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After a short discussion, the pair again fell into silence; however, unlike last time, it wasn't an awkward one but a calm silence.

Which was broken with a shout of pain and panic originating from the upper floors of the library; a look of worry on her face Aela seemed to be halfway up the stairs before the scream had even finished.

What greeted her only seemed to add to her worries; Myrddin was on the floor clutching his eyes as a scroll lay to his side.

Looking at the scroll, Thragnor raised a brow in surprise. The scroll was made from a gold-like metal with purple gems embedded in the side and intricate runes lining the case, being the same size as Myrddin himself.

"Well, I had forgotten about those," Thragnor said with a nervous chuckle, walking forwards. He grabbed the scroll and placed it on the weapons rack next to him.

Turning towards Myrddin again, Thragnor saw Aela trying to comfort him while waving her wand back and forth, most likely casting a healing spell.

"Ah, I don't think that will do anything for the boy." He explained; making his way over, he crouched down next to him, taking away his hands covering his eyes Thragnor looked to think for a moment.

"Oh! It would appear you are a lucky kid."

"How is any of this lucky!" Aela said in a raised voice, looking like a mother bear protecting her cub, "can't you see he's hurt." She asserted.

"Hmm? No, no, he is lucky! Lucky that he hasn't gone permanently blind, the scroll he had read would have destroyed any average person's mind and blinded a strong person."

Thinking about it, Thragnor found it strange that Myrddin had managed to survive reading one of the scrolls; he, however, decided it was probably best to leave it until Myrddin got healed up.

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(Myrddin POV A few minutes earlier)

Slipping away from mother and Thragnor, I started to explore the upper level; climbing up the stairs with my little body was difficult, but I managed to make it.

Once I reached the next floor, I noticed the distinct lack of bookshelves, though, in their place, it was cabinets and weapon racks lining the walls. Looking at the cupboards, I found stacks of paper and writing supplies.

Checking a few more, I only found more of the same, 'this must be his writing area?' I guessed; looking over at the table with some half-written books, I manoeuvred my way to it.

Grabbing one off the table, I started to read them one at a time; it seemed they all talked about one topic, something called an 'Elder Scroll.'

Looking around the room, I managed to spot three scrolls that fit the description of the Elder Scrolls on a weapons rack across from me; seeing no harm in taking a peek, I grabbed the closest one to me, studying the case it was in I realised what the books said about it being a work of art wasn't wrong.

Not only that, but it seemed to pulse with magic that drew those around it to take a peek at what was inside, and I did just that.

"Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed in pain; it felt like somebody had ripped my eyes from their sockets, and at the same time, shoved seemingly endless knowledge of dragons into my brain.

Through the pain, I had managed to hear mother rushing to my side, trying to help in any way she knew how; I also was able to listen to the faint voice of Thragnor as he moved my hands from my eyes.

Sadly this only to further increased my panic as I now realised that the all-consuming darkness around me was a product of my lack of vision and not my hands blocking the light.

Feeling somebody pick me up, I immediately recognised the warm embrace of my mother and clutched onto it as if it would somehow dissipate should I let go.

I was scared; for the first time in my life, I learnt what it was like to be afraid, and I hated it, the feeling of not being able to do anything, the pure anguish that threatened to consume my entire being at my lowest point that was when mother and Thragnor comforted me, like a shining light that brightens up the sky.

Slowly as the pain started to leave and the light shines in, I felt a sudden urge to sleep that seemed impossible to thwart as the drowsiness came to me; I was calm, knowing mother was by my side.

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(3rd person POV)

Inside a sizeable luxurious room surrounding a bed was two people. One was a slightly tanned middle-aged woman dressed in a dress. Her expression was shrouded in worry as she held the hand of the child in the bed.

The other person in the room was a middle-aged man with a neatly trimmed black beard and hair. He was wearing a jesters outfit with a blindfold over his eyes; however, unlike the lady, he didn't seem to be too worried about the situation as he maintained a calm smile on his face.

"There is no need to worry while in normal circumstances the elder scroll would be harmful to those that read them; however, it would appear that the kid is anything but normal," Thragnor spoke up, diffusing the silence that had built up after entering the room.

"What do you mean?" Aela said in a confused tone, not taking her eyes off Myrddin; she had a rough idea about what he might mean. She didn't want to bring it up unless forced.

Managing to pick up on her reluctance to talk about the matter, Thragnor gave a small smile and didn't push the topic, making some small talk while checking the kid for any internal damage.

Leaving the room with them together, Thragnor headed out of the castle towards the docks of the small island, changing clothes to a hunters outfit while also equipping a hunters bow and knife.

Looking out at the open sea, his form seemed to shift and morph into a swarm of bats that started to travel towards the landmass in the distance going at speeds that should generally be impossible for such a creature.

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A/N: not feeling too well this week, so only one chapter; however, I will try to make next weeks chapter/s longer for you all.

I would love to hear what you guys think of my characters and story so far, so write reviews or comments; I COMMAND THEE!!!!