Lucian froze mid-knock, startled as the door slammed open. His his eyes widened, taking in the sight of the short, bespectacled old man who stood at the top of the steps, wielding a strange wand-like staff, and glaring at him.
“I-I’m sorry! I—uh…” Lucian stammered, taken by surprise by the wizard’s rapid shift in tone.
Lucian hesitated for a moment before taking a cautious step inside, his eyes darting around the chaotic yet oddly charming interior of Merlin’s workshop. The size of the place took him by surprise, it seemed impossible that all of this could fit inside the small building he’d seen from the outside. As he wandered further in, his attention was drawn to the countless bookshelves, bubbling cauldrons, and all sorts of odd things scattered about. It was like stepping in to a storybook.
Lucian rubbed the back of his head.
“Thank you, sir. I have so many questions uh…” He trailed off as something on the wall caught his eye.
His gaze lingered on the portraits lining the walls, taking in the faces of people Merlin had presumably worked with. One particular painting stood out—a young Zac, looking much the same, but more determined and earnest. Lucian smiled faintly at the thought.
But then his eyes landed on her. The large portrait in the center of the wall showed Morgan, or at least, someone who looked like her. The Morgan he knew never looked this… happy?
Lucian’s mind raced. Was this really Morgan? If it was, what had happened to her since this portrait was captured?
“That portrait. That’s Morgan, isn’t it? She… she told me to find you. She said you’re someone with great knowledge and that I needed to protect something important.”@Sadu