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Name: Thorin Lawson
Age: 18
Creature: Dragon
║Name: Thorin Lawson
Age: 18
Creature: Dragon
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His pale roommate sat calmly relaxed upon his bed to the left of the room when one walked in from the door, his bright blue eyes evenly scanning the pages of a gamer's magazine under a windswept mop of tussled white hair; he seemed completely obvious to his roommate's ranting.
"But how on earth could the administration allow such a powerful creature to even reside on campus and not have her under lock and key?!" Thorin begged angrily of his detached roommate as he passed him while pacing the length of the room, from window to bathroom door to window.
The white-haired teen finished scanning the page he was reading and turned to the next before he replied to an ever-more hysterical dragon, "Because she's a unicorn and would never harm someone."
"By taking my magic away, she allowed me to be harmed Will!" Thorin protested as he went another time around the room in his little path.
"But she didn't actually harm you," was the other boy's response as he continued reading, "And she was even nice enough to heal you, even though you deserved it," he finally looked up from his magazine to fix Thorin with a coolly annoyed expression. "How long are you going to whine about this? Because I'd much rather focus on my reading."
Thorin growled at him, his expression leering and a full snarl, and simply continued his pacing a turn before picking up another subject to complain upon, "I don't understand why I was forced to have a roommate like all the other rubbish at this school-"
"Ouch," Will's gaze lifted to him and remained steady a moment, as though staring off into space, though his eyes were clearly focused on Thorin. He blinked and returned to reading, "No wonder your girlfriends always leave you."
Thorin actually physically recoiled a little, his expression reading somewhat aghast, "Ouch yourself! Geez!"
"Oh come on, don't be such a big baby. We all know you dump most of them when you get bored and the rest leave because you're too focused on your dad's business and not serious when it comes to relationships." Will stated calmly while he finished another page of his magazine and changed it.
Thorin slowed his pacing to stare at the other boy, seemingly lightly surprised, before he took a hesitating step forward again in his pacing, "Anywaaaaayyy," he began walking again as he picked up his line of conversation once more, "I really don't understand why I can't have my own room when my father, and myself included, practically keep this entire school running with our donations-"
"Not true," his roommate breathed quietly in muted exasperation.
Thorin ignored him, "-but am instead forced to have a roommate and share such a tiny space."
"It's part of the requisites for being a magical being at this school," Will inundated smoothly.
"Why do I have to have you as a roommate?" Thorin pleaded the heavens in desperation.
"Because I'm the only one who can stand you," Will replied truthfully as he simply flipped to the next page of his magazine.
Thorin couldn't entirely dispute that, and if he tried, he'd likely be buried under Will's patient and tactful reasoning, so he changed subjects, "And why do you always have to be so *bleep* rational all the time?!"
Will sighed lightly and seemed almost as though he were actually involved in the conversation as he answered lightly, "When you behave irrationally, I'll be rational; when you behave rationally, then I'll consider being normal, all right?"
The pacing dragon growled lowly, his stride growing faster with Will's scolding. Thorin couldn't really argue that either. "Tonight was essentially all your fault anyway Will, because of your stupid childish prediction." Thorin snapped at him once he had found another topic, his biting glare snapping to Will's prone form as well.
Will didn't even look up from his magazine, "Don't call the prediction childish just because you are behaving so yourself."
"Speaking of: can't you tell me any more about my fate other than it being changed by a unicorn?" He paused to tap his foot nervously.
"Haven't sensed anything else yet," was his only response to Thorin's near-whine.
"Can you try to sense more right now?!" Thorin demanded irritably.
Will raised a calmly incredulous eyebrow at his roommate and eyed him a few moments. "Fine, but it likely won't do any good you know."
"I know, I know! Just hurry up, you glorified spark!"
"Okay, okay; no need to be so rude when I'm doing something for you," Will brought his hands up in defense from Thorin's harsh words as he set aside his magazine and bounced up off the bed to sit cross-legged'd upon the carpeted floor. He settled himself leisurely beneath Thorin's impatient glare, then stilled, his hands comfortably upon his knees though he sat straight-backed, head facing perfectly forward with obvious practice. And then they waited.
Well, Thorin waited as Will dived deeply into his magic, always confined within his body and surrounded by layer upon layer of magic defense to protect his specific multi-faceted, ever-shifting, rainbow-colored magic. The colors within him changed in every second and semi-second, always shifting, never, ever, exactly the same - kind of like snowflakes - and always beautiful, though after a while, the effect had somewhat worn off on him, though not completely. He would likely never be completely unaffected.
His magic especially must always be protected, sometimes as much as a unicorn's abilities should be, which is why his core had quite so many traps and locks about it. Only himself and a highly skilled magical creature beyond even Thorin's abilities and with a huge know-how on such things could decode and circumvent the layers as he finally did to figuratively clutch at magic that slid like air from his grasp. Will wasn't surprised; if his magic ever did let him catch it, that's when he would be able to predict the future.
Will rocked back suddenly, his hands keeping himself from falling completely backward by catching his knees, a look of dull confused surprise fluttering over his face though his eyes remained closed, and Thorin blinked in mild surprise himself, not really having expected anything, "Whoa. I got something. That doesn't usually happen; never really." Will clung lightly to a silk-satiny white rainbow strip of his magic, inhaling deeply before he carefully, with practiced precision, twisted the little bit of magic. Immediately, his entire body stilled as he was swept away into a world of both darkness and light, color and empty space, where the empty space formed pictures and the colors meant nothing and the light was words and the darkness was sound.
Outside Will's world, beside the carrier's body in the world you and I somewhat see, Thorin held his breath, afraid to say anything that might disrupt Will's concentration, but soon grew a bit impatient as the seconds passed into minutes and finally Thorin released his breath and sat beside Will on the floor, tapping his fingers and forcing thoughts from his mind as he decidedly thought about nothing to pass the time. He couldn't try to think upon anything of importance without going quite insane.
