#do i think douxie is a sky lightning mage?

[fantasy2739]

Could you possibly do a one-shot where Douxie and Archie first meet? Btw, I LOVE your writing!! ^-^

Archie and Douxie meeting? Oh man I hope I’ve done it justice. I love them.

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Archie knew his father hadn’t been ecstatic when he’d chosen to be a cat. After all, being a familiar wasn’t the best profession. But wizards got to see all kind of cool things. Travel the world. Invent new magic. And Archie loved seeing new things. Not to mention the added bonus of escaping the walking pun factory he called dad. He’d left, going to find a wizard that he would happily follow. Familiars had a good sense for wizards. They had to, otherwise they’d never find anyone. He eyed a few wizards that he’d seen. Most were adults, who probably wouldn’t want him around. Some of the younger wizards were promising. Archie followed a couple for a few days but then they’d do something nasty, inappropriate or just be arrogant little sods. One had spotted him and kicked at him.

“Don’t come near me.” They hissed. “You’ll expose me.” Archie scampered away. He knew that magic was viewed... harshly. But he was a cat. He’d blend in. And he’d never expose his wizard. They were his friend life partner, and family. To betray them would be unthinkable.

He’d been looking for weeks, and while chasing rats and other small creatures was something, he was hungry. And lonely. None of the wizards had met his standards. He didn’t think they were too high but maybe he’d have to lower them. He slunk down an alleyway. A shadow loomed over him and he skirted back.

“It’s alright kitty.” A young voice said softly. They crouched down in front him and extended a hand. Archie could sense magic in this person and cautiously moved closer. The hand was small but comforting. “Awww poor kitty, you must be hungry.” Archie meowed at him. He was picked up by this person. They were short, most likely a child. They carried him to a small crevice near the city walls, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of town. He was set down next to a small bundle of blankets in a makeshift shelter. Archie looked up at this child. They couldn’t have been more than eleven. They had black hair and yellow eyes. Odd, humans didn’t tend to have yellow eyes. They looked half starved, pale and dark shadows circled their eyes. They shuffled around a little, looking for something before locating it. Rat on a stick. It looked chilled but the boy lit a small blue flame. “It’s not much.” They put the rat in front of Archie. He nibbled at it, finding it not bad.

“Thank you.” Archie said politely. The boy blinked, staring at him wide eyed.

“You... you can talk?” He stuttered. “You’re a talking cat.”

“Talking dragon actually.” Archie corrected. “I can shapeshift.”

“That’s....” The boy started, his eyes were practically sparkling. “That’s so cool!” Archie smiled at the boy. Maybe this was someone worth sticking with.

“I’m a familiar.” Archie explained.

“A what?” The boy asked.

“A familiar.” Archie repeated. “A wizards associate. We bond with wizards and act as their companions. Advisors, friends, even family.” The boy’s eyes had widened even further.

“Are you uh bonded?” He asked, trying to get the right terminology.

“No, I’m currently looking for a wizard.” Archie said. The boy slumped against the wall of his make shift home.

“There aren’t many wizards about.” He said. “At least, none that I’ve met.”

“No master to teach you?” Archie asked. The boy glanced down at the floor.

“If I could, I’d go to Camelot.” He said. “There’s a wizard there, Merlin Ambrosius. I’ve heard he’s one of the most powerful wizards in the world. I want to be taught by him.”

“Why can’t you go to Camelot?” Archie asked, curious.

“It’s really far, I don’t think I’d make the journey.” The boy admitted. Archie nuzzled up against the boy. He looked surprised but stroked Archie. They settled into a cosy sleep.

Archie decided to stick with the boy. He was... nice.

“What’s your name?” The boy asked.

“Archibald.” Archie replied. “But you can call me Archie. And you?”

“Hisirdoux.” The boy said. He scrunched his nose up at it. Archie noticed and wondered if he didn’t like it.

“Too long. What about Douxie?” Archie asked. The boy looked down at him and considered it.

“Douxie.” He repeated. He smiled. “I like it.”

“So Douxie, how would you feel about a familiar?” Archie asked, winding himself around the boys legs.

“You want to bond with me?” Douxie asked in surprise. “Are you sure?”

“No one else fed me.” Archie said slyly. “You seem nice enough. And I’d like to meet this Merlin.”

“You’d be better off going alone.” Douxie said quietly. “I’m not a good wizard.”

“Nonsense. You’re still learning aren’t you?” Archie pointed out. Douxie fiddled with his clothes a little. He didn’t seem reassured. “Douxie, why do you want to be a wizard? You could hide your magic, lead a normal life?”

“Are you kidding?” Douxie asked. “Magic is... it’s wonderful. It’s everything. When I first felt my magic it was so freeing. I felt like I could do anything. To hide it, it wouldn’t be me. Magic is like the vastness of the sky but with the thrill of a lightning storm. You know.” Archie smiled.

“I think I do.” He said, rubbing himself against Douxie. “To you, magic is freedom?”

“Isn’t it to you?” Douxie asked. Archie considered it.

“Yes it is.” He agreed. “And it’s what I want to do. See the world, do as I please.”

“That sounds like a good life.” Douxie sighed.

“Why don’t we go?” Archie asked. Douxie looked down at him.

“Go?”

“I want to travel and you want to meet Merlin.” Archie said. “I think our goals are aligned.”

“So that’s it. We’ve known each other for less than a day and now we’re going on an adventure.” Douxie said.

“I’ll go if you do.” Archie said with a smirk. “Partners?”

“Partners.” Douxie agreed.