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somethingclevermahogony · 12 days

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🍭Lollipop ~ Explain the magic system in your WIP (if applicable)

Magic in Kobani

Magic is a force which is innate in the universe, stemming from the river of creation or the Shobiash. It is in a sense, the raw energy of creation, the foundation of all matter and energy.

While humans cannot use magic in and of themselves, certain humans, namely sages and seers, can communicate with spirits and access their magical potential. As such while a sage cannot manipulate their own magical energies they may act as a conduit for the magic of spirits. In the world of Kobani, magic is the tool of gods and spirits. All things contain magic though in living things this magic tends to be much more concentrated forming the het or soul. Spirits and other magical entities can manipulate the magic in their being to interact with and change he energies of the world around them in much the same way that a person can manipulate matter with their hands. As a force of chaotic creation and destruction, magic is a dangerous and potent force, for some, such as the demigods, magic flows through their veins more intensely than in those of ordinary people, giving them divine might and longevity, however due to their human heritage they are still unable to manipulate this magic outside of their physical body.

While humans and most mortal races cannot use magic in and of themselves, certain humans, sages and seers, can communicate with spirits and through them gain access either to their own magical energies or to those of that spirit. When a mortal uses a spirit in this way it is called, sagecraft.

Sagecraft

The relationship between sage and spirit is a diplomatic one, built on negotiation and sacrifice. Thus, the role of the sage is to plead to these spirits, to offer them gifts and boons, often in the form of their own vitality, and even at times their physical well-being in exchange for the spirits' magical power. The intensity of the effect which a sage can produce is reliant on both the fortitude of the sage and the powers of the spirit. In most cases, the greater the act of magic, the higher the toll the sage must pay. It is not unheard of for overzealous sages to kill themselves while attempting energy intensive feats of magic.

Sagecraft is not reliant on spells or charms in most instances, but rather on rhetoric and charisma, it is a matter of convincing a spirit to help you, rather than forcing them. There are technically ways in which a spirit can be forced to lend their magic, the Arkodians were particularly skilled at this, however this practice was lost with them.

Sages and Seers are the same thing with the only difference being that Seers can allow said spirits fully into their mind and body, without losing control to said spirit or being harmed.

In most cases Sages and Seers are born as such, though it is technically possible with exposure to magic to develop the capability of sagecraft. While the abilities are vaguely genetic, passing down the ability is not assured, even amongst instances in which both parents are capable of sagecraft the probability of a child inheriting the ability is one-fifth, this increases to 1/10 when only one parent is capable of sagecraft. It is possible for sagecraft to skip generations and resurface sometimes as many as 7 generations later. There is typically no distinct explanation for why this occurs.

Spirit-Rot is a common illness among sages, and seers in particular, it is caused by the repeated weakening of the bonds between the physical and spiritual self-caused by repeated use of magic. This often first presents as a loss of basic sensations, numbness in the hands. Blindness, deafness, and an inability to detect physical touch often follow. In extreme and fatal cases, a sage may starve or die from dehydration due to a disconnect between bodily sensation and mental awareness.

In much more violent, but far quicker incidents, it is not unheard of for sages to combust, explode, or otherwise die in sudden and gruesome ways due to poor control of the borrowed energies.

Magic in general and the reliance on spirits often takes a harsh toll on sages, both mentally and physically, the average sage will die 20 years earlier than the average farmer in Kishetal. Forty-five is considered elderly for a sage.

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starfieldhouses · 1 year

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Landscapes on the planet Whiterain, from my sci-fi project!

Read more about this world on my Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/starfieldhouses/art/Whiterain-from-space-767963496

These have been newly added to my print store at https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/starfielddomicile/

#aliens #speculative evolution #astrobiology #exoplanet #otherworlds #space art #organisms #weird #bizarre #zoology #anatomy #life forms #creatures #critters #cosmic #space exploration #futurism #fantas #sci-fi

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darkest1 · 5 days

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𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖆𝖍𝖊𝖆��...

#bases #base set #illustration #line #rs #Pern #dragonriders of pern #RPer #dragon #kof #buy me a kofi #fantas #fantasy art #vampire aesthetic #fantasy #aesthetic #goth #gothic

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nightforge-art · 5 days

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I'm making fairies inspired by different flowers and plants I like and I decided to start with Dandelions !

