Stopza
“How was that, Master?!” Mickey exclaimed, looking eagerly at Yensid for approval. It was difficult to tell the wizard’s hat apart from the starry night around them.
Yensid wasn’t sure if apprenticing another Keyblade wielder was a good idea. He’d retired, given his authority over to Master Eraqus, and, nice as this little King was, the mouse was even having trouble with his magic spells. He had been tasked with casting a successful Stop spell on the three good Fairies to build up his strength casting on multiple targets. Mickey had just un-freezed not even realizing he’d Stopped himself.
“No, no! I see we’re going to have to practice back-and-forth casting for you to recognize the feeling of being under a spell yourself.”
Mickey’s face was crestfallen as Merryweather chortled to herself.
“Don’t be disheartened, Mickey. Most wielders are better-suited at simply waving their blades around, but to become a Master I’d like you to have at least a moderate grasp over your magic. No doubt one day it will be of some use to you.”
“I’m not worried, Master. I know anything you have to teach me will be worthwhile.”
At just that moment, a raven took flight from inside some nearby bushes into the night sky, one of his wings glancing the wizard’s hat mid-course. Before any of them could react, Mickey instinctually Stopped the hat in mid-air.
The fairies clapped respectfully.
“You know, that raven looked familiar…” Merryweather said to herself, her brow furrowed, before involving the other two fairies in a private conversation.
“Very good, Mickey,” Yensid said as he returned the hat to his bald head. “It’s clear your greatest strength is being able to act in the heat of a moment. Very well, I think that’s enough for today.”
“Thank you, Master! Minnie’s birthday is tomorrow. I need to get back to start preparing. I’d like to get back tonight, if I can…” he said, having pulled out the Star Shard and staring mournfully down at it.
“May your heart be your guiding key. Focusing your heart is the best solution to getting where you want to quickly,” Yensid said, slowly smirking.
“Um… Well, here goes again.” Mickey held up the shard and immediately was thrown upwards, dinging every star he would come within distance of and holding on for dear life.
Yensid chuckled to himself as he climbed the steps back into his tower, while Fauna was murmuring, “The poor dear…” At least with Mickey involved, his retirement would never be dull.