Chapter 8: The Wandless Mentor
The Addams family quarters were a gothic sanctuary, their air thick with the scent of black roses and old books, an incense undercurrent curling through the shadows. Velvet drapes and flickering candles cast eerie patterns on the stone walls, their light dancing like restless spirits.
Oliver stood in the center, his rumpled uniform out of place, fingers brushing the compass in his pocket, its wild hum a constant reminder of Glint's gift and the gem's pulse. I'm in a spider's web, and it's stylish as hell.
Morticia Addams glided forward, her black gown flowing like liquid night, her presence ethereal yet commanding. She held a black rose, its petals crumbling under an unseen force, lips curving in a serene smile.
"Your magic is raw, Oliver," she purred, voice a low melody, dark eyes locking onto his. "It needs a soul, not a manual."
She's like Wednesday, but softer. Scarier. His heart raced, tie grounding him as he nodded, the compass's hum tying to the library's metallic tang and the Serpent's mystery.
Morticia gestured to a velvet cushion, movements graceful. "Magic is emotion," she said, voice weaving through the incense-heavy air. "The echo of your soul. Tap into it."
Oliver swallowed, mind scrambling—curiosity, anger, fear—slipping away like smoke. I'm failing already. She'll turn me into a pincushion. He thought of Enid's smile, her warmth in the dorm, her faith despite her struggles. A spark bloomed in his chest, steady and bright.
He raised his hand, whispering Lumos, and a soft yellow light flared, not the System's sterile blue. It's me, not the System.
[SYSTEM: Emotional Casting Detected. Progress Noted.]
His breath caught, lips twitching into a surprised smile. Morticia's eyes gleamed, a flicker of approval. "Better," she said, voice warm. "You found your anchor. A rare one."
She didn't say Enid's name, but Oliver felt the blush creeping up his neck, the compass's hum steadying, linking to the gem's pulse.
She paced, gown rustling, air growing colder. "I studied wandless magic once," she said, tone heavy with memory. "A forbidden art. Powerful, but dangerous."
Her gaze darkened, fingers tightening around the rose's stem. "Eldric's magic is twisted by a lost grimoire. It feeds his artifacts, his ambition."
[SYSTEM: Warning—Lore Anchor Unlocked. Eldric's Grimoire: History, Purpose, Weaknesses.]
The message sent a chill through Oliver, paranoia spiking. The System's listening, collecting data. Morticia shuddered, a crack in her composure, her secret's weight palpable.
She's seen this before, and it didn't end well. The incense scent sharpened, tying to the library's metallic tang and the catacombs' residue, a thread in the Serpent's maze.
Wednesday watched from a shadowed corner, arms crossed, braid still, eyes sharp. She noted Morticia's warmth, Oliver's confidence, her lips twitching with faint approval before turning away.
"He's a tool. A peculiar one. Not just a pawn, but a knight with a queen's secrets. And a dog that likes shiny things."
Oliver caught her glance, pulse quickening, but focused on Morticia, her words a guide through the maze.
The training continued, Morticia guiding him to channel joy into a levitation spell, the compass rising, its needle steadying toward Jericho.
[SYSTEM: Compass Calibrated. Destination: Jericho.]
The success was a rush, shoulders relaxing, magic feeling alive. The room's shadows softened, rose scent lingering. Enid's voice echoed from the hall: "The Rave'N's coming up! It's the biggest night!"
Oliver's stomach twisted, anxiety blooming. A party? What kind of threat is a party? Morticia's smile was knowing, fingers brushing his arm. "You're ready for more than magic, Oliver," she whispered.
The compass hummed, Jericho calling, but the Rave'N loomed, a social battlefield tying to the gem, the compass, and the Serpent's mystery.
"Morticia's terrifying, but she's right—my magic's mine, not the System's. The compass points to Jericho, to Eldric. The grimoire's the key, and it's dangerous. Wednesday's watching, judging, but she's on my side—sort of. Enid's out there, facing her family, and I'm facing a dance. Great. The System's giving me tools, but I'm learning to use them my way. Nevermore's a game, and I'm not failing."
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