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.
_[ STORY ]_
"Twas once mine shall be thous, Twas power given shall be passed again, by hand of elder to one of flesh, innocence still held in heart.
Mind free from thought, but of your own, let thine heart be thine guide down a path of light and dark.
Use these powers mysterious in birth to protect thine self and others or so they be thine downfall.
"Be it known I Rothschild grandson of Kimberly, grandfather to Cedric pass on Mignola's mantle to you Cedric son of Winifred," Rothschild finished and opened his eyes.
Rings and word written in purple light wound its way around the small frame, Rothschild looked at the back of the hand he had been holding, a complete rune sat hovering just above the skin, with a quick breath the runes vanished, and nature went back to normal.
The biting cold made itself known to the older man, he looked at his burnt hand and tattered sleeve, he had used a great deal of strength in the transfer ritual, but Rothschild knew he needed to get his grandson back inside.
He heaved him up into his arms as the boy stirred, "grandpa?" he questioned.
"Shush my boy, close your eyes I'll have you inside in a moment," Rothschild told him walking up the stone stairs.
By luck or divine intervention he made it inside without being seen, the last thing he needed was to explain what he was doing walking the castle grounds in the middle of the night with a sick child. Though not so much anymore in the bright light of the winter moon Rothschild could see color returning to the boy's checks.
The sound of chirping birds was what Goodwin first heard when he woke up; he groggily rubbed at his temple when a thought struck him.
"CEDRIC!?" he cried jumping from his chair, the bed was empty, he ran from the room.
Halfway down the stairs, he stopped the panic leaving him as he found his father in law, curled into an armchair Cedric cradled in his arms, both covered in a heavy blanket.
"I found them there not long ago," Winifred said from her seat at the workbench, "I can't believe I managed to doze off. Honestly, I don't care it looks as if Cedric is going to be fine," she told her husband.
"Is he?," Goodwin questioned taking a closer look and seeing healthy skin and even breaths, "It was a bad bout of pneumonia, I thought we were going to lose him," he told his wife hugging her.
"I was so worried about him," Winifred told Goodwin hugging him back.
Goodwin released her and approached the sleeping pair, taking his son from Rothschild, Goodwin brought him back upstairs.
"Dad, wake up," Winifred cooed shaking his shoulder slightly.
He jumped clear out of his seat at the touch, before crumbling to the floor, "good lord Winfred, you scared the daylights out of me," he said from the floor.
"Is everyone alright?" Goodwin called from the balcony; he had come to see what had fallen.
"All's well," both Winifred and Rothschild called.
"Alright, come up when you get a chance, Winifred," Goodwin said.
"Okay be there in a moment," she said, "father what happened to your hand?" she asked noting the bandage.
"You know me and my clumsiness. I'm always doing something to hurt myself this time it was tripping into the stonework of this tower. It needs a good buffing," Rothschild lied through his teeth, hoping his good fortune held up.
Winifred didn't quite believe him, but she knew if she pushed he would clam up like always when it came to his mysteries injuries, "I agree it could use a polish. Try and get some sleep, your eyes are black. Your not a young man anymore," she said heading up the stairs.
The cracking in his back agreed with that statement as he picked himself up, his legs felt like jelly. Once off the floor, there was one last thing he needed to do.
Find a way to give Cedric Mignola's spell book.
'Wassailia was in a few weeks maybe I could give it as a gift,' he thought making his way downstairs to his room, 'Cedric loves collecting peculiar magical items as long as it's passed into his hands I've completed my duty.'
"But first a nap," he said aloud.
"GRANDPA!" Cordelia yelled bounding down after him.
'Well, there goes that,' Rothschild thought, turning to face the child who babbled on about all the things she would like to do with him that morning.
'Naps can wait, I have a family to spend time with,' on that final thought he allowed Cordelia to drag him off to play some game he had never heard of.
_[ ~FIN~ ]_
Note: Rothschild is my OC.
