•The Little Dark One Ch.1• (Continued)

Yeah I'll keep this short, just a continuation to the first chapter- and it'll be the end of the first chapter too! So yeah enjoy reading!

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Somewhere around the outskirts of the kingdom of Mewni... Away from the guards that were lost in the crowd of people that they last spotted Keiran at, deep the forest... In a small clearing stood Keiran in shock and awe as he looked at the newly found wand that was hidden under the rock lid... He kneeled down again nervously and scared of touching it, his shaky hands slowly reached towards the wand. As his fingers were about to touch the wand, an aberration appeared behind him and touched his shoulder gently. His hands were cold and suspiciously soft... He looked back and saw the thing and jumped back away from him raising his hand up in defence. The spirit laughed and smiled looking at him.

"I never ed you being a coward, Ciarán..."

The spirit was floating a couple of millimetres off the ground... He floated over to him, avoiding drifting over the wand. He looked at the wand and flicked his head towards Keiran who was in some shock of seeing him... Keiran looked closer and got up to inspect him, he squinted his eyes to get a better look on him to realise that it's no one other than his grandfather that stood there laughing again.

"Took you a while Ciarán! Well- it isn't your fault... The last time you gazed upon me is when you were barely able to walk..."

Keiran looked at him and smiled, he tried to hug him but went through him and almost stumbled and fell again. He looked back and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment

"Hehe- sorry grandpa! Forgot that you're... Just a spirit..."

He looked quite sad for a minute until his grandfather drifted back to him and held his shoulder. He ruffled his hair teasingly knowing that he doesn't like anyone to touch his hair, Keiran bore with it and stood still nonetheless... He brushed his hair back and looked at his grandpa smiling.

"What brought you here? Are you here to teach me your spells?"

He said excitingly, his grandfather was the best and most skilled butterfly to ever handle a wand... Unfortunately, he wasn't here to teach... But to warn of the consequences of holding that wand. He slowly kneeled down to grab the wand and showed it to Keiran up close who seemed to be interested in touching it, his grandfather pulls it in before he could grab it.

"Listen Ciarán... This... Is not a normal wand... I made this wand so I can be able to do some. Extraordinary and sinister deeds with it, and it's a burden is too heavy for you to handle at such a young age.."

Keiran who listened closely to him seemed to not believe him, but a part of him just couldn't bear knowing that his warnings never been a false one... He tucked his hand back to his body and looked at his grandfather that kept holding the wand... He looked at it and sighed.

"Sometimes, I wish that this unholy item never came to light..."

He looked back at Keiran who had an expression of dismay and curiosity... He heard stories, many actually about his wand. It had great power and held a high place in the world of war as a great weapon that every warrior had dreams of even establishing eye with, it had many names that struck fear and anguish in the hearts of its enemies, “The gate breaker” was one of them. It's been named that by its fearsome ability to break enemy gates and castle walls in a couple of strikes and blows if it's head... It had a good reputation against infantry too, but not the same good reputation with the enemies it met.

With such a weapon that could cause dismay and dreadful havoc and downfall of kingdoms... It made sense for him to hide it till someone of worth could hold it to serve the good of Mewman being and other beings too...

His grandfather, who suddenly grabbed Keiran's hand and placed it in his palms. It's smooth and thick feeling handle felt weird... It gave him the sense of power and importance that he wasn't really fond of, he looked at his grandfather as he tried to give it back to him by pushing it onto his hands but he kept giving it back.

"When the time is right, use it... And the power of a thousand soldier will be under your command. Goodluck my child."

he looked back as he faded into the bushes behind, Keiran looked at the wand and rapidly looked at his grandfather and called him to come back but it was already too late as he has left the scene...

He looked at the grip and huffed 'Well now I have you... And I'm scared of you! Haha...' He mumbled to himself as he tucked it away in his small pocket he looked at the ground and noticed that the removed stump and the holder were gone like they never even there, he went to the resting spot of the wand and jumped up a couple of hops to check if this isn't an illusion or some spell, it was really gone. He glanced around and huffed grimacing down the trail that led out of the forest, he huffed and went back to walking down the route back to Mewni as what he did wasn't really that planned out to stay out that long. His stomach was growling in hunger, he still didn't eat breakfast, unfortunately.

A few minutes ed after he met his grandfather, in between his hands is a forbidden weapon that was lost for many years, he thought on how his parents are gonna react to his story or their reaction to them seeing the "wand" in his palm... He sighed and looked down kicking the pebbles and gravel on the pathway as he arrives back at the town.

He walked in between the crowded shops and stands... Till he reached the stairs leading up to the grounds of the castle, he walked up slowly thinking on what his first words are gonna be, will it be a simple "hi" or a more comprehensive sentence that describes everything that happened in the last hour or two, he reached the top and looked around to see the guards that were approaching him to escort him, he rolled his eyes and raised his hand to stop them.

"Gosh- I'm fine, leave me alone please"

The guards back off and stepped back and gave way to him, they nodded and stood back at their guarding stations as Keiran walked past them angrily.

"Well, at least they listened-"

He stepped up to the door and pushed it open and looked around in the throne room... No one was there to his surprise... His eyes glared around as he stepped in and walked towards the throne

He looks around for his parents that weren't here for some reason, maybe they went off to search for him or they're in some other room. He walked to the corridor to his left and looks at the wand again... Holding it alone gives him chills as he rubbed it looking at it in fascination and amazement, he still didn't believe he was carrying it. A relic from the past in between his hands, a weapon only stories have mentioned... Something that is forbidden to be used even by the queen, he held it tightly and tucked it away and shook his head a bit to snap back to reality

"It's just a wand Kay- it's not gonna kill you-"

He mumbled as he laughed nervously, his laugh faded to a scared giggle at the end... He saw his grandfather use it once, and only once and to be fair... It wasn't a pleasant day nor experience. He reached his room and held the lever to open it and heard someone's voice calling out, he jumped and his eyes widened, surprised of the voice he looks to his left and sees a maid who seemed to be worried.

"I'm fine, I just... Need some time alone..."

He instantly pulls the lever and steps in before she arrives at the door, he closed the door and locked it. The maid stood before the door and knocked twice

"Are you sure you're doing well? You seem distu-"

"I'm FINE!"

He shouted and interrupted her in the middle of her sentence, she backed away from the door and walked away from the room and disappeared... He gave attention to the steps slowly fading away in the background, he exhaled as he sat on the mattress taking his shoes off and hurled it away towards the shoe cabinet as he laid down on the bed, he snatches the wand from his pocket and looks at it again.

Keiran's POV

"Why would he give it to me? Was I chosen- or destined to be someone more? Something tells me its not the end of this, something is acting up inside me. I can feel something stirring up in my guts trying to escape... I"m still worried... I'll try to keep this away from me for now..."

I dropped it in a drawer thinking no one might see it, then I ed that the maids clean my room every week and they might notice it sitting there. So I took it and glared around my area a while looking for "space where no one will check" So I looked at my cabinet, it was tall and it'ss easy to hide stuff in it. But it was too obvious… turning around to my bed, there stood a pillow that seemed like a perfect hiding spot for something small like a grip, but again. The maids change the sheets every weekend. I eventually keep it with me, but I'll try not to touch it -or hold it- for too long of time... I'll try to rest now. I'll think about this later, maybe discuss it with someone with a wider knowledge of such miscellaneous items...

End of chapter one...