Patricia Wilson
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The claw was squashed up against the side of the mountain, earth and stone bent into a perfectly-sized pit around it. Six out of eight talons were gone, five out of eight eyes had ruptured. It was bleeding heavily, soft quivers running through its body with sparse intervals. Gabriel recognized it. The quivers, the scent that lingered in the air around it, the fluctuations of energy, like a soul struggling to stay behind. Death was near, and the claw was knocking at its gates. But this was a battle, a…-
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It heard a knocking. Within the darkness, within the emptiness, within that eternity, it heard a knocking. Crimson lines came alive with light for but a moment, shedding some light on its prison after countless years. It couldn’t see any of it, but it could feel it. Iras? A thought echoed throughout the prison as the red lines faded again. No sound so this wasn’t the part that held its head or heart. Was it just a mistake, a trick of the mind? Then came another knock. The lines lit up again, light…
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When he heard the voice and saw the blackish-violet light wash over him, Gabriel expected that he would end up back in that black ‘box’ filled with souls. But it seemed like that event was reserved only for the initial awakening of his Unique Magic, the light sinking into his body and rushing through his veins as if it was blood. His insides boiled. Different from the fire that Alice lit, different from the lightning she gave him. It was as if every cell of his being was bubbling, hissing with screams…
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The sensation on his hand felt tight, the warmth competing with the chill of the northern lands. Alice looked at him, just as he looked back at her, but the tears streaming down her face seemed to choke her up so she didn’t say anything. She just held his hand and smiled through the tears. Gabriel used her hand as support to pull himself up, water dripping off his head as he stood up and directed his gaze towards the claw. He and Alice got to enjoy a small intermission, but that was naturally only…
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"Katush." (Water.) 1,100,067,928. The word fell from Gabriel’s lip, becoming a wisp of violet-black mana that scattered across the lake that now pooled all around him. "Katush." 1,100,067,918. With every utterance, the looming number shrank. It was honestly just tiny increments, but it shrank nonetheless. Thus, the water rose without end, thus magic drowned the mountains. "Katush." 1,100,067,908. He just needed to speak the words. With each utterance, the souls swirling ceaselessly within him…
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Gabriel could hear the figure’s breath reach him, like a soft whisper on his ears. But he couldn’t feel anything, he could only hear it. Tempting him, guiding him towards his tenets. Don’t let it go, do whatever you must for it. The easiest way. The best way. The logical way. "…Show me outside." Gabriel felt his head ache as he spoke. The grating, the words, they were beating down on his skull. And then there was the knock… No, calling it a throbbing was more correct. The throbbing was…
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"What exactly are you trying to achieve by showing me a bunch of illusions?" Gabriel’s voice sounded rough, even to him. But the way it felt in his throat… it was like fire was trying to escape his lungs. If those illusions were all supposed to be possible futures then he would have to spit on this figure. As if he would allow such shitty futures to even appear in Alice’s nightmares. "We’re just trying to make a self-proclaimed page understand what it means to be a character, ?#=¤#%, a true and…
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Gabriel looked at the figure, the reflection that no longer fit. The situation was strange, bizarre even. Thus, his mind cooled. To figure things out a bit faster, to understand his current state before he made his next move. He stood up? Sat up? A second ago he had been bouncing across snow and ice yet now he felt entirely weightless so he honestly had no clue what the correct direction was. The figure remained in front of him even as he moved, at first it seemed to float above him but now it seemed to…
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"Fen, Quetz, I entrust my Lady to you for a moment." Gabriel spoke to Alice’s two spirits as he took a few steps away from the holes that the lizard-men had made to sneak into their midst. Fen and Quetz naturally didn’t need such a reminder, already sticking close to Alice, and by extension Teresa. He cast a glance at Caine for a moment, but there was no way he would need any help. The rest of the knights were also managing just fine, even with the lizard-men starting to pop up from below them. Well,…
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The Jaws of Barong. The mountain range that served as the northern border of the Earhart empire, the very extreme of the Barong territory. The continent continued on beyond them, but it was untamed and wild, with no human settlements for the next 1800 kilometres. Naturally, such a stretch of land wasn’t entirely lifeless. No, it was just devoid of humans. The extreme north belonged to the beasts and demons, and it wasn’t rare for them to make their way south. The Jaws of Barong would always be the…
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