Magic 101 [Part 2]

You wake up, wishing you hadn’t as a throbbing pain pulses through your skull. Your thinkpan is mush as you groan, struggling into a sitting position.

Where the hell…?

You open your eyes groggily, senses coming back along with a rush of memory.

OH MY GOG THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!

You internally scream when you feel the roll of waves shift the entire room around you, twisting your stomach and your bloodpumper hammers in your chest as your [b/c] eyes flash open as wide as they can go without popping out. Your hand instantly reaches up to clutch your necklace but all it finds is a smooth fabric and look down. You are wearing a white, clean button-down, long-sleeved shirt that is a little too big and reaches down to the middle of your thighs as well as a pair of black dress pants. Your necklace isn’t around your neck, making it feel bare and vulnerable, so you look around the cabin quickly in search of it. The large room is very nicely furnished, even though everything is purple which only further proves your theory. You were trollnapped by the prince of the sea.

Your digestive sac drops down to your feet. You can’t tell if it is because of the nauseating rocking of the boat or the sickening realization that you are stranded in the middle of the ocean with a royally-blooded psychopath. Probably both.

You don’t think about who could have changed you from your rags into these simple, but nice clothes or what else they could have done while you were unconscious as you swing your legs over the side of the bed and look around, watching the staircase that probably leads up to the deck of this massive vessel and listen for footsteps. After the coast seems clear for now you stand up quietly, the wooden floor is uncomfortably cool beneath your feet as you trip over the slightly-big pants in an attempt to shuffle around the room.

Where the hell is your necklace?!

You sigh in frustration, running a hand through your hair and roll up the sleeves to your elbows and pull on a pair of boots you find near the door, thankfully those are right around your size a and you tuck your pants legs into your boots and look up the stairs, should you dare to go up the stairs?

You take a large breath of air, holding tightly to the railing as the boat sways beneath your feet and you feel uncharacteristically unsteady and unsure of your footing. You are incredibly nervous as you edge up the spiral stairs and towards the door. You take a final deep breath and rally your courage as your fingers close around the door handle and turn letting the door open on its own and peer out.

Oh… my… GOG.

Well, you are on the ocean, completely surrounded by it. You hold even tighter to the railing until your knuckles are white, feeling small and helpless in such unfamiliar surroundings and you pale a bit but recover your composer quickly.

Maybe not regain it but pretend that you aren’t freaking out internally as much as you are right now. You can’t focus on that because one of the crew members walks towards you, his chilling blues slice through you as he stares you down, making you feel small and uncomfortable as well as afraid. “Captain’s up there.” His gruff voice startles you and you jump, faint amusement crosses his eyes but disappears and he point up the stairs, you guess he must be at the controls and nod, “Don’t get any funny ideas, lowblood. His highness will not tolerate any misbehaving from his guests.” You swallow, understanding the warning and nod thanking him quietly as he goes back to work and hold tightly to the railing as you walk up the stairs.

You hear the seadweller before you see him. More specifically, you hear his cape as it bellows behind him with the wind. You look to the right and there he is, but he doesn’t notice you yet as you stand off to the side, struggling to keep your feet under you as the boat rocks. You watch him for a good two minutes before he notices you.

He is handsome, with sharp features. He is lean, but still muscular, he is REALLY attractive, and you can’t believe he doesn’t seem to be bothered by the swaying of the boat since he is barely moving because of it. You try not to let this affect you, overpowering the physical attraction with anger towards his kind, and anger that he had the nerve to trollnap you, for now it works.

He finally notices you staring and smirks making you glare. “Like wwhat you sea?” You say nothing and he chuckles, leaving the wheel of the large ship and walks towards you, so you back away instinctively. Your bloodpumper beats even quicker as your back hits the railing and he stops inches away from you. He towers over you, making him quite intimidating as he sneers at you, “What’s wrong landwweller? You look pale. Are you a little too far from your rundown hivve? You’ll get used to it, I wwill assist you.” You glare up at him bravely, “I don’t want your help! Why did you trollnap me?!” You wait for the answer you knew you would get, but you just want to hear how he justifies it, or won’t, either way your blood will boil with platonic hatred. Strictly professional hate.

You captor chuckles and grabs you grin, making you hiss as he forces you to tilt your head and examines your face as if it holds the secrets to what he wants, “You havve something I wwant. Teach me your magic.” You glare up at him, “No!”

He seems delighted by your resistance and grins, okay, now you are kind of scared.

His hand wraps around your neck and you gasp, eyes widening as you struggle to breath and claw at his wrist. “W-what are you doing!?” You squeak out as he lifts you off your feet and swings you over the side of the boat so you dangle over the sea and you grab at his wrist desperately, terrified.

He continues grinning, a chilling look in his eyes that makes you think he is going to drop you and you struggle to come up with a spell, any spell that can save you from drowning and you feel is grip loosen. “Are you shore you wwon’t teach me? From wwhere I am standin, you don’t havve any ground to stand on to resist me, so, wwill you teach me noww?” His smug look increases as you swallow your pride and nod.

He pulls you back onto the deck and drops you, causing you to stumble right into him as you breath in air. Some of the crew that stopped working to watch resumed their duties and you look up at the troll.

“Good, meet me in my quarters in an hour.” He leaves you standing there and heads to where you could only guess is his quarters, and you walk shakily back to your cabin.