What have I Done?
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rinkhcTitle: What have I Done?
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis – AU
Prompt: Hurt Comfort Parallel Fills: Apocalypse & Love Spell/Potion Gone Wrong
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 689
Summary: What a difference a few pages can make. A snippet from the Magor ‘verse
Content Notes: No standard notes apply
David took the spell book from the shelf and walked over to the table with it. There was a piece of faded red ribbon marking the place, so he opened the book and set it before him. He took a deep breath and decided. He would do this. He could do this. He was the best apprentice Magor Lorne had ever had. (He was, in fact, the only true apprentice Lorne had ever kept, but David didn’t know that.)
The woman that had come to the door had been pathetically desperate. Lorne had been polite but firm in his refusal to help her. David knew he could do this, he could concoct the spell that she needed to win her true love back. The spell was harmless; David knew that from personal experience, it would do no physical harm to her or her beloved. Lorne had explained that most love potions required a willingness on the part of the person being dosed in order to work properly, they were an aid, not the full answer.
He went around the workroom and collected the ingredients. He set a copper bowl over a flame and poured the liquid ingredients into the pot. When they were bubbling, he mixed the dry components. He must have left a window open, a gust of wind blew through the workroom. He ran to check and close the offensive window. He returned to the spell and picked up the book, after putting the last few ingredients into his cup, he walked over to the fire and began the incantation as he threw the dry mixture into the pot.
There was an explosion of red and orange smoke from the pot. He looked down at the book resting in his arms and realized that the page he was looking at was not the correct one, the ribbon was quite few pages back. He realized with growing dread that the wind must have blown the pages! The air shimmered around him, a strong wind kicking up.
“What have you done?!?” Magor Lorne screamed at David from the doorway. Those were the last words David heard him say. He glanced down at the book and saw the words “Doomsday Spell.” What had he done, indeed? He looked over at Lorne, advancing towards him in a swirl of robes, an angry expression on his face.
Then the world exploded in a burst of red and orange light and smoke. There would be no love more potions for anyone, ever. He had destroyed everything.
~*~
“David. David,” Lorne was shaking him and calling his name. He opened his eyes and saw his mentor in the light of the single candle on the stool beside the bed. He was sitting on the edge of the narrow bed, gripping David’s shoulder tightly and looking at him with something akin to concern. “You were screaming. Bad dream?”
He drew his knees up to his chest. “The worst. I did a spell wrong and ended the world,” he admitted. “I accidentally cast a Doomsday Spell.”
“There’s no such spell.” Lorne ruffled his hair and smiled. “At least not where you could get your hands on it.”
“It was horrible. I tried to do something good and it all turned so bad.”
Lorne patted his arm. “Often the case. Our results don’t often match our intentions. You should try to sleep.”
“I couldn’t,” David gave a shudder and shook his head in denial.
“Then come and sit by the fire and keep me company while I finish the transcription for the Council.” The Magor stood and started for the door. After a moment’s consideration, David pushed off his blankets and bounded from the bed, following him.
When he walked into the work room, he asked, “What are you transcribing?”
“A primer on dragon training. It is actually rather interesting.”
David took the chair by the fire. “Could you read to me as you go, Lorne?”
And so David was lulled back to sleep a long while later by the sound of his mentor’s voice as he spoke of dragons and harnesses and perseverance.
The End
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis – AU
Prompt: Hurt Comfort Parallel Fills: Apocalypse & Love Spell/Potion Gone Wrong
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 689
Summary: What a difference a few pages can make. A snippet from the Magor ‘verse
Content Notes: No standard notes apply
David took the spell book from the shelf and walked over to the table with it. There was a piece of faded red ribbon marking the place, so he opened the book and set it before him. He took a deep breath and decided. He would do this. He could do this. He was the best apprentice Magor Lorne had ever had. (He was, in fact, the only true apprentice Lorne had ever kept, but David didn’t know that.)
The woman that had come to the door had been pathetically desperate. Lorne had been polite but firm in his refusal to help her. David knew he could do this, he could concoct the spell that she needed to win her true love back. The spell was harmless; David knew that from personal experience, it would do no physical harm to her or her beloved. Lorne had explained that most love potions required a willingness on the part of the person being dosed in order to work properly, they were an aid, not the full answer.
He went around the workroom and collected the ingredients. He set a copper bowl over a flame and poured the liquid ingredients into the pot. When they were bubbling, he mixed the dry components. He must have left a window open, a gust of wind blew through the workroom. He ran to check and close the offensive window. He returned to the spell and picked up the book, after putting the last few ingredients into his cup, he walked over to the fire and began the incantation as he threw the dry mixture into the pot.
There was an explosion of red and orange smoke from the pot. He looked down at the book resting in his arms and realized that the page he was looking at was not the correct one, the ribbon was quite few pages back. He realized with growing dread that the wind must have blown the pages! The air shimmered around him, a strong wind kicking up.
“What have you done?!?” Magor Lorne screamed at David from the doorway. Those were the last words David heard him say. He glanced down at the book and saw the words “Doomsday Spell.” What had he done, indeed? He looked over at Lorne, advancing towards him in a swirl of robes, an angry expression on his face.
Then the world exploded in a burst of red and orange light and smoke. There would be no love more potions for anyone, ever. He had destroyed everything.
“David. David,” Lorne was shaking him and calling his name. He opened his eyes and saw his mentor in the light of the single candle on the stool beside the bed. He was sitting on the edge of the narrow bed, gripping David’s shoulder tightly and looking at him with something akin to concern. “You were screaming. Bad dream?”
He drew his knees up to his chest. “The worst. I did a spell wrong and ended the world,” he admitted. “I accidentally cast a Doomsday Spell.”
“There’s no such spell.” Lorne ruffled his hair and smiled. “At least not where you could get your hands on it.”
“It was horrible. I tried to do something good and it all turned so bad.”
Lorne patted his arm. “Often the case. Our results don’t often match our intentions. You should try to sleep.”
“I couldn’t,” David gave a shudder and shook his head in denial.
“Then come and sit by the fire and keep me company while I finish the transcription for the Council.” The Magor stood and started for the door. After a moment’s consideration, David pushed off his blankets and bounded from the bed, following him.
When he walked into the work room, he asked, “What are you transcribing?”
“A primer on dragon training. It is actually rather interesting.”
David took the chair by the fire. “Could you read to me as you go, Lorne?”
And so David was lulled back to sleep a long while later by the sound of his mentor’s voice as he spoke of dragons and harnesses and perseverance.
The End