DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sofia the First nor do I claim to. I just like the show and wanted to write a little something for it. However, I do own the OC Zwick as well as the concept of the Rune Mage I'll be using for this story.
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The summer heat this year was unbearable, Cedric mused removing the yellow ribbon around his neck and stuffing it in his robe pocket. He was in the palace library looking through the shelves for any books that could explain why he had lost his magic after nothing in his own could.
In hindsight from the time he woke up, he hadn't been able to feel his powers, the usual buzz of energy gone. After perusing a long misused section he gave up, nothing here was going to help him.
"Cedric?" someone called from the main hall of the library.
"Coming, father," Cedric answered walking to the railing to look down at the elder Sorcerer.
"Hello son," Goodwin greeted looking up, "I heard about what happened the other day," he said hands tucked in his sleeves, "I came to see how you're doing?"
Cedric was stunned, "what!?" he asked.
"I asked how you're doing and I get a question in reply," Goodwin remarked with a smirk.
"Sorry father, I'm...alright," Cedric said, "the heat is getting to me today."
"It is a bit warm," Goodwin agreed, "come on down and let's get something to drink, we need to talk."
'That doesn't sound good,' Cedric thought, making his way to the stairway leading to the library entrance.
As Cedric walked down the stairs the ever-present tap of his cane, had the smirky smile Goodwin wore turning into a frown.
"What did I do now?" Cedric asked seeing the scowl and thinking it directed towards him.
"Nothing, well not nothing, it's of a different nature them what your thinking," Goodwin told him, meeting his son at the stair landing, "are you sure your alright? You seem a bit feverish."
"Oh, running around looking through books in the middle of summer can do that," Cedric laughed brushing it aside.
A moment after he said that, the cold touch of his father's hand was upon his forehead, "father, what are you doing?" he asked pushing it away.
"Cedric your burning," Goodwin stated.
"It's just the summer heat…"
"No son this is beyond that, come I am taking you to the doctor," Goodwin said taking Cedric's arm.
"No, not him I do not need to be dealing with that man today," Cedric told his father pulling free.
"If your mother were here I would take you to her, but alas she is not, so Zwick it is," Goodwin said pulling his wand free from his sleeve, "if walking there is out then magic we will use."
Goodwin waved the wand and both Cedric, and he disappeared in a puff of red smoke, only to reappear a moment later in the hall outside the medical ward. Cedric leaned heavily on his cane as he swayed a bit, nausea washing over him.
"See you are ill," Goodwin said as he steadied his son, before leading him into the room.
Zwick was working on a guardsmen ankle and reprimanding a second when the door creaked open. He stole a look between sentences and pushed the remaining words away.
"Alright, you are to spend the rest of the day in bed, here is a note for Miles and you are to make sure he gets there," Zwick ordered ushering them out, "you look like death warmed over," he said to the Sorcerer.
"I'm so not in the mood for this," Cedric hissed trying to turn away.
"Neither am I, but your here for a reason, so come along," Zwick told him taking his arm, "Goodwin sir would you please close the door and lock it."
"Lock it!? Whatever for?"
"Please do as I ask, it'll make sense in a few moments," Zwick said, he leads Cedric over to an exam table, "alright sit here for a moment," he told the younger Sorcerer.
Zwick wandered to the back of the room and pulled a small black bag from one the drawers; it made a metallic type sound as he moved it.
"What are you doing?" Goodwin asked as he came to stand by his son.
"A little test to confirm a hunch," Zwick said pulling a string of beads from the bag. He clasped the ends together, "put this on," he said handing the necklace to Cedric.
"Why?"
Zwick sighed, "because I need to know the stability of your magic," he said plainly.
"What!?" both Cedric and Goodwin asked.
"If I'm right this is a flare of the same fever you fought well unconscious, I had thought it broke, but you must have done something to aggravate it,' Zwick explained, "I'm going to guess you tried using both Rune magic and your wand?"
Cedric gave the man a confused look, "how did…"
"I'm hoping your magic stabilized on its own, and this fever is just that a fever, but I won't know for sure if you don't put this on," Zwick ordered.
Cedric handed his father his cane before reluctantly taking the string of beads and placed them around his neck. The brown glassy beads turned a shade of purple with a swirl of white.
"Damn," Zwick swore dashing over to the same drawer he had gotten the beads.
"What happened?" Goodwin asked.
Zwick didn't answer; instead, he withdrew a vile of a pale blue liquid, he rushed back to the men and handed it to Cedric, "alright drink this," he ordered.
"No, I humored you with the necklace, but I am most definitely not drinking that," Cedric snapped, pushing it away.
"By the stars man, you need to let people help you. I know for many years that was not something you experienced, but that has changed and so have you," Zwick almost yelled, "you're a child born of two worlds. Rune and Enchancian, you hold the magic of both, and they are fighting for supremacy, and it won't matter which wins if your body is unable to withstand the struggle."
Zwick took Cedric's hand and shoved the vile in his hand, "two options are before you, reject the potion and be dead within a month from your magic tearing itself apart or take it and let me stabilize your magic." Zwick laid out before him, "the choice is yours, though I think a certain Princess would be devastated by one of those options."
"Now wait a damn minute," Goodwin bellowed, "I don't know who you think you are, but there is no way I will let my son listen to such nonsense."
"That's enough father," Cedric interjected, "how do you know anything about my magic?"
"I can use Rune's as well," Zwick said summoning a gold Rune in his hand, "now drink or not?"
Cedric uncorked the vile and downed the contents, as Goodwin stared dumbfounded at the doctor, "this is why I wanted the door locked," Zwick hissed at the man.
"That is awful," Cedric said handing the empty vile back to the doctor, "what is it?"
"It's not supposed to, it medicine a numbing agent the process of rearranging one's internal magical pathways is excruciatingly painful," Zwick explained.
"Wait, WHAT!?" Goodwin exclaimed, "tell me what the hell is going on, right NOW!"
"I will once the procedure is underway, it will take several hours, so take a seat and be quiet for a moment."
Goodwin pouted and crossed his arms as he glared at the doctor.
"Is tha...poshion 'posed to make me…'izzy?" Cedric slurred, cradling his head.
"Only for a little bit as it works its way through your system, lie down so I can start," Zwick said helping the younger man.
Once settled Zwick waved his hand, and three green Runes sprang to life, the center one larger than the others, a set of similar rings appeared around Cedric.
"You can start with the bombardment of questions anytime," Zwick said as he moved different symbols along the green ring's.
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