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Logan was the first awake once they arrived at the cabin. Everyone had gone to bed, even though morning had arrived. Logan tried to sleep for a couple hours, but eventually gave up. He now found himself busy out in the garden. The cabin had a rather large garden behind it, mainly of herbs that the sorcerers would use in their magic. There were also a lot of fruit and vegetables they planted for their meals.
Logan stood, taking his basket now filled with fresh vegetables in his hand. He turned to the door, noticing the little boy in the doorway. It wasn’t Thomas, and Logan knew it was only a figment of his imagination. Everything that Thomas was going through was bringing bad memories.
He shook his head, brushing his thoughts aside. He walked into the cabin, stepping into the kitchen. He set the basket next to the sink, looking out the window above it. A swingset sat outside, the swings unmoving and a faded blue from time.
Logan sighed, his hand reaching for a carrot in the basket.
“Hello?”
Logan jumped, dropping the carrot into the sink. He spun around, seeing Thomas in the doorway. The boy had his hand on the door frame, standing still.
“Hey Thomas. What’s up?”
“Papa is still sleeping, and I heard someone moving around. I wanted to see who was up.”
Logan walked over, taking the boy by the hand. Thomas accepted it, cautiously following Logan into the kitchen.
“What were you doing?” Thomas asked.
“I just went and got some veggies from the garden. I was going to wash them,” Logan responded. “You want to help?”
Thomas nodded. Logan turned the tap on for one side of the sink and placed the basket in the other. He grabbed a towel off one of the racks and handed it to Thomas.
“I’ll pass you one once it’s washed, and you can dry it.”
Thomas nodded, feeling the towel. Logan opened a cupboard, pulling out a large container and sitting beside Thomas. He took Thomas’ hand, guiding it to the container.
“Once it’s dry, set them in here. Alright?”
“Got it!” Thomas grinned.
Logan smiled and picked up the now wet carrot from the sink. He took one of the soft bristle brushes and began cleaning the dirt off. Once he was done, he passed it to Thomas. It took the boy a moment to get a hold on it, but he was content with helping.
Time passed and before they knew it, they were done. Logan had other things he wanted to do, but he knew Thomas couldn’t help much with them. He looked around, hoping to find something else for the boy to do. He didn’t see much, since most of the stuff involved his sight, which he no longer had.
Logan turned around as Thomas slid off the counter, planting his feet on the ground. Logan looked up, seeing the swingset outside. He smiled.
“Want to go outside?”
Thomas nodded, smiling. Logan took the boy’s hand, guiding him. They left the kitchen, heading for the front door. They walked outside, going around to the side of the house.
“Do you want to play on the swings?”
“Swings? Yeah!”
Thomas grinned. Logan guided the boy to the swing set. Thomas had his free hand outstretched, searching for the swings. He found the chain holding the swing, following it down to the seat. He managed to climb on all on his own, which impressed Logan.
“Can you push me?” Thomas asked.
“Yeah,” Logan smiled.
Logan moved around behind Thomas, taking the chains in his hands. He pulled Thomas back with him, the boy giggling joyfully.
“Hold on.”
Thomas laughed as Logan let him go, swinging him forwards. Thomas felt the soft breeze from the motion on his face and blowing through his hair. He slowed, then started backwards again.
Logan enjoyed hearing the boy’s laughter, something that he’d been lacking since everything happened. Logan didn’t realize how much he’d miss the little boy until the Palace had been absent of his laughter, his smile, his energy. It just didn’t feel right without having him around.
And thankfully, he was still around.
Patton rolled over. He opened his eyes with a yawn and looked around the room. Logan had let him sleep in his bed with Thomas, agreeing to sleep on the couch for the time being. Although, it was currently just Patton in the bed. Patton sat up, realizing Thomas had yet again up and left him.
Patton got to his feet, moving to the door. He ran out into the hallway, looking around for his son. As the panic began setting in that his son was missing, he heard a voice from outside.
“Higher, Lo! Higher!”
The voice was followed by giggling.
“Alright. You gotta hold on.”
Patton moved to the window, peeking outside. There, he saw Logan pushing Thomas on the swing. Thomas seemed to be having the time of his life, laughing while grinning ear to ear. Logan was smiling, enjoying himself.
Patton sighed, relieved Thomas was safe.
“I don’t think I’ve seen Logan smile like that before.”
Patton spun around, seeing Sleep walking in. Patton turned back to the window, looking out.
“What do you mean?”
Sleep shrugged, standing next to Patton. The sorcerer wasn’t wearing his bandana, his eyes shining golden in the light.
“I’m guessing you don’t know Lo’s past.”
Patton shook his head, looking over at Sleep. The man sighed, shaking his head.
“Logan, Emile and myself are a lot older than we appear. Emile and I met well over a century ago, as children. We trained together, we know each other’s quirks, our strengths and weaknesses. Logan came much later.”
“Wait, you look so young. Is Logan-”
Sleep chuckled, turning and walking out of the kitchen. Patton followed closely, curious about what Sleep had to say.
“Our magic allows us to alter our appearance slightly. Not entirely, but it can help keep us young. Although we all hold the form of middle aged men, we are much older. Emile and myself are in our two-hundreds now.”
“Whoa,” Patton uttered.
“Meanwhile, we didn’t come across Logan until about fifty years ago. He was about fifteen when we found him.”
“More like I found you.”
Patton turned, seeing Logan walking in.
“Emile wanted to take over for a bit. He’s out with Thomas now.”
Patton nodded.
“So, are you trying to steal my big moment, Remy?” Logan teased.
“Sorry, you seemed busy,” Remy responded, holding a similar tone.
“What happened? How did you guys meet?”
Logan turned to Patton and sighed. Logan looked to his fellow sorcerer.
“Could you make up lunch while I talk with him?”
Sleep nodded. Logan motioned for Patton to follow him. He led Pat to his bedroom, allowing the man inside before closing the door. Logan sighed then turned to Patton.
“So, you want to know about me then?”
“Only if you're comfortable sharing. If you aren’t, you don’t have to tell me anything.”
“It’s quite alright Patton. I think it’s time you know anyway.”