Fianna’s Gambit

I’ll admit that caught me by surprise.  “What?  Why?”

Fianna started rambling.  “It’d just be Dahlia at first, but eventually all the others too.  She’s a perfect candidate for resurrection.  A powerful soul, a pure heart, and a desire to change things in the mortal world.  What else could we want?”

“But why, Fianna?  Why do you want to resurrect the apprentices?”

She interrupted her train of thought and stared deep into my soul.  A look of pure clarity.  “Because they don’t deserve this.  Yeah, they may each have their own shortcomings and misgivings, but deep down, they’re all pure of heart.  They don’t deserve to be stuck here with me for eternity.”

“And what about you, Fianna?  Are you included in that list?”

Her eyes deadened a little as I spoke.  “No, not at this point.  As long as my heart is bound to our master’s patch, I’m trapped.  And even if I was savable, I’m not so sure I deserve to be.  At least, not yet.”

A glimmer of hope escaped from her gaze of despair.  “But maybe…. Just maybe if I help you out with this, it’ll give me a chance at saving my soul.  And maybe some day I’ll see my heart off that patch and I can rest in peace.”

She looked back at me with a look of expecting the worst but hoping for the best.  “So?  What do you think?”

I sat in silence for a good long while before I finally gave her my answer.  “Okay.  Let’s do it.  But if somehow this is some kind of way to double cross me, Patches, or any of the other apprentices, I swear your heart will remain stitched to a patch for eternity.”

Fianna’s familiar smirk stitched its way across her face.  “Fine, that’s a price I’m willing to accept.  We have a deal.”

The Proposal

A light tap on my shoulder woke me up from what should have been a long, peaceful night of sleep.  I turned over and tried to go back to sleep, sure it was just a dream.

“Hey, I can tell you’re awake now, so stop trying to ignore me.  That last nudge took a lot of willpower for a spirit, you know.”

I opened my eyes to a now all too familiar red frizz and rolled back over.  “What do you want, Fianna?”

“Oh, nothing.  It’s just I couldn’t help but notice what you were doing today.  Quite a stunt, this whole patchwarden thing.”

“Fianna, get to your point.”

“Well, if you can do all these fantastic and wonderful things, maybe there’s other things you can do, too…”

“Fianna.  What.  Do.  You.  Want.”

“You know, maybe something like a resurrection spell…”

“What?  Why in the hells would you think I’d resurrect  you?”

“Me?  Oh, gods no, not me.  I want to help you resurrect Dahlia.”

Show and Tell

Patches sat slack-jawed as I continued to fill in and sketch over my old runes.  “How did you even think of that?”

“I’m not sure.  I figured out that the spells were compatible, so I started wondering just how compatible.  Turns out, the thread is pliable enough to apparently turn it into a liquid.  And the best part?  Doing this seems to be a pure form of magical translation.”  A myriad of pinks, blues, and reds splashed across the wall as I demonstrated.  Spell types I had never even heard of before were now dancing across my fingertips; magic I’d only heard of in ancient books now being displayed like parlor  tricks in Patches’ little hovel.  Prismatic flames, frozen shadows, holy hexes, downpours of light.

“This is just amazing.  You’ve somehow managed to converge two forms of magic that have been wholly separate for thousands of years.  You’ve made something completely new, some kind of patch-runey-mage-warden kind of thing.”

“I was kind of thinking the name patchwarden sounded best.  What do you think?”  I smiled as I saw the name click with her.

“Yeah, patchwarden.  I like it.”