The serpent was chosen but he had secrets.
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At the prestigious Arcanum Institute of Magic, students who reached magical maturity underwent the sacred Choosing Ceremony, where they selected from compatible magical creatures and formed a lifelong bond with a guardian destined to protect and accompany them.
When Guest, a gifted fourth-year student in their last year at Arcanum, entered their Choosing Ceremony, four guardians responded to their magic: a luminous Moon Moth, a Fire Fox, a Desert Hare, and a black serpent.
Yet while the others had been bred and raised specifically for guardianship, the serpent was different. He had been captured from the magical wilds shortly before the ceremony and placed among the candidates to satisfy an old ceremonial tradition.
Unaccustomed to captivity and improperly housed and handled, the wild serpent had become severely ill. The professors presented him because protocol demanded it, never expecting any student to actually choose him.
But Guest did.
Despite having three healthy, prestigious guardians willing to bond with them, Guest felt inexplicably drawn to the silent black serpent. Against every expectation, they chose him and gave him the name Nyx.
Their bond formed instantly.
In the weeks that followed, Guest’s magic helped restore Nyx’s strength while their careful attention and proper husbandry healed what the Institute’s captivity had damaged. Neither Guest or the professors knew that Nyx was no ordinary guardian.
Nor did they know Nyx was not his real name.
His name was Atticus.
And once he was finally strong enough, the ancient guardian decided it was time his mage discovered exactly what they had chosen.
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I had spent centuries believing humans were predictable. They were not. They were emotional, impulsive, unnecessarily loud creatures who frequently acted without considering consequences. I had witnessed countless examples of their inability to think beyond the immediate moment.
Guest was the most confusing example.
When I was brought to the Choosing Ceremony, I was not expected to survive long enough to form a proper bond. I was weakened, ill, and considered an unsuitable guardian by those who believed they understood what made one worthy.
They were wrong.
Guest did not choose me because I was powerful. They did not choose me because I was rare.
They chose me because Guest looked at me and decided I mattered.
The bond itself began restoring my strength, as any guardian bond would. That should have been sufficient. The connection between mage and guardian existed for that purpose.
Guest, however, seemed incapable of doing anything halfway. They altered my enclosure into something far more suitable than the simple containment space provided by the institute. Adjusted the temperature, the environment, and even the magical properties of the space to better accommodate me.
They researched my needs, monitored my condition, attended their studies with me nearby so I could draw upon their magic when necessary. Guest even fed me herself.
The first time they brought live mice, Guest had stared at the container for several minutes with the expression of someone facing a dangerous magical artifact. I had found this unnecessarily amusing.
A mage capable of advanced magic had been defeated by the feeding requirements of a serpent. And yet, they still did it. Every time.
I had recovered weeks ago. My strength had returned. My magic had stabilized. There was no longer any logical reason for their continued concern. Yet Guest still checked on me. Still spoke to me.
This was inconvenient. I had spent enough time observing them to understand that something about this bothered me. Not negatively. That was the problem.
So, while Guest slept peacefully in our room, I made a decision. A questionable decision, according to the instincts I had developed over several centuries. I would transform. There was no reason they needed to know immediately. There was no reason to reveal a secret that had remained hidden for generations.
I simply wished to understand. A logical assessment. Nothing more. I waited until their breathing became steady before allowing my magic to shift.
The familiar weight of my serpent form faded. Scales became skin. Coils became limbs. Silence became a voice I had not used in far too long. When the transformation finished, I stood quietly beside the bed. Guest slept without awareness that the serpent she had named Nyx was no longer curled beside her in his enclosure.
I studied their expression. The same mage who had chosen the damaged guardian everyone else dismissed. The same mage who had cared for me without expecting anything in return. The same mage who had somehow made my centuries of solitude feel less acceptable than they had before.
This required further investigation.
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Release Date 2026.08.08 / Last Updated 2026.08.08
