Mary Wilson
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I bent down, charging my runes in a second. If my spells didn’t work in time, I’d incorporate a different and wholly unexpected strategy – beating the hell out of her. I detonated the runes, charging at her with fury in each of my footsteps. My stomps caved the steel beneath me, deforming my own boots. My rapid approach knocked Chrona from her stupor, spurring her to action. She whipped her tail at me, but I sidestepped the impact. She wasn’t particularly fast or secure in her striking. She…-
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I watched the edited footage, a seed of genuine hatred forming in my chest. The video editors connected the footage in such a way that I hated the gialgathens, and that I supported Thisbey. The news report had never been live. It was a staged act, spreading propaganda for Thisbey’s media campaign. It was a good thing I filmed it. Even then, it felt ridiculous that this kind of bullshit was even allowed. “Why are they allowed to do this? Surely this is illegal.” Kessiah shrugged, “On some…
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Grotokia looked to the camera and raised his hand, “Five, four, three…” The rest of his countdown was him moving his hand. As the interview started, he steepled his fingers and stared at the main camera, “Tonight, we’ll be looking at Chrona and Daniel, two contestants in Giess’s yearly tournament. On the one hand, Chrona has been a regular combatant of the competition for the last decade. On the other, Daniel is a newcomer who hides his identity. We’ll be discussing what they think of each…
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I spent the morning prepping with Torix for the interview. He and I brainstormed some common questions, and I practiced hiding my identity. He even cast a few wards over me, helping hide my identity further. With everything handled, we trecked off into the forest, taking the long way to the stadium. As we walked, I turned towards Torix, “I haven’t seen Kessiah around lately. Has she been in Rivaria?” Torix peered at his status as we walked across the rolling hills, “I don’t believe so. In…
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Helios began a slow, self-derisive laugh. It mounted in volume, resonating through the underground room like a hurricane of sound. A shiver ran up my spine, his voice putting me on edge. As the cacophony came to an end, Helios spread his hands in defeat, “To think such a simple guise would fool me for so long…I still have much to learn. Some of that learning will revolve around you, however.” He interlocked his fingers, pointing at me, “So then…Why are you on Giess and why are you helping…
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As Torix rested, I walked over towards Althea, finding the room still in chaos. I leaned over, seeing the assassin’s face still intact. It was unusual since I killed the assassins most of the time. When I did, the face was usually the first thing to go. Most often because I punched it. Anyways, I sat on the bed beside her, manipulating my mass, so I didn’t crush the thing beneath me. I laid a hand over her shoulder, and Althea leaned against me. She shook her head, “Damn. The bomb was so close…
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Torix floated over towards me, his arms crossed. One of the blue mage-frog-dragons stammered, “I…we were sent here by Lehesion to spread the silvers.” I waved my hand in a circle, “Anything else?” The mammoth beast squeaked out, “Lehesion told us that Giess had drifted from the olden ways and needed to be cleansed.” My shoulders drooped, “What the fuck?” The blue mage nodded, “Lehesion understands that we gialgathens are superior to the espens. That is why he fought for…
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I raised an eyebrow, “It has something to do with the dry air?” Torix shook his head, “Most definitely. I’ll be sapping water from the mountain and its innards. The amphibious gialgathens will suffer.” I scoffed, “Yeah. Chapped lips and dry skin. Real deadly.” Torix brushed a hand at me, “You’ve no understanding of the extreme those discomforts may inflict. On the desert world where I gathered the rations you eat, I explored some of their water magic. They mastered the art of…
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From Torix’s palm, a funnel of white magic poured outward. A radiant, holy light enveloped the merject, giving it angel wings. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow, “Uh, it looks like you buffed it rather than blew it up.” Torix laughed, “Watch.” Torix raised his other palm, releasing a horde of ravens covered in black fire. The creatures swarmed toward the merject, piercing through the new white light. They stabbed the merject with their beaks, crawling under their skin through the…
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I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall behind me, “Really now? This is that big a problem?” Torix raised a hand, “Indeed it is. The silvers themselves already placed Giess among a few planets with residents that require experience gain outside of eldritch. This incident tips the scales against the planet in more ways than one.” Torix’s eyes narrowed, “Besides, from what you describe, the Hybrid seems more than simply virulant.” I shook my head, “Yeah, it was more like a…
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