A/N: Chapter 5 for you amazing people! Thank you for the beautiful comments and your follows!
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She looked up from the books, when the door to the library opened.
"Do you understand now?" The man asked and kneeled down in front of her.
She sat on the dark wooden floor, surrounded by dozens of old books. Morning light shone from the mosaic window behind her, painting her in a red and blue light. The candles around her had burned all night and were almost burned out.
The girl bit her lip and nodded, looking from the man down at the book in her lap.
"The history of magic," She began, "Persecution, forgotten only to be persecuted again and then hiding, living in fear and being forgotten once again..." She looked up at the man, "Why is it like that? Why did we let them kill and oppress us?" The girl asked confused, not understanding what she had read, "The old Religion; High Priestesses, druids, warlocks, dragonlords and a dozen of magical creatures at our disposal... why didn't we fight back properly? We've always been so much stronger than them..."
The man smirked and sat down, legs crossed, as he picked up a book.
"That's the question, isn't it?" He said with a small sigh, "My guess is morals and a misplaced respect for those without magic."
The girl huffed and put down the book.
"Screw that." She said and crossed her arms, "This isn't Harry Potter, they've hunted us down, tortured and killed us - for centuries. They don't deserve our respect."
She declared and stood up, heart pounding in her chest as she continued, "We're their superiors, they should be working for us, fear us. That's the natural order. Animals, humans and magicians."
The man looked up at her, not hiding his surprise and crooked a smirk. He let out a small laugh as he stood up.
"Well said, Moriah." He said and put a hand on the girl's shoulder, "We're gonna change that, you and I. It's high time magic demanded its rightful place in this world - on top of the food chain."
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Morgan turned down the volume of the tv, when he heard a knock on his door. Putting down the joint, he got off the couch to open.
"Arthur?" Morgan asked confused, seeing the man on the other side. It had been a while since Morgan had seen the detective. In fact, they hadn't had any contact since that night with the heavy make out, which thinking about it now, made Morgan feel embarrassed. He stared at Arthur as he stood in the hall, hair, face and clothes covered in dust, dirt and dark red spots, which looked suspiciously like blood, while carrying a scent of smoke with him.
"What happened to you?" Morgan asked, then suddenly remembered what had been reported in the news all day.
"Don't tell me; you were there?"
Arthur nodded and sighed tiredly, running a hand through his hair.
"Yeah." He mumbled, "I've been on the scene since last night and I was ordered by my colleagues to go home and get some rest..."
Morgan nodded in understanding and then let out a small chuckle, taking a step back letting the detective.
"You were told to go home and so, you came to my place?" Morgan asked with a crooked smile and headed for the small kitchen while Arthur threw himself on the couch. He let out a sound akind to a hum as answer.
"For some reason, I wanted to see you." Arthur mumbled into the couch pillow. Morgan took the two hot mugs and put one of them on the small table in front of Arthur, before he sat down in the chair. He watched the detective, as he sat up with a heavy groan and took the mug in his hands.
The two sat in a long, comfortable silence, as they sipped their coffee. Morgan then made a face.
"You really need a bath." He commented and took another sip non-chalantly. Arthur chuckled and started coughing when coffee went down the wrong place.
"Yeah. I guess I do." He replied in between breaths. Morgan put down the now empty mug and got up heading for his bedroom.
"I may have some clothes you can borrow while we wash yours." He said, as Arthur got up too and followed him.
Arthur rose a brow at Morgan as he handed him the clothes.
"Not really your size, is it?" He asked suspiciously. Morgan shrugged and walked past the detective, back to the living room.
"I have the occasional guests and some of them leaves behind things." He answered, as if it was the most normal thing, "Bathroom is in the hall. You can use whatever you need in there."
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Arthur felt the warmth of another body in his arms and against his chest. He heard the quiet breathing of another sleeping next to him. Felt a stomach slowly rise and fall under his hands. It was peaceful and soothing. The other seeming to fit just right against him. Arthur let out a small annoyed groan, feeling all too comfortable and not wanting to wake up just yet.
When the person next to him shifted and turned in his arms, Arthur forced himself to open his eyes.
