Chapter 3: Mordred Black
As Mordred opened the door to the bathroom, he was greeted by a large, luxurious bath. A massive clawfoot tub dominated the space, its edges adorned with intricate serpentine designs. A crystal chandelier hung overhead, casting a warm glow over the exquisite marble tiles. An ornately framed mirror spanned the entirety of the wall above the twin marble washbasins.
As he approached the mirror, a striking young man looked back. Raven locks, fell in waves across his head, framing eyes that glittered so black, that they seemed to glitter like obsidian in the chandeliers light. His features were aristocratical chiseled, sharp cheekbones, a straight nose and fill lips set in a small pout. Despite his youth an air of distinction radiated from him. At nearly 5'4" he was quite tall for someone his age.
A shiver of curiosity went though him, as those fathomless black eyes met his searching gaze. This striking visage belonged to solely him now, distinct from the echoes of the predecessor's memories. This body, was his to claim.
After drinking in every detail, he swiftly washed up, eager to embrace his new existence. He carefully put on each garment - a crisp black dress shirt, tailored to to accent his lean frame, followed by an elegant silver-embroidered waistcoat, highlighting his sharp features. Next came the fitting trousers of rich charcoal, perfectly tailored, to fall into an elegant drape. He tugged on boots of supple dragon hide, the exquisite material, executing a subtile aura of of wealth and prestige. Lastly, he fussed with the collar, adjusting it, just before he added the cufflinks, depicting the Black family crest - an ancient symbol of his noble lineage.
As Mordred examined his reflection one last time, the transformation was quite striking. Gone was the unkempt youth, who had first appeared in the mirror. In his place stood a young scion, every inch radiating the sophisticated distinction and authority one would expect of one born to such an ancient and pure bloodline. He looked every bit like the Black heir, he was, ready to reclaim their legacy and regain their former glory or even reaching higher.
'So it's finally time to see magic for myself' he thought, as he left the bathroom and walked the long corridor along to the left side of a grand curved split staircase. The staircase ended on two sides on the story he was in and then met somewhere in the middle to form a single staircase that leaded one down in the middle of a grand hall. Over the stair treads was a thick black carpet with red intertwined serpentine patters on the sides.
With each step descending the staircase, Mordred's pulse quickened in anticipation. He smoothed the fine fabric of his waistcoat, as he was taking one step after another, nearing the drawing room door. Beyond that door, awaited him his first practical immersion into the magical world.
The drawing room door loomed ahead, this final barrier was the only thing that separated him from his wondrous new reality. Mordred straightened his spine, smoothed his features in a inscrutable mask, and reached with for the handle with a steadying inhalation. His lips curved ever so slightly as the door swung open ...
So we finally got a description of Mordred, do you liked it?
I made 2 chaps today lol.
Tomorrow will also be one new chap at least, maybe even 2 who knows lol
In the next chapter we will finally witness magic and more of the system
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