a/n: This was inspired by this prompt: post/114531431275/022

Forgive me if I make any grammatical errors, I was typing this thing at 2 am (; o_o)

Prologue

Arthur was an introvert. As society would like to call him, he was the kind of person to ignore people and special occasions with dozens of people. He loathed the boisterous noise that sprung from one's lips or the stabbing whispers of gossiping women and sometimes men.

However, Arthur wasn't just an introvert. He was a shut-in. Introverts can interact with people for a short period of time but he was different. He would confine himself in his family's manor than to interact with any human that wished to entertain himself with idle chat. After all, he was a different case.

He was a wizard, declaring that to a crowd of ignorant humans would be like opening your arms to crucifixion. He could blend in the crowd, yes, but he flinched at the thought of becoming someone's play thing, a commercial magician, or be displayed on the news like he was some sort of ancient artifact. He wouldn't want to be like his brothers; using magic as their form income- what a joke.

Arthur loved solitude. Arthur preferred the feeling of his soft velvet couch on his back, and he would kick back on it like a taut rubber band being flicked to its normal bend. With a book in hand, he imagined himself drifting away from this twisted void of a world, alone. And most of all, he would have Lucy with him. Lucy was his companion, and his only source of socializing. Although she only mewls and purrs at him, it's better than being jabbed at with hidden insults and other human jargon. It's the best option compared to living in the city with humans.

That's why he made a choice to stay in the family's manor, few miles away from the city. Away from humans and strangling polluted air that wafted through the windows. He departed from the city that broadcasted conspiracies and a crowd of people who do not know how to appreciate the weight of sorcery.

Arthur had it. Who knew one phone call can ruin your day. He raided the drawers of his nightstand furiously as he recalled the words that were told on that call.

It's almost like you've never existed at all.

Why did Allistair give a fuck about his life? Did he just call Arthur out of spite or did he come to boast about his fortunes in the city? Arthur growled under his throat as he clenched his fists on the duvet, where Lucy sat, her emerald eyes casted downward to her owner.

"I don't need to become famous like that bastard. It would be like when mother and father were alive again. Seeking attention then not getting in the end."

Lucy tilted her head and shifted closer to her owner's mop of blond hair, as if she was comforting him. Arthur reaches his hand, and then trailed her back gently. She was a listener; thank God his cat was such a good listener. For a while he soothes himself by the touch of Lucy's fur then his eyes drifted to his side.

The Picture of Dorian Gray was caught by his hand, and then he flipped through the pages while an idea sprung to his head. An epiphany hit him hard and he stopped stroking Lucy's back. If Dorian managed to make an impossible wish come true, why couldn't Arthur do that to? He knew his power came with great responsibility but it was of great importance to use it now. Yes, it was his responsibility to run away from the rest of the world.

He strode to his basement with Lucy at his heels. He unlatched the door and approached the old wooden podium where his incantation book laid. He flicked through the pages while Lucy looked expectantly up at him. His lips pursed as he found the mantra that will make his wish come true. It was in Latin though, but it was something Arthur can fix if he made the right words. Arthur inhaled deeply and pressed his hands on the book. Lucy was sitting near his foot now, as if she was clinging to him.

"Take me to a land never fathomed by those of this realm. Grant my plea and unbound me from the chains that bind me here," Arthur glanced at the book blindly reciting the foreign words, "Veteris alibi. Ex libris. Ex nihilo nihil fit. Send me to a world where I am destined to be."

A ring of light surrounded Arthur's head and suddenly his peridot eyes glowed a haunting yellow as the room trembled. Lucy was mewling in pain and Arthur swore the sound of her voice deepened as he repeated the chant. His vision was fading and there was a ringing in his ears but it was worth the pain because the next time he woke up; he would be somewhere else and far away from his dull boring life.

End of Prologue

a/n: Idk how Latin works urgh. But anyway, feel free to review this ,':)