No Mistakes Made

by PurpleVioletBloom

Septimus Heap wasn't switched with Merrin Meredith when the nurse went to picked him up. He was raised by DomDaniel instead of being in the Young Army. He'd grown up in the Badlands, in the influence of Darke Magyk. How would the future change? (It is rated T because I am a bit paranoid...)

1. Memories Growing Up

Flamey here... Again... And please, please, please, give me some reviews. Criticism is welcome.

I do not own Septimus Heap...

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"Dead!" The Matron Midwife cried, carrying a baby boy wrapped in cloth and dashing out the door. "Dead! Dead at birth!" She ran out the door, disappearing into the night.

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The nurse snatched up the baby from the cradle, striding out the door of the nursery. Rich brown eyes stared at the nurse, uncomprehending of what was happening. The nurse looked down at the child, giving him a pained smile. She looked anywhere except for the child's eyes, which were still full of innocence, unknowing for what was to come.

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The young boy's mentor watched in satisfaction as the boy's eyes turned a shade of green, at the mere age of four. The seventh son of a seventh son, the one born with great magykal power. The one destined for greatness, and one that deserves no less.

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After a rigorous training session on Reverse spells, black specks appeared in the once startling green eyes of the young child. The black specks grew over time, until the original green was completely gone. But once in a while, green would flash through the eyes of the seven year old boy as his emotions overcame him.

The child had also received his apprentice robes on the same day, dark green bordered with black. Intricate runes embroidered on the robe, with black silk thread.

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The boy had now seen nine summers, and he moved and spoke with a confidence that is rarely seen in children of his age. His voice twinkled like a clear summer day, unfitting of his environment. A smile would grace the other inhabitants once in awhile, as they watched the energetic boy bounce around the dank and dark Badlands.

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On the day of his tenth birthday, his mentor had let him travel outside of the Badlands for the first time. He was sent out with the Hunter, to track down the princess. The boy couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the young girl. The hunter was a ruthless man, using all means to achieve his goal. He would stop at nothing until his job was complete.