Things Lost and Found (a Waglington and Mianite fanfiction)

Chapter 41

The song of the day is "It Is What It Is" by Lifehouse. This chapter's a little on the short side. (It was originally part of chapter 40, but the tone was a bit different.) Because it's shorter, I thought I'd give it to y'all early. Enjoy!

*Waglington's POV*

I discarded anything I found that reminded me of Martha as I went through my home: pictures, letters, the red tulip she had given me ages ago. Memento had been "supervising"—as he called it—with approval, reinforcing my desire to move on from Martha. He suddenly stopped being so supportive when I picked up my imbued sword from the table it lay on and withdrew it from its brown leather sheath. I was sorely tempted to discard the glowing blade she had given me in favor of the much weaker rapier I had crafted myself. Memento stopped me. You need to get over her, but you need to keep that sword on you too. Remember your vision? You need that thing at some point.

Of course, the cat was right. I had used that sword to defeat someone in my vision. I really shouldn't change anything I knew might mess up the future, even if the sword did remind me of her constantly. I strapped my scabbard on before replying, "Fine then; the sword comes with."

Really, the sword and the dagger (which I had given away to Sparklez) were the only practical things I had gotten from Martha, despite me being her champion. I wasn't complaining. I was a pretty self-sufficient wizard despite my initially vanished powers. Speaking of which... I have more of my powers back than I thought, I decided when I looked out a window of my tower to see the clouds and occasional lightning had not lifted and now reached as far as I could see in the dark.

Hey, not to interrupt your brooding, but don't you still owe Tom a fix for his fur before we skip town? Memento hesitantly thought as he twisted to groom a stubborn tuft of fur over his right shoulder.

"Oh, I almost forgot! Thank you, Memento." Tom and his hair... As far as I could tell, he was as fond to his mop of hair as I was my tattoos. It was just part of who he was. It must have been driving him nuts having it messed up like that for a couple days.

A grin spread across my face as a brilliant idea formed in my head. Anger was temporarily displaced by mischief as I took my elevator back to my library. Now to find the recipe I'd need to fix Tom's problem.

I found the old tome in a dimly lit corner of my library on a dusty bottom shelf. It dealt mostly with hair, skin, and clothing related spells. (I so wish there was a spell to dispel acne permanently. -.-) Goodness, I haven't used any of these spells since that time Jordan needed help. A few months ago Jordan had been trying to figure out how to take care of Ianita while Ianite was busy and had come across a problem. Ianita's favorite shirt had a huge stain on it. Neither of us could figure out what in the Overworld could have made the neon blue stain, but it refused to wash out or disappear with bleach. Martha had even tried a few tricks of her own to no avail. No, mind, quit bringing her up. Thankfully, whatever the stain was, it wasn't resistant to a few good old fashioned laundry spells.

Flipping to the section of the sizeable book devoted to hair magic, I quickly found the perfect potion for the job. Reading over the list of ingredients, I realized I actually had everything on hand... somewhere. Curse my disorganization; this might take a while. I set the book on the table by my sofa and headed to my basement to collect the things I'd need.

40 minutes later found me with a finished potion. My sleeping potions had finished brewing as well. As I carefully packed the potions away in my bag (which was far larger on the inside than it looked), I heard a knock on my front door.

I bristled as I approached my door and flung it open, ready to tell Martha off again. My words froze in my throat, and I calmed slightly when I saw Donella standing there instead. Odd, I never would have guessed I'd be relaxed around her after all the times she threatened to end me. "That temper of yours is going to get you in trouble one of these days, James," She stated blandly before walking past me and into my tower; Akatena followed on her heels. Seeing my bag packed in the middle of the wooden floor, she asked, "Leaving tonight?"