A/N: I return!

A week later than I had planned, but I digress.

Turns out I spent my holiday actually working on some of my original pieces, which means this little project got set aside in favour of works that have been neglected for far longer. I intend to try and keep working on those stories going forward, so updates for this fic may not be quite as regular.

We'll still get there in the end, though. ;-)

Enjoy,
TTC

Chapter 9

For Want of a Wizard

Like all wizards, Claire had been born with her abilities. They had always been a part of her; A silent power thrumming beneath the surface without her ever having been aware of it. It was strange to think that, were it not for Jim becoming the Trollhunter and pulling her into the wonderful world of trolls and magic, she might never have realised what she was capable of. She had pulled off her fair share of miracles since then, and it hadn't even been a full year since the first time she'd used the Shadow Staff. Part of that was definitely luck — she'd been given a headstart thanks to Morgana's attempt to steal her body, and the Shadow Staff itself had seemed to guide her in its own way long before that — but the rest had all been instinctual. Magic just felt right in the same way that being on stage had always come naturally to her, though it wasn't until she met Douxie and the hedge wizards of HexTech that she realised how rare that kind of intuitive casting was.

All of them were her seniors in age and experience to varying degrees, though Zoe and Douxie easily outstripped their peers on both counts. She'd been given the impression when she asked that there was an unhappy reason so few wizards of their generation were still wandering the world today. She hadn't asked again, more than capable of filling in the blanks even without a front row seat to history, and not wanting to waste what precious little of Douxie's time she was able to claim for herself.

It was a calculated risk, making the trip between Arcadia and the Master Wizard's new hideout, even infrequently and via the Shadow Realm. Unfortunately, they hadn't been given much of a choice. The Arcane Order was still at large and Claire needed training beyond that which a hedge wizard could provide; Even a centuries old, very skilled hedge wizard. Douxie might not have been able to use Shadow Magic himself, but he'd learned the majority of his own skill the same way she had — through a sometimes painful process of trial and error — and was more than capable of steering her away from what might cause trouble. He was also an adept translator of the book she had taken from Morgana's rooms, and she went to him for explanations even after he and Zoe had each set time aside to help her learn to read the tome's contents herself. She found it easier to follow his directions than try and comprehend the words on the page, and with time set firmly against them the sooner she could learn to do more than open portals and create illusions the better.

Technically speaking, she had done more than that when she had fought to save Jim, but it had all been wild, desperate, and exhausting. She needed to learn how to do those things deliberately, and without pouring more of her energy into each spell than she could safely get away with. It was frustratingly difficult sometimes, even with Douxie's relentless encouragement and stout belief that she was capable of anything she put her mind to. He'd laughed when she'd admitted as much, freely pointing out she'd picked up a whole lot considering she hadn't yet had her magic for a fraction of the time Morgana had. She'd wanted to argue, not because she didn't think he was being honest, but because for a moment her mind had completely tripped over the short passage of time that had passed since this whole adventure started.

They had accomplished so much in such a short amount of time. The Eternal Night. Gunmar. Morgana. The search for the new Heartstone. The return of the Arcane Order. Jim and Toby had been at it only a few months longer than she had, yet, somehow, between them they had been involved in saving the world no less than three times. Surely, surely those adventures could not have taken place over a single year. But they had, and Douxie's gentle amusement at her impatience had reminded her that her chosen teacher had spent nine centuries learning his craft and had still only just earned his staff.

That had put things into perspective.

So had watching Arcadia burn.

She was not a stranger to battle anymore. Even if she didn't count the various, small skirmishes she'd taken part in there had been the Eternal Night and the Battle of Killahead Bridge to introduce her to the horrors of this millennia long war. Young though she might be, she knew what it was to stare death in the face. To stand on a pitched battlefield knowing you were outnumbered and outmatched and choosing to fight anyway. But even Gunmar had only wanted to conquer the human world — the Arcane Order wanted to burn it all to the ground — and it was there, standing in the midst of the calamity they had caused, that she most keenly felt her lack of experience.

Even without the soulless husk of Arthur to support them, the Arcane Order had them outmatched. They weren't invincible — Deya had landed a hit on Bellroc at Killahead, and apparently caused some serious damage — but they had replaced their lost pawns with an army formed of what seemed to be every magical creature they could hold beneath their sway. She didn't even recognise all of those swarming the streets, despite the hours she had spent pouring over Blinky's bestiaries. There were shadow mephets, nyarlagroths, goblins, and hellheetis alongside countless others. She thought she saw a gruesome briefly out of the corner of her eye, and the stars above were blotted out by the winged outline of at least three stalklings.

