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Andre Kaland Delacroix
Delacroix Estate - Andre’s Study
After Meeting Draven in the Library
Shadows danced from the candlelight against his curtains. A single slit of sun shone into the office onto a shelf of dust and scattered parchment paper. Sitting in front of his long desk was Andre. He leaned forwards in his chair staring at the stone rat on the table in front of him. He hummed angrily as he failed a second time to bring the rat back to life. Statue or not, the creature had DNA and a life. It wasn’t always a statue.
The parchment to his side was filled with entries from the past months of the same failed attempts. His expertise in magic and his exceptional control, he was still failing to find a way to turnt stone to living. It irritated him since he’d already done spells much simpler and harder. Summoning and controlling hurricanes was a monstrous task that he had learned to handle with great difficulty. The spell definitely hadn’t been easy. So this one shouldn’t be so hard either.
A feather pen shot to his hand with brown and navy speckled magical essence. The goose quill was heavy in his wrinkled hand. The black ink beside the aging journel quivered as he dipped the pen in ink. A drop dripped off the pen onto the parchment as he moved and he sighed. Making a mess and failing.
Stone to flesh: attempt 104: failed
Mouse turned to stone with perfect ease. Attempted to magically preserve the DNA of the statue. Statue refused to discover attempted preserved DNA traits.
Future possibilities: slim. Perhaps more sophisticated DNA storage. Or pulling the strings of objects is more.
His writing was slow. It enraged him to have failed another attempt. After one-hundred and four attempts, he’d found nothing on turning stone to life.
Sadness shifted to annoyance then anger. How could he not be good enough to find a spell? The emotions caused his hand to press harder on the paper as he wrote his notes on the failed attempt.
SNAP.
The tip of the goose quill snapped and fell to the paper. His eyes saw red as he stared at one of his favorite pens sit broken. “Damnit,” he snapped his voice raising. He tossed the broken pieces of the pen onto his desk and slammed his hands of the surface. Upon impact, it felt like a fourth dimension opened as his brown/navy magical magic filled the space in his vision in a grid-like pattern. As quickly as it’d appeared, the magic was gone.
Sitting frozen, Andre wondered for a moment. Looking at his desk in wonder, he reaches for the broken pen to throw them out and retrieve a new one but the pieces were gone. Looking at his desk frantically, he spotted the pen where it had been before he’d taken his notes in perfect shape, not snapped.
Wonder replaced the rage as he looked around the room. The stone mouse figure remained the same. Then his notes… his notes? The parchment was blank, no writing or his drop of messy ink were on the page. Around the room he looked, seeing things in the same places they had been moments before he started his notes. Almost like the world around him.. Or he himself had travelled back in time.
“My magic did that…” he murmurs in realization, his eyes becoming saucers of shock then excitement. “My magic did that?” His magic has made time move. He had just done something incredible.