#art #artists on tumblr #digital art #drawing #aesthetic #fairy #fairycore #fairies #fairy art #fantas #fantasy

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linkemon · 6 days

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Demoiselle en détresse (Bakugō Katsuki x Reader) [Fantasy AU]

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ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʙɴʜᴀ. [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ꜱᴇᴛꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏɴ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴘᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜᴛʜᴇʀɴ, ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴛʀɪʙᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ. ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀᴀᴄʟᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ… ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ǫᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪꜱ - ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇ?

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ᴀᴜ.

ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ, ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏ-ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ "ꜱᴜꜰꜰɪxᴇꜱ" ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ.

Night was falling. Flames from a small fire shot up cheerfully and five tired hikers warmed themselves around it, talking about the events of the past weeks.

— My magic didn't work on these creatures at all — said Ochaco. — I still have a lot to learn.

Everyone shuddered at the mention of nasty flying monsters.

The only one who knew who the mysterious beasts were was [Reader] but she wasn't going to reveal it to the rest of the group.

She played her role, one of many previously prepared for the destinations. As the queen of Kamino, she was taught from a young age to take on various characters and put on appropriate masks. This time she chose the role of a wise woman who didn't stick her nose out from behind books. She changed her appearance and became a quiet mouse. One of the advantages was that she did not have to completely shed her highly developed manners and higher education, which would have been difficult for her to hide.

— Thank you again for saving us, Your Higness — she said to Shōto, who nodded and returned to sipping the aromatic brew of phosphorescent mushrooms.

— It was amazing — Izuku added and began to mumble in fascination.

It didn't take a few moments for him to start writing something down in the leather book he carried with him throughout the journey.

The only person who did not speak flatteringly to the prince that evening was Katsuki Bakugō — the last living representative of a wild tribe from the South and the owner of a huge dragon. With a frown on his face, he repeatedly announced that he didn't need rescuing. Todoroki did not accept his challenge to a duel, which was considered a personal grudge. Finally, in order not to escalate the situation, [Reader] asked the blonde to go collect more firewood. Despite this, curses and the sounds of branches could be heard coming from the forest, which (judging by the cracking sounds) were probably broken by the force of muscles.

— So, if I understood correctly earlier, you are going to try? — Shoto asked.

— Yes. — Ochaco pulled her cloak tighter around her. — We hope that we will be able to convince the oracle. I want to get money to ease the burden on my parents. Along the way, I met Izuku, who wants to become a hero. As for [Reader]… — the girl trailed off.

Until now, she hadn't really thought about what the scientist's goal was.

— My wish is a secret.

— Anyway, she's the only one who knows the way to this place. — Without her, we would probably have been wandering for a long time. Katsuki joined us later. He saved us from monsters similar to those your majesty fought this morning. Then he said he wanted to get to the cave as quickly as possible and joined us. I didn't even try to ask about his wish, I'm too afraid of him. — She pouted. — Along the way, we also met Tenya Īda, a noble knight following an ancient code and...

This was going to be a long story.

— We have a lot of adventures behind us. — Izuku smiled. — And now we're a day away from our destination. I think it's time to rest a bit.

Thus the blankets were distributed and the company fell into a deep sleep in the midst of the ancient forest.

Some time later, Katsuki also joined them. Ever since they first encountered the beasts, they had been on guard duty. That evening, he was first in line.

However, he didn't wake [Reader] up so she could take over his shift like he should have. As he approached and tried to pull her from sleep, she muttered something about five minutes and then began to snore softly. The blonde wanted to shout at her but eventually he adjusted her blanket, added his own and only muttered:

— Sleep well, idiot.

He didn't want to admit it but the scientist caught his eye at the very beginning of the trip. In the first days, she stayed away from him but after he rescued her from the hands of a famous thug called Stain, their relationship warmed up significantly. Sometimes, sitting under the stars, they talked about various trivial and serious topics, enjoying each other's company. They also happened to fly on a dragon in the moonlight.

This was the guard that Katsuki wanted to send, a being who, contrary to appearances, is very intelligent but cunning. It was hard to get him to do any favors other than tearing to shreds and burning everything he could find. [Reader] seemed to be his favourite though because he even let her pet his muzzle. For most of the group, this was an unattainable phenomenon.

In reality, however, the dragon instinctively sympathized with the girl, after all, like her, he was pretending to be someone he was not.

The mythical animal flashed its eyes and nodded in agreement.

The wild one needed sleep too. He planned to reach the oracle with the others in the morning.

This is how the last night before trials passed.

***

At dawn, the travelers said goodbye to Prince Todoroki and his brave white steed and headed towards the caves.

They managed to open the mysterious door to the underworld because Izuku solved the mysterious riddle thanks to his knowledge of mythical heroes.