Will returned to their world with a raising of eyebrows in an incredulous fashion and softly breathed out before he opened his eyes, at first very much unfocused, then slowly finding a singular thread that poked upward a little bit more than the carpet level to rest his calm blue eyes upon. Thorin watched him just as calmly, only hints of fleeting thoughts clouding his mind and disrupting his hard-earned serenity.
Will didn't look up from his special thread, but instead scooted closer to play with the little piece, gathering together his thoughts before he spoke, "It wasn't much."
Thorin nodded once, solemnly, still unable to really think straight unless he felt like dying of anticipation and anxiety that day.
Will sighed, still picking at the spot the thread sprouted from, "Your future can go more definitively good or bad, and the decision will be more or less decided by yourself... Like, how you handle everything." Sometimes, it was difficult to express predictions where straight words alone weren't given to him, so Will paraphrased a little, but that was essentially it.
Thorin allowed himself a plethora of time to process the information, where in the meantime, Will stood with a wince and went back to his bed, lying down with a grimace. He moved slowly, not wanting to disrupt his burning limbs as he set an alarm on his phone which he picked up from his nightstand to wake him up later from the nap he desperately needed, to finish up the things he needed to do that night. Exploring the future didn't exactly come without costs, but Will had known the consequences before he'd attempted to search into Thorin's fate. Of course, most of the time when Will purposely tried to do so, it never worked, but... guess the ball really was rolling faster now that the unicorns' existence was sure and Thorin had first come across one of said unicorns.
Will knew he had chosen the path he would follow as a wisp, the type of wisp he would be, but with the wracking it put on him, sometimes he couldn't help feeling a little bitter about it. The three paths - one could compare them to careers or job openings, but wisps had far less choice than those terms implied - were fate, fortune, or fuddle. Each one had its up and downs, its headaches and heartaches, but personally, he thought that the fortune wisps like his father had it best off. They just guarded and/or helped other people find hidden treasure. Pretty straight forward and simple, but ever since he was little, he had been heavily fate-based. There was no other path for him and he knew it. That didn't mean he had to entirely like it though.
Will turned over on his side, closing his eyes as he hoped to block out the uneasiness in his limbs and to entice sleep into himself. Soon, dreams whispered at his subconsciousness but Will took a moment to remember his first major premonition, where he'd accidentally changed Thorin's entire future.
An eleven-year-old William woke up that morning feeling worse than when he had gone to bed, but still he robotically forced himself to get dressed and go out to look for the subject of his nightmares. He knew he had to tell Thorin the words that lay burned beneath his eyelids and brought him to a sprint into the cool morning air and toward the other boy's cabin.
It was summer and both Will's family and Thorin's were vacationing together in the 'woods' (really at the edge of a forest and a lake in affluent summer cabin homes) as they did most summers in different places. Will's father, a treasure wisp, had found Thorin's father some great treasure a long time ago, before Will had been born, so the guys were old pals. When someone made you rich, one tends to keep them close, though they were also friends. Thorin and Will, however, had a more 'I promise not to kill you, maybe' kind of relationship, despite their fathers obviously wanting them to be the best of friends like they were.
Thorin's butler let Will in, used to such strange occurrences, and Will bounded up the stairs to Thorin's room, which he immediately began pounding on, "Thorin! I know you're up; I need to talk to you!"
The sleepy-eyed, but already well-dressed Thorin of the same age as he opened his door, a little ticked. "What do you want Will?"
Losing no time, Will replied, "I had a prediction dream about you."
Thorin blinked once, then rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Mumbling semi-bitterly about the early hour, he stepped outside his door and closed it behind him saying quietly, "Let's go down to the lake to talk." He obviously didn't want his parents to know.
Both boys trudged down to the edge of the lake in silence, the tension in Will to impart his words building, but he said nothing, even as they stood by the edge of the lake and began skipping stones across out of habit.
Thorin spoke first, apparently having prepped himself to hear about his future, "What's the prediction?"
Will finished throwing his rock before he shoved his hands into his pockets and closed his eyes, not really wanting to see Thorin's reaction to his words, “Your life will be forever changed by a unicorn. Whether for ill or good, I cannot see.”
Thorin stilled beside him, taking a moment to likely decide whether or not to punch Will in the face for waking him up so early in the morning for something so ridiculous. He obviously decided against it, instead more directly questioning Will's sanity, “What are you talking about? Unicorns don’t exist anymore, you idiot.”
“I don’t know,” Will replied softly, opening downcast eyes to the ground as he kicked a pebble at his feet half-heartedly, shrugging. “That’s all I see.”
Thorin snorted in disapproval, "Yeah right."
Will finally looked up to the other boy, swaying a little in place as his nightmarish dreams took their toll on his young form, "I know you don't believe me, but it's the truth Thorin. It was a real fate dream, but stronger than even the other ones I've had." His tired eyes burned with truth as he stared down the other boy.
Thorin simply nodded a little, seeming to not really know how to react.
Will nodded a few times, a bit relieved that Thorin wasn't protesting further, but enormously relieved that his message had been delivered. He closed his eyes and let the world go, tipping over into unconsciousness before he even hit the ground.
Will smiled a little. Thorin had flipped when Will passed out and ran to get his parents. When Will's father found out, he had seemed to know the reason behind Will's strange behavior, but didn't press either boy to reveal that there had been a prophecy made or what it was, especially since Thorin had made Will promise not to tell anyone. To that day, they never had.
Yawning once more, he let sleep begin to truly overtake him, the older Thorin's quiet and somewhat begrudging, "Thank you," in his direction in the room the last thing to register in his mind.
