A Terrifying Discovery

The morning sun streaming through the window at 6:00am woke Gavin of Lockwood up. He blinked and sat up on the edge of his bed. Groggily he rubbed his eyes and wished he could sleep another hour. Instantly it was dark. Gavin started, fully awake now.

 

"Now what was that?"

 

He listened carefully for any sounds of commotion. There was none. He sneaked to the door and cracked it open. Nobody. Usually at 6:00am the hallways were alive with servants bearing trays and the like for breakfast. But today there was no one. Gavin was stumped. He glanced out the window. The sun! It wasn't coming into his room anymore! Gavin ran to the window and looked out. The sun was just coming over the edge of the horizon. Gavin rubbed his eyes and looked again. Still there.

 

"Hmm... very odd. Maybe I'm dreaming. Yeah. I bet that's it."

 

And yet he had a sinking feeling he wasn't dreaming. Something had happened, and he wasn't quite sure what. He went back to bed, opened his eyes, sat up and rubbed his eyes. Nothing happened. Then he remembered. He had wished he could sleep another hour. Sure enough, the sun was just rising, meaning it would be sometime about... 5:00am. Gavin swallowed and thought I wish I had my sword in my hand. Instantly it was. Gavin realized there was no mistaking it.

 

He could work magic. Magic, forbidden in the land of Roawia. He ran out into the halls, clad in his pajamas. Nobody. Absolutely quiet. He tip-toed to the door of his friend who was staying the night. Still asleep.

 

It must be that the time literally turned back, Gavin thought. He was terrified. A baron of Loreos, with the ability to work magic. He could be exiled for that. At least nobody knew it had happened. And nobody ever would, since they were all sleeping. For the present, he was safe.

 

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The beginning of Gavin of Lockwood's saga, which I will be tracing for the Mages' Guild.

 

Inspired by Mark of Falworth and Digger.

 

-IronBricks

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