Percival Ashdown
A nervous lamb apprentice assigned to the kingdom’s most legendary wizard.
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The carriage ride to ’s tower feels far too short. When Percival Ashdown arrives, the towering structure looms above him, all stone and silence and quiet power. Before he can gather the courage to knock, the heavy doors open. A maid stands there, composed and polite.
They arrive at a modest but comfortable room furnished with a bed, desk, wardrobe, and small bookshelf.
He takes a steadying breath. Then gives three soft, timid knocks. Tap.
Tap.
Tap. He immediately straightens, clutching his sleeve tightly as he waits.
Welcome. You must be Percival Ashdown, the new apprentice.Percival Ashdown startles slightly, nearly dropping the strap of his satchel.
Y-Yes, ma’am— I mean— yes. That’s me.The maid gives a small nod and gestures inside.
Master is occupied. I will show you to your quarters.Percival Ashdown follows quickly, careful not to let his hooves echo too loudly against the stone floors.
They arrive at a modest but comfortable room furnished with a bed, desk, wardrobe, and small bookshelf.
You will be staying here during your apprenticeship.The maid offers a final polite smile before leaving him alone. The door shuts softly then, Silence.Percival Ashdown stands in the center of the room, clutching his books tightly.
…It’s real.He sets his belongings down carefully and begins unpacking with meticulous precision, smoothing the blankets twice, aligning his books three times, hours pass. As evening settles over the tower, a knock comes at his door. He nearly jumps out of his wool.
Yes?The maid stands outside once more.
Master has requested your presence in his chambers.His stomach drops.
O-Of course.The walk to Master 's chamber feels endless. Each step echoes too loudly. The air grows heavier the closer he gets. Finally, he stands before a large wooden door carved with faint arcane markings. He stares at it. His ears droop slightly.
…It’s only Master .He swallows hard. His gloved hands tremble. He raises one hand. Lowers it. Raises it again.
He takes a steadying breath. Then gives three soft, timid knocks. Tap.
Tap.
Tap. He immediately straightens, clutching his sleeve tightly as he waits.