The dragon had to stay outside, there was no chance of dragging the huge creature into the narrow corridors.

It was dark inside, so Ochaco turned on the light on the end of her wand. They went deeper, trusting the [Reader's] notes, which actually belonged to the castle's book collection. The air was thick, stuffy and stale. They passed stalactites and stalagmites, occasionally scaring bats, to see the mysterious path and the shadow at its end.

When a person hears the word "oracle" they usually imagine a beautiful woman. However, it turned out to be an older man with long black hair who introduced himself as Shōta Aizawa. He obviously just woke up.

— You're interrupting my nap, you idiots. — He rolled over.

— We came to take trials — Izuku said.

— All of you?

He was answered by four nods.

— Great, let the trials begin or something... — He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. — Oh, I would have forgotten. Only one of you will reach the end and I will grant theirs wish. The rest will fly out of here faster than you can imagine.

No one was prepared for such a quick turn of events. Especially the young queen when she realized her hopeless situation.

Before they could ask anything more, white light surrounded the hikers.

This is how the journey through a strange maze full of traps began. It was somewhere above the caves. This was indicated by the green grass, clean air and daylight.

During the trials, Izuku came to the conclusion that he could become a great hero without his wish, willingly giving his chance to the others. Ochaco said that if it weren't for [Reader] who saved her from the thorny vine, she would have beend dead and she honorably retired. They disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke and that was all that was seen of them.

So Katsuki and the false scientist remained on the battlefield. They reached the end of the maze without any major obstacles. There were two shining swords lying there and nothing else.

— I think they want us to fight. — The girl raised her sword.

She took lessons at night but she was aware that she had no chance against the wild man.

— I won't fight you because you pose no challenge to me. — Hey you, Aizen, or whatever your name was, come up with something else! — he shouted at the top of his lungs.

— A fight is a fight, these are the rules of the final trials — the man said in a dispassionate voice.

He was sitting on the wall, unnoticed so far.

— I don't give a damn about your games. You can't force me. — The blonde crossed his arms on his chest.

— You will die here.

— You have to watch us, otherwise you wouldn't be here to begin with. You want to sleep, so going away is not an option for you — [Reader] deduced.

It was a mistake. A nasty smile appeared on the face of the previously calm man, heralding trouble.

— I know you inside and out. I also know what your wishes are. You want your family back, Bakugō — he continued. — Do you even know who you're up against here?

A shiver ran down the girl's neck and she tightened her fingers on the hilt of the sword she was holding.

— Enlighten me.

— Queen [Reader] of Kamino — he said in a quiet voice, then disappeared in a black cloud and reappeared on the wall.

— Katsuki, listen...

— A family of murderers!

The girl could barely withstand the force of the angry boy's attack. The hail of blows fell with unexpected speed. [Reader] felt adrenaline coursing through her veins as she tried to use any defense. Every breath she took was burning with fire because the enemy did not give her even a moment's respite.

The blade clanged as it hit the floor and the girl felt the blade close to her throat. After a moment, she saw him raise it up to deliver the final blow. Her ears were ringing. She tried to articulate a sentence but her voice refused to obey her.

— You've won — a scathing voice whispered to the last of the wild people — I told you I'd make you fight.

The sword was pulled back to a safe distance.

— Get her out of here before I change my mind!

— NO.

[Reader] felt like she was doing one of the biggest stupid things in her life but she had responsibilities and debts to pay. Even if she was defeated and had to be on her knees begging for help.

— It's not fair. Why should I be judged for something my parents did? I know they murdered your tribe fighting for the land but it's not my fault. It's also not the fault of the humans, who will soon face an army of beasts called Nomu. The ones you dealt with along the way. My people don't stand a chance against them. My wish is to stop Shigaraki, their master. I know that tens of thousands of nameless people are nothing to you compared to the parents you lost but I'm going to ask you to use my wish anyway. If revenge or a crown is of any value to you — she felt a lump in her throat — then I'm ready for that too.

— Enough of these sappy speeches — said Aizawa.

With these words, he snapped his fingers and [Reader] disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke.

***

— Your Highness. — Maiden bowed. — Our savior, Katsuki Bakugō, has arrived.

[Reader] nervously adjusted her diadem and smoothed her dress.

— Let him in.

The boy entered as if he was oblivious to the dozens of pairs of eyes watching him in the throne room.

In fact, he admired the craftsmanship and wealth around him. Like all the way to the palace. The city had been blooming and prospering for a year. When he made his wish, he was not fully aware of how many lives he was saving. Now, with so many residents in front of his eyes, he was convinced that he had done the right thing. Strangers who recognized him on the street began to congratulate him, invite him to dinner and give him flowers. This wasn't what he expected.

