Aaron walked through the fog, hands stuffed in his pockets, ears flat to his head. He hated this kind of weather. It always put him in a sour mood; if, indeed, a mood could be sour. He kicked a rock on the side of the road, sending it skittering off into the bushes. It thumped against something that squeaked, startling him and making his ears perk up. "Hello?" He called timidly. Nothing greeted him but the oppressive fog. He must have just been hearing things. But no, there was the sound again. Looking around, he carefully made his way out into the trees and bushes, turning his ears to lead him in the right direction.
He couldn't smell much more than sodden wood and the vague stench of decay, but there was definitely something else out there. A tree branch cracked under his foot, alerting whatever it was. He heard the rattle of metal and took a few more cautious steps until a small voice came to his ears. "Help me, please!" Aaron ran to the voice. Pushing aside some foliage, he saw a little creature trapped in a cage, its paws wrapped around the bars. It wasn't like anything he had seen before - it looked to be a cross between a mouse, and a magpie.
Crouching down, he looked over the trap. "Please help me out of here, sir, and this is yours." It held up a little blue bowtie in its paw to him, and he reached for it, but stopped. Magpies were notorious for stealing, but would he be much better if he stole from this little one?
Aaron sighed, reaching for the pin that opened the gate. "What is it?" He asked, as the door swung open and the little Magouse stepped out, stretching its tiny wings. It held the bow tie to him, which Aaron picked up and turned over in his hands.
The Magouse's eyes began to glow a soft white, and the bowtie snapped forward, making Aaron scream and put his paw up to cover his eyes even as the thing wrapped itself around his neck and retied. Slowly, he brought his paw down. The bowtie was around his neck. Tugging at it, he discovered quickly that it wouldn't come off.
The little creature was floating before him, wings outspread like a miniature take on an angel of fate. "The bowtie will give you powers, noble one. But be aware - with the powers come great consequences. You will be cursed forever to be alone. I am sorry that your act of kindness is met with such cruel fate, but after thousands of years one gets tired of protecting."
Aaron didn't like the sound of this, pulling again at the bowtie. "What do you mean protecting? Protecting what?"
"All around you, kind one. The world itself, and the people in it. Against a destruction most severe. You will save them all, and they will resent you for it. Always." In the span of an eye blink, the little mouse disappeared.
Aaron felt energy in his paws, thrumming through his veins. He realized his mistake only too late. A magouse. The little creature wasn't a magouse, it was a magus; he'd only heard of them in children's tales before. The protectors of the planet. And now he was one of those elite few.
A terrifying roar filled the air around him, and Aaron turned. A ball of fire flew from his paw, which he looked down at with wide eyes. Looks like his new job had already found him.
Slipper, Cake, Backpack
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