It was madness, utter and complete, made all the worse by the innocent bystanders caught in the midst of it all. The three of them had been given the unenviable task of rescuing as many people from the heart of the battlefield as they could. Claire's shadow portals were the only reliable way to transport people safely in and out, with neither the airship nor the Hextech wizards able to risk getting close to the Arcane Order themselves. That was Douxie's role, and Claire hadn't been able to argue when he declined her offer for assistance. Her skills were needed elsewhere, and she'd already tested her strength against the Orders and been found wanting. Douxie had promised he would manage. He'd smiled and gripped her shoulder and she'd let him walk away like a fool.

"Claire?"

The sky was spinning above her, half obscured by smoke as her mind wandered in aimless recollections, dredging up recriminations for a mistake she did not yet realise she had made.

"Claire! Wake up!"

The smoke burned the back of her throat as she unwittingly inhaled it. There was a ringing in her ears, loud and distracting and muffling Jim's voice as he shook her urgently.

"Are you alright? Claire?"

"I'm fine," she said, or thought she said. Her own voice sounded like a whisper, her hearing still as distorted as her vision. She coughed, her bruised sides protesting the motion, her lungs screaming for fresh air. "I'm fine. What—"

If Jim answered her she didn't catch his reply, but he did help her off her back into a sitting position. His face was blackened with soot and streaked with blood from a dozen small cuts. No doubt she looked just as battered. Judging by the rubble surrounding them, half a building had come down with Bellroc's last fireball. Still dizzy, she leaned against Jim a moment, trying to get her bearings, trying to gather her wits because now was not the time to lose focus.

The ringing in her ears was fading, replaced by what sounded like screams. Not sounded like, she realised, was. The smoke had parted behind them, so that when she and Jim whirled to face the source of that dreadful sound they were both given a clear view of the battlefield once more. Of her teacher — her friend —on his knees at the Arcane Order's mercy.

"No!"

'Magic is emotion', Douxie had told her, something she had always known but never fully understood. Not until she was forced to embrace her fear or be rendered helpless once again. It wasn't fear she was feeling when she staggered upright, bleeding and still choking on smoke; It was absolute, white-hot fury, and her magic reacted accordingly. The shadows took on a will of their own as soon as they left her hand, the energy torn from her fingers to join the violent maelstrom their battle had created. What she had meant to be an escape route turned instead into a whirlpool of darkness that dragged anyone and anything in the vicinity into its heart.

It should have calmed once they reached the other side, like diving beneath the surface of a pool in the middle of a storm. Unfortunately, she had unwittingly brought the Arcane Order along for the ride, and found herself emerging into chaos. Magic roared around her; Raw, unbridled, and dangerous. She couldn't see anything, the clashing forces spinning her in circles and blinding her to both friend and foe. She could hear screams, voices she recognised, and a slow, swelling chant that settled sinisterly at the back of her mind, reeking of ill intent.

It was terrifying, but so was everything else they had faced today, and she wasn't about to be the reason they didn't make it out of this alive.

Giving up on righting herself, ignoring the chips of ice slicing through bare skin and the flames nipping at the edges of her hair, she let the whirlwind carry her where it would, pouring all of her focus, all of her energy, into locating her friends. She wasn't Nari, she couldn't simply sense the soul of any living thing, but she could picture the one's she cared about clearly in her mind, imagine the shadows wrapping about them all in a protective blanket, and yank them to safety.

The landing was rough. They emerged from too high and crashed against the floor in a tangle of limbs and weapons. Claire had the breath knocked out of her when Krel landed on her back, a stream of what she was fairly certain were Akaridion curse words falling from his lips as they disentangled. She paid no attention, crawling on hands and knees towards the two among them who weren't moving. Archie was closer, and she paused beside the small dragon, fingers seeking and finding the shard of ice that had felled him. She could feel the dark magic that infused it, an enchantment too complex for her to try and dispel on her own. She tugged the shard free instead, her fear easing a little when it did not resist, and watched with bated breath as the frost that had spread from its impact slowly began to melt. Archie's wing twitched as the invisible layer crumbled away, and she nearly choked on her relief, hastily shoving the familiar into Jim's arms as she turned to Douxie.

"Teach?"

He'd fallen face down without making any attempt to catch himself. She could still hear the screams Bellroc had been ringing out of him when they'd done... whatever it was they'd done. With a shaking hand, she reached to turn him over. There was no resistance; He rolled limply onto his back, skin pallid and face still, blood streaking the side of his face from a nasty gash on his temple. His chest had been branded with a strange rune that looked like it had been burnt directly into his skin, still bright in places, like hot embers in a dying fire.

She placed her fingers at his throat, searching for some sign of life as she pleaded under her breath, "Come on, Doux. Don't do this again."

There was no pulse that she could find. She tried to convince herself not to panic. This had happened before and he'd been fine, despite the fact the fall alone should have killed him. She just had to trust he could do it again. A minute ticked by, and then another, agonisingly slow and all too fast at the same time.