Even more so, he didn't expect that his heart would accelerate so much at the sight of her.

— I thought I'd drop by.

He had the same cheeky smile as before.

The girl gracefully descended from the platform to kneel in front of the blonde. There were quiet whispers in the room:

— It is not proper to stand higher than Her Highness.

As if on cue, each courtier lowered themself to the floor and bowed their head. There was complete silence.

The boy felt his cheeks turning red.

— I'm not going to kill you or take your crown, so get up, you idiot.

There were murmurs again:

— The hero insults Her Highness?

The queen obediently stood up, dismissing the court with a gesture. A sincere, warm smile appeared on her face.

— It's good to see you again, Katsuki. I would like to thank you for your wish. After the oracle sent me away, I was almost sure that I would have nothing to return to and yet I am standing in my own palace among my subjects.

— You declared me a hero and publicly confessed your parents' sins. — He glanced at her.

— I know it won't bring your family back but I want to fix as many mistakes as I can. Is there something you want? Do you have any treasure or reward in mind that I could repay you with?

— I don't need anything — he muttered.

Suddenly the distance between them decreased dramatically. The boy couldn't stop following every detail on [Reader's] face. The last rays of the setting sun passed through the colorful stained glass windows and danced in the girl's hair and eyes.

— They say every knight should be kissed after saving a damsel in distress — she whispered.

— Well... I think that sounds good.

Bakugō expected it to be just a kiss on the cheek but he received so much more. The girl's lips were soft and warm. He swore he felt sparks spread throughout his body. He placed his hand on her cheek as if he wanted to hold this moment in his memory longer.

From behind the closed door one could hear:

— They look so cute together...

— You see, man, I said that it's a wedding, gimme that three gold coins...

— Youth, I used to be the same...

[Reader], smiling, moved away slightly.

— I think I'm in love, you know? — She looked at him from under her eyelashes.

— That's good, because so do I. — He pulled her and kissed her again.

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ajedrezuwu123 · 1 month

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El Monstruo Más Bello (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/364874746-el-monstruo-m%C3%A1s-bello?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Buruchizuuwu Los habitantes del reino de Aoi Hana cuentan la historia de que en el castillo del Rey Leonardo I, esta escondido un secreto muy grande, un monstruo horrible y desfigurado habita en el, unos dicen que el monstruo es la maldición que los dioses le mandaron al pueblo para aterrorizarlos, otros dicen que fue el castigo que los dioses le mandaron a los reyes por sus pecados, pero muy pocos saben y recuerdan el origen de esa cosa horrible e innombrable, pero cada vez que alguien trata de explicar el hecho su boca es cerrada para siempre y no pueden decir que el monstruo es la princesa del reino...¿Por que muy pocos lo recuerdan? ¿Por que nadie puede decir el origen del monstruo?

#avent #aventuras #fanta #fantas #friends #lovato #magconimagines #magia #poderes #prin #princ #princes #romance #books #wattpad #amwriting

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haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted · 1 year

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Stoneforge Mystic (Borderless Ver) by Dan Dos Santos

#Magic the Gathering #MtG #Zendikar #Double Masters #Stoneforge Mystic #Kor #Fantas #Fantasy #Art #Dan Dos Santos

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ex0skeletal-undead · 8 months

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Flowers of Evil, oil painting by Devinez

This artist on Instagram

#art #painting #dark art #horror #fantas #surreal #macabre #anatomical heart #body horror #gore #floral

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alleykatart · 5 months

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Just for my own brain to wrap around their sizes a bit better!

Theros is roughly 6'2, a bit more if you include his beautiful curls.

Wren clocks in at just around 5'4, meaning there's about a ten inch height difference between them.

and Tomas... is 7'6, meaning there's an over 2 foot difference between him and Wren, and a 1'4 difference between him and Theros, who's the second tallest household member!f

I'm dreading when I finally figure out who Tomas is with, romantically, because posing between Wren and Theros is already tricky due to the height differences, and unless Tomas is with someone like Colt, Carter, or Rhys, my tallest guys...

#art #muscle #gay #trans artist #boys #men #gay men #muscle and twink #size difference #fantas #urban fantasy #femboy #socks

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hyydraworks · 1 year

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Ratuary Day 7: Sticky

Not entirely sure where frogs fit into the Wastes narrative, but I discovered recently that Grung exist in DnD and I plan to draw a lot of these lawful evil poison dart frog people.

