Beyond the Pages: Adventures Across Fandoms

The necromancers enemy, tiktok prompt (WCSMP, Scott, Grian)

Shubble didn't know what to expect. But in all the things she came up with, the necromancy witch sleeping while they were tied up and with her, his enemy wasn't one of them. She stared down at Scott, his eyes closed and body relaxed, slumped against the cold stone wall of her coven's base.

"This is ridiculous," she muttered to herself, pacing back and forth. The whole point of capturing Scott had been to interrogate him, to pry out secrets and weaknesses. But now, here he was, apparently so bored by their interaction that he had simply fallen asleep.

From what she'd heard he never slept with others around. Wait, what if he was faking?

"Wake up!" she snapped, giving his leg a nudge with her boot. Scott didn't even stir. Shubble's annoyance grew. How could anyone feel secure enough to sleep in such a vulnerable position? She crouched down, staring at his peaceful face. It didn't make sense. Scott was too cunning, too cautious for this to be real.

She reached out and poked his cheek, his skin feeling cold and flakey under her fingertip. But he didn't move. He really was asleep.

If he didn't even trust his teammates enough to sleep around them, how could he be so peaceful with her around. She was a witch from the coven that opposed him.

"This isn't right," she muttered, straightening up. "He's up to something."

Walking out of the room she locked the door behind her. Heading to the library, she needed some answers and for some reason a small part of her brain insisted she would find that in the history section.

The corridors of the coven's base were dimly lit and filled with the faint scent of burning herbs and old parchment. Shubble's footsteps echoed softly as she made her way to the ancient library, a place seldom visited by the other witches in the coven for all spell books were in the much newer and more modern library on the other side.

She stopped in front of a shelf labeled "Coven Conflicts and Alliances." Her fingers hesitated over several titles before pulling out a heavy, leather-bound book titled "The Necromancers' War: Secrets and Strategies."

She looked at the index: Chapter 29: Deceiving enemies

She had found what she was looking for.

Quickly she scanned through the passage, nothing about something that could make it seem like the witch is sleeping. So that meant that Scott felt so comfortable in her presence that he fell asleep.

"This is absurd," she muttered, slamming the book shut. How could he trust her, his enemy, more than his own allies? Shubble's mind whirled with confusion and curiosity. There had to be more to it.

She returned the book to its place and made her way back to the room where Scott was held. Unlocking the door, she stepped inside and observed him again. His breathing was steady, his posture relaxed. He looked so peaceful, yet the situation was anything but that.

"Scott," she said softly, leaning against the wall. "I know you're not faking. But why? Why would you sleep here, now, in front of me?"

Scott didn't respond, of course. He was genuinely asleep, and that realization gnawed at her. Was he playing a deeper game, one she couldn't see yet? Or was there something about her, something that made him feel safe?

What if she got Pris? See if that did anything.

Looking back at the necromancer, she once again stepped foot out of the door while locking it behind her.

She walked briskly through the hallways, the dim light casting long shadows. She found Pris in her quarters, surrounded by an assortment of herbs and scrolls.