"He's breathing, right?" Toby was behind her, Jim on her other side, still carefully cradling Archie. "Tell me he's breathing."

"I don't…" she moved her hand to his chest, careful of the brand as she felt for the rise and fall that would indicate life. "I don't think he is."

"I could not hold him." It was a fragile whisper, and Claire looked up to find Nari crouched on Douxie's other side, staring at her own hands as if they had betrayed her. "I could not... I was not strong enough."

"What did they do?"

Nari startled, lowering her hands as she lifted her eyes to meet Claire's frantic gaze. "They have destroyed his soul. I tried to stop the spell, to hold him together, but I could not... I could not..."

"No." She shook her head, denial rising. "No. There has to be a way to fix this. I can—"

"Guys!" The exasperated shout came from the other end of the dark cavern. Claire looked up to see Steve running towards them, Blinky a stride behind. "What is taking so long? We gotta move!"

The gyres. Of course. Their escape route. Their means of ferrying an entire town of people out of danger as quickly as possible. It had been her job to get everyone here safely, and she had failed.

"Great Gronka Morka!" Blinky had reached them, shoving his way through the circle they had unwittingly formed. "What happened?"

"No time for that," Jim interrupted, moving Archie's weight to one arm so he could reach down and pull Claire to her feet. "Steve's right. We've got to move before the Order realises where we've gone."

"But—!"

"We'll figure something out," he promised, stepping aside to let AAARRRGGHH! collect their fallen friend. "Just not here. Come on."

Stumbling, she let herself be pulled along. The battle had exhausted them all, she could see it in the faces of those running alongside her, but they couldn't stop yet. Douxie had been clear on that. They needed to get out and away, or the Order would just keep on coming. If they could. She didn't know if Skrael or Bellroc could control the Shadow Realm now that Morgana was gone. No doubt they were powerful enough to find a way even if the magic was not in their repertoire, but leaving them trapped within its boundaries might buy a little more time.

Jim was leaning on her almost as much as she was leaning on him when they reached the gyre, his stamina not what it had once been as a half troll. Their sorry group piled on one after the other as Blinky wrestled with the controls. AAARRRGGHH! braced himself in the corner as they took off, cradling Douxie's limp form gently to his chest. Claire found herself watching him as she swayed back and forth with the gyre's sharp turns, still waiting on a miracle that wasn't coming. Nari huddled at the large troll's feet, her arms wrapped around herself as silent tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked devastated; Claire hadn't yet moved past numb.

The station was crowded when they arrived, filled to overflowing with frightened Arcadians and equally unsettled trolls. These people had faced the Eternal Night and Alien invasion, only to be left shell shocked by an ancient order of wizards marching in without warning to burn their town to the ground. She could hear Dictatious shouting somewhere amidst the crowd, trying to ferry people to where they were meant to be as if he could actually see what was going on. Her parents were somewhere in that mess, as was her brother. Douxie had been adamant they get their families to safety before joining the fight. He'd sworn he could handle the Order for as long as they needed.

He'd lied.

The guilt was an old companion, a heavy weight bearing down on her shoulders as she disembarked. They drew attention. Human or troll, people knew Jim, and AAARRRGGHH! was much too large to pass unnoticed. Even if very few of those present knew who Douxie really was, they seemed to recognise that something terrible had happened. The crowd parted without prompting to let them pass, battered bodies shuffling out of the way and then watching them hasten by with curious eyes.

All except one.

"Zoe..."

Claire trailed off before she had even begun, the words dying on her tongue. The hedge wizard had clearly raced to reach them, her chest still heaving from the dead sprint she had just stumbled out of, dust in her hair and rips in her shirt that had not been there the last time they had spoken. There was a wild look in her eyes that had nothing to do with her battle-worn state, and Claire stepped aside, tugging Jim with her, as Zoe staggered forward. Static energy crackled behind her as she walked right up to AAARRRGGHH! and his precious burden, the large troll crouching lower to allow her near.

Without missing a beat, she leant across Douxie's prone form to grab a hold of his singed shirt. "Hisirdoux Casperan, you are not going to pull this nonsense on me again!"

The answer was, predictably, silence. Zoe waited a beat longer, then her eyes flashed down to the burning rune. "What is this?"

"The Arcane Order…" Nari answered meekly. "Bellroc turned his soul to ashes."

Zoe went a shade paler, her voice sharpening to a verbal razor. "His soul?"

"I tried to stop them." There was an apology and regret both in those words. "I failed. I am sorry."

"No." Zoe's hand turned into a fist, Douxie shirt still clutched within her fingers. "No, that's not good enough. I haven't spent centuries helping Archie keep this idiot alive for it to end like this. You were a part of the Order, you must know a way to fix this. They brought Morgana back. Twice."

