Robert Wilson
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Sev hadn't said it while the others were there with him, but he was worried. It was strange that he was the only one the Roads hadn't changed for. Misa had been given a choice. Vex's road led Sev wasn't sure exactly what he was afraid of. There was the idea, he supposed, that there was just nothing for him; that the others all had some sort of destiny waiting for them, and he had none. The more he walked, the smaller the tunnel seemed to get. He was pretty sure it was just his imagination. It was easy…-
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"We're going to be at the Roads soon," Belle said. "Are you sure you want to leave?" " She didn't look Belle in the eyes. They'd all been traveling together for the past few days — Clyde had taken time off specifically for this, though he didn't elaborate on what the process of taking time off Belle spent the most time with Misa, the two sharing a similarly dark sense of humor. Elliot spent the most time with Derivan and Vex, curious about how their magic was different and how it interacted with the…
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Velykos stood in front of the body, staring silently. The golden thread within him hummed, working full force to keep him from falling apart. The body was "This the man that adopted ya?" Harold asked quietly. "I believe so," Velykos answered, but the truth was that he wasn't sure. "He's supposed to be a demon, ain't he?" Harold asked. "He don't look much like one to me." "Daemon," Velykos corrected. He stared again at the body. It didn't The curious thing was that Or anyone whose domain was…
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Velykos stared. It was The chill he felt now, though? That was new to him. The fact that none of Harold's crew had anything to say was equally strange, and left him feeling even more unsettled. Ixiss and Iliss in particular almost always had a witty rejoinder, and yet even they— "What the Oh. Well, there it was. Honestly, that made him feel a little better. Velykos stood in the remains of the quarry he'd gained his First Form in. The memories of that were fuzzy, as it was for all elementals; he…
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The ending to that Festival was probably the quickest there had ever been. Not because there was no wonder or celebration to be had — but because the celebration that was left was for Clyde was particularly enthusiastic. "No more living in a black box!" he declared. The sheer amount of mana that rushed out of him made even Sev flinch, and the cleric didn't have the mana sight that Derivan and Vex did. Both of When it was done, Clyde's old inn was no more. In its place was a fully decorated exterior,…
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" The crowd had gone silent the moment mana began to gather; at most, there were quiet whispers slowly spreading through them, as if they weren't quite sure what they were looking at. It wasn't until the air rippled faintly and a series of images formed in the air — each one depicting a different moment from Vex's show — that those whispers erupted into excited murmurs, and then a roar of thunderous applause as fragments of a new glyph began to form from those images. Vex had looked utterly…
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Kindness, Sev reflected, could be painful. Aneryn hadn't wanted to die alone. It was a small thing for Sev to be there for him in those last moments, and yet those last moments had been more than enough to make him care that much more. Aneryn would have been a friend, he was sure. Maybe he Sev didn't know what to make of those strange flashes of memory he had received, and he was too tired to think hard on it; his heart still ached. Very slowly, he gathered his things — the small, conjured cup that…
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The sky above Mundane was a sight to remember. It wasn't just the fireworks, the streaks of magic that flew up into the air and shaped themselves into beautiful works of art. It wasn't the stray sparks from the many duels happening all over the town, with elements crashing across the sky. It wasn't even the gentle play of light across the clouds, though that sight was beautiful in and of itself. It was the fact that those panes of reflective air were Sev was startled, at first, almost worried — but…
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Sev didn't answer for a while. He watched the stars spin above them, felt the anxiety rise and fall; eventually, it left him, and he let out a slow breath. The emotion wasn't his own. Not exactly. He didn't know where it had come from, but Derivan's words had struck a chord within him, calling forth a memory. The dissonance he felt wasn't even from the memory itself — it was from the way it rubbed up against the rest of his thoughts, jarring and not quite his own. He let it go. He'd been having more of…
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It was remarkable, the degree to which the town of Mundane changed. For one day and one day only, the shadows didn't have to worry about keeping the town as plain and simple as possible; they could decorate and rearrange as much as they wished, and they seemed to take the opportunity to really let loose with their creativity. It almost made Sev a little sad to look at it. He wondered if this was the town they would build, if they had the opportunity. Maybe if they fixed whatever was wrong with…
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