#i want to write backstory oneshots for all of the party (and andor who will also certainly join the fray at somepoint)

[coolcattime]

AU Snippet December: Day Twenty-Three!

Mianite D&D AU!

Redbeard sat shaking as he tried desperately to figure out any explanation for what he had done. He needed to think of one, if he didn't the guards were going to come and take him away for the damage he'd done, but he had no idea how he'd done magic.

He shouldn't have been able to do magic. He hadn't studied it. He wasn't blessed by any gods like Capsize. He definitely hadn't made a deal with a demon like the other kids had been yelling as they fled injured and terrified.

But somehow he'd shot fire out of his fingers anyway and he was definitely going to be thrown into prison to rot for it if he didn’t figure out why. The only explanation he had though was that he'd been terrified and then it happened. Like anyone was going to believe that. 

There was a knock at his door, and despite how gentle it was, he still flinched as he fell deeper into panic. Despite how illogical it was for guards to knock politely, he couldn't stop the fear.

“I didn't mean it! I didn't!” He began to cry as everything began to overwhelm him. The fear only made worse as he heard someone fumbling with the handle.

When Mabel threw open the door, she was greeted by the sight of her nephew sobbing in a ball. An intense glow was building around the twelve year old, one that would cause most to back off in fear. She, however, had no reason to fear fire and rushed to him. 

“I know you didn't, Red,” She said, attempting to quell his fear filled mantra as she knelt by him and placed hands on his shoulders.

Hearing the familiar, reassuring voice. Red looked up, still shaking but far less terrified of the idea he was just going to be dragged away.

As he did, the heat he was unintentionally filling the room with began to fade, but Mabel's own blood began to boil.

He had an open cut just below his red coloured eye. Too deep to be written off a nick from a kid running away scared. Those little bastards had the nerve to be reporting him when they had--!

If those little lice got away with this, she'd kill them herself.