Just a quick few announcements before the chapter begins.
First of all TOTA stands for "Tales of the Arcane" in an acronym, and this is an alternative route to the original.
Second to Llamas2000, on one of your branches I posted a chapter, and you posted a branch that had the words, and read "by original author," I just wanted to clarify that the original branch of "Becoming a Familiar" was made by me. I'm not accusing you of anything, and I'm not mad I just want to help you for future reference so that you don't end up making someone mad, so please check your wording, and be specific. If you wanted to state originality in your own branch just put "by author of Tales of the Arcane" or something along those lines. Otherwise I comend you for creating a backstory to Rowan, and working it into the story through an original branch that I didn't intend to be created, so thank you.
Finally so there's no hard feelings whatsoever, I'd like everyone who reads this to check out Llamas2000 for his work is amazing, and I hope you continue to do so.
That is all
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You followed Rowan to a large hallway with a total of 15 rooms that had a sign saying "servants quarters" on it and you both stopped at the hallway entrance. "Here you are Gannoth, you may use this hallway and it's contents as your personal living area, as well as any room you wish. I personally already have already procured my own living space so I'd like for you to have yours." Rowan said
"That's quite a large area, thank you Master for a place that I can at least roughly call home." You said
"Roughly is an interesting word, are you just unfamiliar with your surroundings, or do you expect us to be in a situation of retreat?" Rowan asked
"Oh, uh it's just a little bit of both actually, I mean you are immortal, and I can picture an army attack wouldn't be exactly uncommon for something like that, especially considering our goals of chaos." You said
"Hm, yes I suppose that I have fended off a few armies before, but those regions have barely touched my magical barrier, and they are in no condition to retaliate as of late." Rowan said
"Oh, well I guess my life's going to be quite an exciting one then, or at least until I die." You said
"Who said you could die?" Rowan said
"Pardon me Master, but what do you mean by that?" You asked
"Familiars live as long as their master does, it's a bond between them. If I were to get killed then you would die, but if I were to die naturally you would be immortal. However, the bond between master and familiar has loopholes that I have exploited for you. Like me you never age, and every familiar can gain an ability that is unnatural for their kind. You my dear dragon can recover from wounds within seconds, and regenerate lost limbs. Even if you were burned alive, stabbed through the heart, or decapitated you would still survive, and thanks to my magical prowess I made it so pain is lessened severely for you." Rowan explained
"Wait, I can? How does that even work?" You asked
Suddenly you felt a pain like that of a needle, but in two areas. One in your back, and the other in your front, but mostly it was just annoying. You looked down shocked seeing that you were empaled by a large black spear that went through your back, and out your chest, and it was almost the size of your body. You tried to move, but couldn't for you noticed that the spear was sticking out of your back as well. Just then the spear pulled itself out of the ground, and out of your back, and half of it was at least covered with blood, your blood.
"That's how, I thought I'd give you a demonstration so you could get used to the feel, now observe, and feel." Rowan said
You looked down, and already your fatal wound was healing, and all of your orgains pieced themselves back into place, and your bones healed just as fast. After about 10 seconds it appeared as if nothing had happened to you at all. You then felt like you had to cough again, and you did so facing away from Rowan. When you coughed you expected fire, but this time it was blood, and you thought you must have internal bleeding.
"Ah yes, the first time is always a rush, just don't get any of the carpets stained. The grand hall is already a mess as it is, anyways you'll get accustomed to the slight pain, and be thankful that it's lessened." Rowan said disappearing into a black mist.
"So I'm a make-shift immortal, heh pain isn't much now I guess." You said walking down your new hallway home. You couldn't find any beds that suited your body, but you did find a larger room for what seemed to be the servants supervisor, or most trusted servant of sorts. You then had an idea, and piled up the mattresses from all of the other rooms into the larger one. Once you got everything piled up in that one room you noticed a journal, or diary of sorts, and your curiosity beckoned you once again.
You opened it and began reading, and most of the entries seemed like random rants about pay, and work. You then came to the final entry, and paused before reading it, and the journal entry read:
June 6th, 666
Today is Rowan's 24th birthday, and it's also prophesied that the sorcerer would return on the date of six's. I wonder if the two are connected somehow, but ultimately the odds are unlikely. However, I do fear for the being that is said to become Rowan's future follower. Although a minor dragon doesn't exactly seem odd for a companion, the odds of finding one grow slimmer but the population is growing, so maybe that prophet wasn't wrong in his prediction. But the prophet also spoke Rowan's name in the same sentence mentioning that damned sorcerer. So to whoever read this please go to the following location as soon as possible, Farendrake City, Greyscale district, house number 734. More explanations will be there if the time has come to end thi...
The entry cuts off there with the pen mark sliding across, and off of the page. "Master Rowan may need to see this, or maybe...should I find a capable person to give this to in hopes of help, or see if I can go there myself?" You thought to yourself, but ultimately you were tired, and decided to think about that later. You made your way to your fortress of matresses, and fell asleep in the center of all of them as if it was a nest.
You woke up later seeing the morning light, and picked up the journal, and decided to....