The Prince, The Gangster, The Teacher, And The Poet (Sander Sides Fanfic)

Chapter Seven-The Beginning

TW: Things get a liittle spicy near the end, nothing bad, but just a small bit of teasing, adorable Logan, Roman, and Logan getting along, let's hope it lasts.

Logan knows that as soon as any of them stop to think, as soon as they slow down a little or stop spreading ahead to make a plan, that they would all be screwed. That they would realize what was going on, and they would all freak the fuck out. He knew, somewhere in the rational part of his brain that just wanted to take a deep breath and process what was happening, that he was just delaying the inevitable, but this was one of the only times in his life that he really REALLY wanted to ignore that part of his brain. 

His two bags were in his room, open on the bed. His dad was still in his room, probably reading, and hadn't heard Logan come in, which was probably going to be easier for all of this. One for clothing, and one that was enchanted to hold more than it looked. In that one, Logan packed a chest of smaller supplies that he thought he would need, and almost all of his books. Packing them up added a small amount of finality to the whole thing that was almost comforting.

When he was done with his bag of books, making sure it was secure and that nothing would fall out, he sat on the bed, glancing out the window. He went through his mental list again. He liked lists.

He had packed all of his clothing, and he was still wearing his binding equipment which made him feel a little better, and he had made sure to keep his medicine in the bag at all times. He had packed money, though he was sure Roman would probably bring some, and had, at the last moment, decided to bring what small camping equipment they had in the house. The group would probably be on the road for more than a few days.

It was at that moment that it really hit Logan. Not how crazy what just happened was or the fact that he would be spending a few days with a few strangers. They were cute, he decided, in varying degrees, but they were still strangers. What hit him right in the stomach was that he didn't know where they were going. They had all just jumped on the wagon without setting up a destination.

That was when he had an idea. When the bolt of dark blue light had hit him in the chest, there was a moment of clarity for him. He enjoyed feeling that way like he knew everything in the world. And there was something tugging at the back of his mind. What he had told the group before they left.

"Try to figure out what you can do."

There was a book. He was standing on a solid book before. It was weird, but the pieces in his mind seemed to fit, and he closed his eyes. It was worth a shot either way. It would probably fail, but on the off chance, he was right...

When he opened his eyes, there was a smaller book floating in front of him. It was made of blue and yellow tones of light, nothing bright, but it was enough for Logan. He reached into his bag and got out his recording device, enchanted by his dad before he left.

"Log 104, testing of magic." He spoke into it, setting it down next to him. "In the middle of the day, a witch attacked the kingdom, trying to steal magic. Instead of being successful, I am led to believe that she made four capable enemies, myself being one. We are preparing to go out in search of this witch, and it is my understanding that we are to kill her and give back magic to the people who had it before. That being said, we will need to know what we can do to be successful. It appears that I can create books." He couldn't hide the disappointment and intrigue in his voice. "Which shouldn't surprise me as much as it does. I am going to see if I can open one of the books, and if everything goes as planned, we will also be able to see a map of where we need to go to get to where the witch resides."

With that, Logan took a breath, grabbing pencils and paper around him just in case the book wasn't permanent, and band-aids if something were to go wrong. He hesitantly reached out and touched the cover. It was practically solid, and something about the familiarness of a book made him relax slightly. He carefully opened the cover, and inside he saw a map.