•Season 1, Queen For A Day
•Varian is testing his compounds on the rocks
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Varian puts a single drop of his compound onto the black rock. He sighs as he sees it simply dissolve, proving fruitless. He sets the beaker aside and writes down the results. "Test fifty six, nothing," he groans.
After a short bit of work, he'd adjusted the mixture to be more potent, and hopefully, this time he could get a reaction. He prepares himself to test it when the door opens.
"Varian?" A gruff voice asks as heavy footsteps enter the room. The young alchemist nearly drops the beaker- instead, he only empties its contents.
"Oh, dad-"
"I wanted to-" Quirin pauses as he takes in the scene. "I thought I told you to stay away from those rocks?"
He feels the tone shift and suddenly realizes how small he is compared to his father. "I-I know, I just-"
"What part of 'stay away' wasn't clear?" He walks closer to the desk to see what his son had been up to.
Behind Varian, the one green liquid was turning solid- and growing.
"Dad, listen to me, the rocks aren't going away! They'll destroy Old Corona and the kingdom is next!"
"But there's more to these rocks then you could understand. You're not ready, Varian."
"Why won't you just tell me?" He raises his voice, causing his father to straighten his back. As Quirin is about to argue back, he sees the growing compound behind his son.
"Varian!" He shouts and pushes his son out of the way by his shoulders. Varian gets his senses back a moment later and sees that his father has his hand trapped in some sort of amber.
His stomach drops. No, the floor drops from under him. The floor felt as if it were air. "Dad!" He reaches out for him, despite Quirins protests. "Cmon!" He grabs is fathers arm and tries to pull it out, but it's to no avail.
"You need to get out of here, it isn't safe!" The older man scolds as he tries to push his son away, but Varian wasn't moving. He wouldn't.
"I'm not leaving you," he looks up at his dad. Their eyes lock, each one showing the stubbornness of a mule. Out of the corner of Quirins eye, he sees the amber encasing Varians hand. A shock of adrenaline shoots throughout his chest.
Varian feels it and quickly yanks his other hand away. He tugs but quickly realizes that he wouldn't get out of this without his concoctions. He quickly scans for the table, which had been pushed upward as the amber took it, throwing all of his compounds on the floor out of reach. He looks to his dad for some sort of plan.
Quirin meets the young boys eye. That fire was gone, replaced by fear and trust. Varian trusted him to have a way out of this, but how could he? Was there a way out of this? After everything, was Varian the reason the moonstone would always haunt him? He closes his eyes. No. His son had the purest heart and he knew that. None of this was intentional.
All hope leaves the boy as his father kneels to hug him close. "I'm sorry," Quirin speaks softly. "I'm sorry for not trusting you. I couldn't have asked for a better son."
Varian hugs his father back tightly. A tear is preserved on his cheek as the amber grows around them.
