C2

(General POV)

Inside a great hall with a sitting around a long table were three people. The first was a middle-aged man with black hair and a beard. He had a claw mark on the lower left side of his jaw. He was wearing a jester outfit and a small cloth covering his eyes.

The second was a middle-aged woman with short brown hair and brown eyes, a farmer's tan. she was wearing a dress that was cut and dirtied in some places; she seemed to be on guard against the man as she held a stick in one hand.

The final person positioned between the first two was a small boy no older than nine with short brown hair and eyes. He was dressed in farmers garbs with patches on the knees and elbows. He was fidgeting nervously, not knowing how to dispel the awkward atmosphere.

Since the events that happened at the door, not even ten minutes had passed, and not even a word had been said. Thragnor seemed to be content with just sitting there playing with his wine glass as if he had all the time in the world.

Not being able to bear the silence any longer, Myrddin was the first one to talk.

"So Urm, I see you have cleaned up in here," he said with a slightly nervous chuckle at the end; he didn't know what to talk about, so he brought up the first thing that caught his eyes.

"Hmm, yes, I didn't think it looked pleasing to the eyes any longer, so I cleaned up a bit," Thragnor said with a small smile, still playing with his wine glass.

"Well urm yes, it looks nice", Myrddin said before looking into his glass of water, the silence returning shortly after.

"So might I enquire why you have paid me this visit?" Thragnor said with a happy tone as if the awkward atmosphere didn't affect him. "Not to mean it's a bad thing, just a pleasant surprise, you could say."

"Myridd had said there was an impressive book collection in the castle, and I thought it's worth a look," Aela said.

Raising from his seat Thragnor takes a sip of his wine before walking towards the library, talking on the way. "yes, over the years, I have compiled quite the collection."

Stopping halfway there, he turned around and, with a confused look, saw that they hadn't gotten up to follow him.

"come along now. You don't have all day, do you?" he said before continuing his walk towards the library. Not glancing at them to verify if they got up, he could hear the scuffling of feet behind him.

"Now, where was I? Oh, the library! Yes, after many years of search, I had managed to collect all the books the lands had to offer. I've even added a few of my own to the collection" stepping through into the library, he spun around, spreading his arms wide, he carried on. "feel free to use the library during your stay. At the same time, I don't know how it holds up during the current age. I do hope you find it satisfying."

After saying his piece, he twirled around and started to head towards the closest bookshelf at the top. It reads, 'Research' though it seemed to be crammed with a series of books called 'the lusty argonian maid'.

Myrddin seemed to be curious about what the books entailed, but before he could reach the shelf, his mother dragged him away towards a different bookshelf shooting Thragnor a disapproving look.

It didn't take them long to get invested in the books they picked up; Thragnor seemed to be in a world of his own doing his little research, and Aela and Myrddin each grabbed a book from a shelf. That was labelled 'arcane.'

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(Aela POV)

I didn't know what to expect when Myrdd asked me to accompany him to the castle, but this was not on the list, Thragnor, the man just seemed off; his casual use of magic without a wand is interesting; however, should the church hear of this it would put Myrdd and me in severe danger.

Having come from a long line of wizards and witches, it isn't easy to hide our magical capabilities, and it's only getting harder with Myrdd's magical outbursts that only seem to increase with the passing day.

Before, I could only hope that we could last until he turned eleven so I could send him off to the new institute that had been set up in Scotland, where I've heard it is safe, after which I would have gone into hiding; however, now I might have to change my plans.

While, as Myrdd put it, this man is weird, he doesn't seem to be bad. He has this distinct feeling about him that makes you calm. It's like when near him, the flow of time and mundane worries of the world don't matter.

Though another big reason for my change of plans is for the library, it is massive, effortlessly holding more books than I could ever dream of; after spending a few hours reading from a few bookshelves, I had noticed some oddities, first of all, most, if not all, of the books I read, had mentioned a land called Skyrim in some form even going so far as to produce maps and history detailing the country.

Getting curious about this 'Skyrim', I looked for more books on the topic. It only served to amaze me, creatures and plants I had never heard of, magic beyond my wildest dreams, and the thing that surprised me most was sitting across from me reading, Thragnor, a man that had a story too bizarre for me to think it's true but no matter how I looked at it the books are too detailed to be false.

He was admired, feared and worshipped as a God, a man who killed a dragon dubbed 'world eater' without a challenge, a man who held everything in his hand. Yet, here he is, acting like an average person; I would have thought they were two separate people if it hadn't been for the drawing inside the book; it didn't make sense no matter how much I thought about it, it wasn't reasonable.

"Why?" I had to know why such a man was so unbothered by everything.

"Why what?" he answered back, barely looking up from his book.

"Why are you so calm, so relaxed about everything? Why aren't you grand or arrogant? Just why?" I said in a tone of desperation, why does a man who could do anything choose to do..... Nothing.

"I was in the past," he said, a fond smile spreading across his face, "I saw the world as a game. I did what I wanted; I killed, stole and caused chaos to my heart's content, collecting anything that caught my eyes, and nobody could stop me, nobody, however, one day I realised, what is the point? Why am I even doing this? I am a man with all the time in the world, yet, I was rushing; everything I achieved, everything I knew, the slight feeling of happiness I had, it didn't last, so I sought other means of enjoyment. Still, nothing I did worked, until one day I found it, the lives of those I once took, how they grew and what shaped them into being them, that is what interested me and, in turn, shaped me, it is why I'm so calm and relaxed and not arrogant; it is because I am but a spectator, a man who has all the time in the world."

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A/N: here you go, folks, character development or establishment?

How did I do?

I'm still learning and would love to hear your thoughts on my work; it's turning out to be a slower pace than I first thought, but I like how it's turning out so far. Thanks for the support!

Ps I think I'm going to be able to fit writing chapters in on Monday and Sunday as they are my days off so woop woop.