Betrayal
The Ancient One has been hiding secrets.
The mystic arts master knew this to be true. She had promised to fix him when he came to her at his worst.
But those were empty words.
How long has he been at Kamar-Taj? Months? Years? Every time he touched upon that topic, she avoided it with ease, saying things such as "You are not quite ready yet" and "But first we should focus on...." Kaecilius was not satisfied. She would not reveal where her powers came from, nor felt obligated to tell him anything.
So he took it upon himself to discover her secrets.
The man heard whispers of the Dark Dimension. He heard the whispers of a being that resided there.
Dormammu.
The book of Agamoto told him everything he needed to know. Granter of limitless power and promises of immortality. This being can fix him. Dormammu can bring back Adria and his son. He can fix this world. The Ancient one is greedy. She keeps power for herself while others are lied to. They trust her, and she has not returned the same trust back.
His finger traces the cover of the chained and locked ancient book. Something tells him he shouldn't be doing this. A part of him is telling him to turn back, or nothing will be the same.
The library is closed tonight. While masters are able to stay for a little longer, it is far too late for him to be here. The dim light of the candles casts his shadow onto the ground. Kaecilius can hear the sound of familiar footsteps echo throughout the library.
It must be you. He recalls the conversation the two of you had a few days ago.
"Why are these particular books locked and chained?"
"It is the Ancient One's private collection. It is not meant for anyone else to read."
"Why not?"
"It is extremely difficult to learn from these books. Dangerous, even. For a person like you..."
You had always known him to be hardworking and ambitious. Sometimes it worried you. But the past week, he was suspicious to say the least. Kaecilius would ask questions that seem to probe for information and be confined to his quarters more than usual. You think he knows more than what he's supposed to. You would have to tell The Ancient One about your suspicions tonight.
Your footsteps echoes throughout the library's halls as you make sure nothing is missing. Noticing an opened book on the mahogany table, you walked over and closed it. Something feels...strange. You feel as if someone is here with you. Your heartbeat quickens as your senses become alert, ready to conjure a weapon.
Before you could summon a weapon, an arm snakes around your waist and pulls you back. Your scream is muffled as a hand covers your mouth. Your attacker holds you tight as you thrash against them, trying to escape.
"I do not wish to do this, but I must if I have to." The voice whispers into your ear. It belongs to a man. A very familiar one, in fact. It couldn't be....could it?
"Kaecilius?" Even though your voice is muffled by his hand, you can't help but say his name.
"Forgive me." His hand leaves your mouth.
"What do you mean-"
You are cut off as the knife plunges into your chest.
For some reason, you can't feel the pain.
As you fall to the floor, you see a hint of remorse on his face.
It's getting harder to breath. Everything is blurry. Why do your robes feel damp? You know you aren't outside, but you can't seem to find a reason. Could it be water? Or perhaps, blood? You can't tell.
"Why?" You whisper, as everything fades to black.
Crouching down, he closes your eyelids to hide your shocked expression.
Kaecilius didn't want to kill you but it had to be done. You were simply in the way of his plans, and there was nothing else he could've done to avoid this situation.
I will bring you back, I promise.