At first he was surprised to see Morgan sleeping in his arms, however the surprise was quickly replaced by the strange familiar feeling he got whenever he was with the other man.
Arthur still couldn't explain how he felt this comfortable and safe with someone he'd only met a couple of times. He couldn't explain how he somehow knew about all the small movements and expressions of the other man or how his laugh and voice felt so familiar, as if he had heard it everyday for years.
Despite barely having spend any time with Morgan, Arthur felt as if he had known the younger man for years already.
He reached out carefully touching Morgan's sleeping face. His heart quickened it's pace as he felt the soft and warm skin under his fingertips.
Morgan shifted and mumbled something in his sleep, making Arthur pull his hand back. It was only then he realized what he was doing and sat up quickly.
Graphing his phone, Arthur saw the several calls and messages from Ashley. He cursed under his breath and stepped out of the bed.
This was really bad taste. He knew that, but damn it, he couldn't help it. Arthur didn't understand, but he needed to have Morgan close.
With a quick glance at the still sleeping Morgan, Arthur left the bedroom and headed to the balcony. It was still early morning and early winter, which meant the weather was getting colder by the day. Arthur shivered, his naked arms and chest shoving off goosebumps in protest to the cold winds.
Walking outside in nothing but a pair of thin night pants probably wasn't the smartest move, however he intended for the call to be short.
"It's me." Arthur said, when the phone was picked up in the other end.
"Arthur!" Ashley exclaimed, "Where the heck are you?! I've been trying to get a hold on you! I-"
"I know." Arthur interrupted, not really wanting to hear Ashley's angry rant, "I'm sorry. When I finally got off work, I was so tired, I crashed at a friend who lives close to the scene."
This of cause was a balant lie. In fact, Arthur's place was much closer to the scene than Morgan's. It had taken the better part of half an hour to walk to his place. However, rather than Ashley, Arthur had wanted to see Morgan.
"Who?!" Ashley demanded harshly. Arthur sighed impatiently and drove a hand through his hair.
"A new friend. You don't know him." Arthur told her, knowing she would calm down a little, learning that said friend was male.
"Really?" Ashley's voice was now completely changed, with a certain sweetness and curiosity, "If that's the case, I need to meet him."
Arthur made a face imagining the two meeting. Something told him that Morgan and Ashley wouldn't get along - at all. They just seemed to be too... different.
"Yeah." Arthur mumbled and turned to get back inside, "Anyway, I have work all day, I'll be home afterwards."
Hanging up, Arthur went to the small kitchen to make some coffee and get some warmth back into his body.
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"Where is he, Marian?!"
The boy saw two large men pushing his mother into the room, following her closely in a treathening manner. He took a step back, further into the cupboard, eyes still fixed on what little he could see through the crack. He met his mother's glance shortly before she turned to the men, giving them a hateful glare.
"I will never let you have him." His mother sneered angrily, "He does not belong with you."
The men chuckled and exchanged a look before looking back at Marian with glee in their dark eyes.
"That's were you're wrong, dear Marian." One of them said, "As the child of Nemeth, he does belong to us. He has to be raised under our guidance."
Marian shook her head stubbornly.
"How dare you?" She asked, her voice shaking with anger, "You killed Nemeth, called him a traitor for wanting out. Morgan isn't one of your children." She hissed, "He belongs with me, his mother and besides, he's-"
"Special." The other man finished and crooked a smirk, "Oh we know. We know all too well how special the traitor's child is. We've seen the prophecy. We know."
"The prophecy is bullshit." Marian countered, "Morgan has the purest of hearts. He would never-"
The boy gasped and held back a cry when one of the men reached out and his mother flew back, slamming against the wall. She dropped on the floor and clutched her troath, gasping for air.
"Well, imagine what your little boy will do, when that pure heart of his is broken over," The man paused and tightened his fist, as Marian coughed and tears appeared in her eyes,"and over and... over... We will have him one day, Marian. You can't hide him from us forever, not when you're dead..."
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A/N: This was a somewhat short chapter, but I hope you enjoyed it.
Hope this both explained a bit, like how magic became what it is and also hopefully this had you starting thinking and creating some questions too
Stay safe for New Years! See ya' next year!