"Morgana's soul was still intact," Nari explained, shrinking a little more with each word. "Even if I could still sense his spirit on this plane, I cannot complete the ritual alone."

"You're not alone," Claire interrupted, earning the attention of both her fellow spellcasters. "You have us, Nari, there must be something we can do." The tiny sorceress looked up at her helplessly, her lips parted without words, and Claire felt her own determination wavering. "Please."

"Come." Laying a supportive hand on hers and Jim's shoulders, Blinky started them moving again. "We should find somewhere quieter to discuss this."

Suddenly hyper aware of all the eyes on them, Claire let herself be led, finding and grasping Jim's hand tightly in her own. They left the crowded chamber, passing by the glowing doorway where the new Heartstone rested; A triumph she had all but forgotten in the wake of all that had followed. Holding aside a thick curtain of fabric, Blinky ushered them all within the comparative privacy of his new library, then hastened to clear room on the table for AAARRRGGHH! to set their fallen comrade down.

The large troll did so with care, folding Douxie's hands across his stomach. It reminded Claire entirely too much of Merlin's tomb, and she tore her gaze away to watch Jim settle Archie into place beside his wizard. The familiar was still under the influence of whatever dark magic had been locked within that icy shard, though the paralysis seemed to have eased somewhat, his eyes no longer staring blankly into the distance. He still wasn't conscious, and Claire thought that was probably a mercy right now.

"What the hell happened out there?" Zoe was still choosing anger over any of the other emotions she might be feeling, standing rigid with her arms folded as she searched the faces of those gathered in the room.

"We were too slow." Jim spoke, and Claire tried not to flinch. She had been too slow. If she had been able to evacuate the town faster, Douxie wouldn't have been trapped facing the Order alone. They'd been overrun, yes, by mephits and stalklings and all manner of dark creatures, but that was no excuse. She should have found a way. "Skrael hit Archie, and then..."

He trailed off. Scowling, Zoe moved to check the familiar herself, Nari clambering up to perch atop the table beside Douxie's head as she did so. The small sorceress reached out as though intending to touch him, only to snatch her hand back at the last second with a guilty flinch. "This is my fault."

"It's nobody's fault." There were tears pricking at the corner of her eyes; She refused to let them fall. "The Arcane Order did this, and we are going to make sure they don't get away with it."

She didn't care how. Enough was enough. She wasn't going to lose anyone else to these monsters. Never, ever again.

"He can't be dead." She hadn't realised Steve had followed them until he started speaking. "Don't wizards like, turn to ash or something when they die?"

"That would require his soul departing to the next realm." Blinky, one of only three in the room with the authority to comment, offered his knowledge. "Without that, I fear our wizard friend may remain like this forever."

"What? Really?" Steve blinked, giving their fallen friend a sidelong look. "That's… that's just creepy."

"One of the many mysteries of magic," Blinky shrugged, turning to Jim. "I must go and make sure everyone is getting settled in alright. You'll call, if you need anything?"

"Of course." Jim nodded. "Can you let mom know we're here?"

"Right away, Master Jim." Blinky bustled out, AAARRRGGHH! shuffling behind him, and the room was plunged back into a heavy silence.

"What about Archie?" Claire couldn't stand it, and spoke in spite of her shaking voice, "Is he going to be okay?"

"I don't know what this enchantment is," Zoe admitted, running her hands over the familiar with a gentle care that was at odds with the fury still radiating off her. "Curses aren't exactly my specialty, but one of the others might be able to help."

"I will go ask." As eager as any of them to have something to do, Krel bolted from the room.

"And Douxie?" Toby pressed. "Is there some sort of wizard guidebook on soul reconstruction too? Some sort of relic we need to find? Some spooky, dark lair we've gotta sneak inside? Oh, oh! Maybe Gatto has something that would help?"

"Nari?" Claire kept her eyes on the forest guardian, the only one among them who had any true understanding of the magic that had been used here. "How do we fix this?"

"I know of no magic capable of restoring a soul once it has been destroyed." Nari shook her head, her own gaze fixated on the unmoving wizard in their midst. "There are spells, rituals that might help if a fragment had survived, but I cannot sense any part of Douxie still with us."

"You couldn't sense Jim either," Claire reminded her. "But he was still there, in the Shadow Realm."

"Then that's where we'll start." Zoe made a decision, stepping away from the table to stand closer to Claire. "We are not letting it end like this."

"You can't go alone." Not about to be left out, Jim added, "The Order might still be there."

"You stuck the Arcane Order in the Shadow Realm?" Zoe gave her a look that was equal parts bemused and impressed. "Douxie really has been training you, hasn't he? You'll have to ask him about that nyarlagroth he stuck in Limbo one day."

"I will," she promised, holding that fragile thread of hope for all it was worth. "As soon as we get him back."