Taylor Christopher Paxton And The Arcane Labyrinth
Taylor Christopher Paxton is a character I created for an RPG I was going to start, but never got around to. Instead, it turned into something much bigger. I decided I wanted to start a backstory for this character before I began RP-ing as him on Tumblr, and it, in Ron Burgundy's terms, escalated quickly from there. The result was a 12,000+ word fan fiction into the next-generation of Harry Potter characters through the eyes of a completely new face. It's not finished, not in the slightest. In fact, the real adventures haven't even begun yet. The Arcane Labyrinth is something that Taylor, Scorpius, and a few other new and familiar faces stumble onto in Taylor's fifth year. At forty-five pages in, I don't think I've even cracked the third year in Taylor's story yet. It's set up fast paced, and it is for the most part. I hope to get to the actual bulk of the story soon. I'll certainly be more motivated if I get positive feedback, so let me know what you think. One final note, while face claims are not totally important, I should note that Taylor was being modeled after young Leonardo DiCaprio.
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Introduction: The Paxtons
Chapter 1
The
Paxtons were a respectable family who lived in the outskirts of
Manchester. They had not lived in
the area for a long period of time, and this disgruntled some of the
surrounding residents. People from Manchester prided themselves on their
longstanding heritage in the area; newcomers were not, necessarily, unwelcome,
but there was just something peculiar about the Paxtons. They were just so extraordinarily
ordinary.
When they moved in during the spring of
2009, there were already four of them.
There was Sarah Paxton, a beautiful middle-aged woman who was always
baking things. Delicious things.
When they moved in, she made baked goods for everyone on Riverpond Drive and in
the surrounding areas. No one was
sure how she was able to cook so much.
Everyone seemed to agree on one thing, though: everything was delicious.
Christopher Paxton was a thin, but not
unattractive man with short-cropped black hair and a quiet demeanor. He put on a custom-tailored grey suit
every morning and drove off to the corporate law firm, Bridge and Meadows, where he had worked since he graduated from
Oxford School of Law.
Sarah and Christopher had two children.
There was their eldest son, Robert Paxton, who they called Robby. He was six years old when the Paxtons
moved into 22 Riverpond Drive in April of 2009. He was a preposterously uninteresting boy. Robby preferred
to spend his days with his hooked-nose buried in children’s books. He was rather unsociable, and he
demonstrated no interest in any of the other little boys or girls who lived on
Riverpond Drive. Oddly enough, Sarah never showed much interest in Robby, and
Christopher hadn’t much time for his son because of his work with the firm.
This befuddled the residents of Riverpond above all else.
Finally, there was Taylor—Taylor
Christopher Paxton. Taylor was
naught but an infant when the Paxtons moved onto Riverpond Drive, and the tot
was hardly ever seen. He was
always with his mother, Sarah, and he was never at community events that the
rest of the neighboring families attended. Christopher would come or Sarah
would come, and they would bring little Robby who would go off to some corner
to read, but Taylor would always be at home with one of his parents. Maybe the
boy was sick, the neighbors thought. Maybe he had some handicap, and the
parents were just too ashamed, others posed.
No one could suspect the truth, however.
This was one of those times where the truth was just too much for anyone to
consider, much less believe.
