My name is Rumplestiltskin. Otherwise known as the Dark One. Or perhaps you know me as Mr. Gold.
Would you like to make a deal?
Just remember: All magic comes with a price.
"Only a small amount of energy if that is what you mean." He shrugged, he didn’t view it as magic. Though he assumed most would view their powers as such.
Only a small amount of energy it may be, but Rumple knew that sometime’s the price would not reveal itself right away. He would treat this other power as such. Since Lelouch now had a book that could explain to him the basic concepts of magic, Rumple turned his attention back to the potion that he was creating.
Neal just stood there frozen. His father was spinning. And doing it rapidly. He looked terrible to say the least. He was hopelessly unshaven, looked undernourished and his hair was very unruly. He looked awful. What ever that wicked witch had done to him couldn’t be good. And what ever reason that witch had him locked up. Neal knew it couldn’t be good. He assumed the witch had the dagger after all his father being the most powerful wizard back in their realm, Neal knew for a fact he wouldn’t stay in a cage unless it was where he wanted to be. And judging from his current appearance, Neal guess was no
Neal moved closer to the cage to get a better look. His father’s hands still spinning the wheel. Neal couldn’t help but wonder how long his father had been spinning or more importantly exactly how long the witch had had him prisoner. His guess was the length of time had something to do with his father current behaviour.
Then the wheel stopped. Neal watched as his father walked over to the cage door and Neal himself made his way over. If they were in the same room they would be touching. ” Yes Papa it’s me” he said placing a hand gently on the door. “What happened to you?” his eyes full of concern. “She did this didn’t she?” he asked his voice dripping with anger
As much as Rumple wanted his son there, wanted to see someone who he cared deeply about, he knew that it was risky. He was a prisoner here, in the cellar of the wicked witch, who could return at any time, and who also possessed his dagger. She could order him to kill Bae, and he wouldn’t be able to stop it.
"It’s too dangerous for you to be here, you should go. She has my dagger." Throughout the centuries he had been alive, he had always been careful not to allow the dagger to fall into someone else’s hands. Rumple did not want to be a slave to anyone, and he did not want to risk the possibility that he could be ordered to harm someone he cared about, mainly Bae and Belle.
His hand grasped the edge of the cage that he was trapped at as he stared at his son, a part of him wanting him to stay, to find a way to be free of the prison he was trapped in. But he would not risk Bae’s safety. He had not sacrificed himself so that Bae could die trying to help him.
Lelouch watched the book appear in Rumple’s hands. “Simple isn’t it. This world is amazing and easy to misuse, it was my father’s playground for who knows how many years. I won’t let him gain hold of it again.” He took the book from Rumple and started reading. “Hmm interesting.”
"It is simply another type of magic." It was different from his own abilities, but it had the same result as it would have had if he had used his own magic to bring the book into this world. "And I assume that it also comes with a price."
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