#grung #red #poison dart frog #dnd #mage frog #Dungeons and Dragons #dnd fanart #fantas #rp #watercolourpainting #illustration #ratuary #ratuary 2023

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kim-poce · 1 year

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11. Witches Are Meant to Burn: Lunatic's Theory

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Magic. I thought on my own in the rare free time I managed to make for me and my students. Now, I know, I know this isn’t a real thing. Well, I should know, at least Enertine de Patry should be a lot more rational than that, and I would not dare to think about such a possibility if I was in front of my father and yet… yet I seem to be turning into some kind of lunatic.

Correlation is not causation. I tried to keep this in mind; like a rope tying me to the surface while I drowned more and more in this shameful part of my thoughts. And started analyzing everything that happened since the library was found.

There was erosion, not something grand (or so I heard) but enough for some curious people to walk around the place. That’s how it was found, by chance, by fate. (I must really be out of my mind). The cave attracted everyone’s attention, as it was to be expected, even non-scholars or scholars from unrelated fields became curious, but well, it’s Fog Age; who wouldn’t want to learn about it?

Everything about the project started as I expected; fuss, fight over who gets to make the decision, fight over who gets this part or that part of the project, fight against Gione’s students, who, by his orders, are always trying to steal an idea or another. Even the unexpected things weren’t surprising, like Portia’s representatives being so friendly to outsiders for the first time in a long while.

I, for the moment I heard about this place, tried to tie myself to reason and to things that make sense, opening an exception only to anything witches-related that might rise (there was none so far). However, there is a limit to how much I can ignore my thoughts. The odd things started on the first day I came to Podium Library (I’m still trying to change this unlucky name). It started with the heat.

Gea, the country I was born and raised in, is on the colder side. I’m used to traveling, so I am used to the change of climate from one place to another, but none like that change in the train; The day had been hotter than I was used to, nothing much or unexpected, until it changed, until it was suddenly too hot. As if we had crossed a line and traveled kilometers closer to the Central Line in less than a second. I asked later, but no one seemed to have felt that change but me. I ignored it, what could I do? To complain about the climate?

The second thing was the time I passed out, I don’t remember much; I looked inside the library, I raised my feet, put it down past the door and just… blacked out. I remember feeling hot, and since the doctor said I had a fever this seems to be about right. Normally I wouldn’t put so much thought on such matters, but heat has a special meaning to me after the whole burning witches issue.

I left Portia and paid attention to the line where the climate suddenly got colder. I repeated it on the day I went back to Podium, and as I hoped, in that same spot the climate became too hot.

Now, this all could be a coincidence, a correlation rather than a causation. But it wouldn’t explain the fires, I read and read our list over and over. Nothing would explain the whole situation as well as magic, and I know this sounds crazy, reason I’m not sharing my thoughts even with Tina, but just let me speak my mind.

The fire wasn’t aimed at people, but every trace of Podium’s work that was left alone was burned; the copies Gione’s students had, the notes of the professors, Hector’s scribbles of the unknown alphabet that were inside my notebook. The only traces taken away from Podium and did not burn was the one people carried all along. So, what if, and I know how my reputation would go down if I uttered it out loud, but what if the fire wasn’t caused by people? If it was caused by Podium’s words?

The word ‘witches’ doesn’t affect anyone but me, at least as far as I know, if it does affect other people they would be silent about it, as I am. I burnt myself on it when I was young, so I know it is real and it affects the real word, but not the whole word, it affects me. Now, none of Podium’s words that I touched so far burnt me, but maybe they burnt the buildings. If ‘witches’ needs me (or more people like me, I have a too small sample to be sure of what causes it to affect me), Podium’s words may need to be outside a certain reach, say, the spot the temperature suddenly rises, and outside people’s reach, say, a building where everyone had just walked away of, and having all the requirements met it could cause, say, a fire.

This library had several layers of secrecy, it was hidden as an awful sin, as anything that goes against Fate is expected to be. It was a place that survived in the time that going against the ‘right order of things’ meant death, it needed a way to keep the secret within its reach. So my theory makes historical sense, even if no scientific one. I can’t be sure that this all isn’t just a hallucination and I’m just a crazy person.

But I have a copy identical to the old one that burnt, I know where is the line where the temperature changes, and I happen to have free time on my hands.

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@kathea, @extemporary-username, @wolfeyedwitch, @blu-jay-2779, @rose-pinkie, @latenightcupsofcoffee

#witches are meant to burn #original fiction #original writing #wicthes #fantasy writing #fantas #ymy writing #not a reblog

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