away the existence of the place entirely.

Moving to the window he opened it and immediately was greeted by a gust of chilly air. Wiccan tried to find the footprints he and Dorrek would have left yesterday but they were long gone. It had snowed – quite a bit in fact.

Sighing and leaning forward on the windowsill, he could just make out the dull sound of bickering followed by Kate's laugh. After he and Dorrek had parted in the late afternoon yesterday Wiccan had taken the time to seek out Kate and help her with her cleaning project. She'd asked him a few questions about what he and Dorrek had talked about, giving sly playful winks at him every now and then. Eventually Eli must have gotten wind that they were together and he'd interrupted Kate halfway through one of her questions, storming into the room and refusing to leave them be. Billy had been grateful for the interruption at the time because Kate's behavior had begun to strangely remind him of a friend inquiring about a bestie's first date – the idea alone making him blush madly. Thankfully Kate hadn't seen it as she and Eli had begun making witty remarks back and forth. His walk with Dorrek wasn't a date, he had to keep telling himself. It was just a . . . tour. Dorrek was trying to be nice, extend an olive branch as it were. Wiccan appreciated the gesture, grateful for the shift in their acquaintanceship.

Kate's laughter cut through his reminiscing and he smiled sadly to himself wondering how in a place so grim laughter still found a place among all the grey. He thought back to just a few days ago, how he'd been living day to day, always waiting for the next robbery or crime so he could rush off and enjoy some hero work. You would think risking his life that way would have matured him. It had, but not as much as he'd previously thought. Looking back at the person he was, just a few days ago, he seemed so innocent and out of touch with reality. He'd thought he had problems, but now something like getting picked on seemed so small.

Innocent and certain, he thought. He'd been so certain about what he wanted and who he was and he'd been eagerly waiting for the day high school could end so he could just be Wiccan all the time. The hero with magic abilities kids dreamed of having. Someone that finally made him feel like one of the cool kids. Because no matter how he was bullied, he was special. He was special in a way others would be envious of if they knew.