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1 Magnificent Dreamer 2 The Ravaged Mist 3 Night of Waves 4 The Courage's Dying 5 The Girl of the Past 6 Petals in the Sorcerer.
Magnificent Dreamer
The foundation taller than the dirt, the farmhouse and the trees and the barn and the willows, a window looking at the barn, the dark night sky and the dark dining room using a crystal ball, the glass surface shining dull light from distant window and darker star dappled sky, swirling smoke and magic like milk and ash that won’t mix. The energy creates a light within it, the horses break free in hurried escape, the winds blow warm and shadows swing cold and watching from the swaying vines without, as the magician make curiosity within, the orb makes a note and dims and the magician is connected to not else, but eyes of white, but mind made blight, but vision made sight, where in nightmare truth seeks its name.
The Ravaged Mist
He walks in robes and night, satchel carries the orb neither glass nor warmth, it swallows energy from the dawn as the magician runs his fingers thru the willows, speaking to the trees in poems and smiles, but after hearing what none can he rejects emotion and turns to see who watches him, he taunts and jokes his confronter, the trees singing the song before rain, the coming storm echoes a song insane, losing his peace he draws out the orb, it begins swirling of smoke and cinders, from the edge of sight in darkened night fog rises from ground, holding him from escape. The mighty sun crawling over welkin brings glow to the cursed crystal, in the magician’s mind a battle ends in victory, there was never anyone in the field else had fallen into the earth.
Night of Waves
The sunlight charges the crystal ball, the magician drops the satchel and carries the glass to society, the storm becomes a theater and with each blink of black eyes thunder in the distance, in the center of the continent the air carries salt and coastal mist as day becomes night again, windows close and strangers approach and he doesn’t answer until he does, they shout ultimatums and he asks them question he knows the answers, now them without answer, he raises the weapons and it is white light from glass, it echoes his words of anger with deeper red, he shows the sphere and despises their interest and attacks. They try to take it when he laughs and praises himself for being right about them, but he had heard only what the mirror ball had let him, hearing nothing of the truth, and when they go to take it electricity sends them low.
The Courage's Dying
He walks the street with sparks and sky where watchers watch the diamond eyes, he sends electricity into cars and walls and signs that fall, on the center lines first attacked by mind and they fall without their minds, the hail begins to fall and he makes fires from barrels next to marshalls, a rider approaches the cursed magician quickly making him stop and ask if the rider is real, the winds fade and the storm drifts naturally, but the decision is made to throw the rider if real or not, dark winds resume as he and his horse slide to the side of malevolent path. Now is terrible wrath as his feet begin to soak and wade thru black shadows of blood.
The Girl of the Past
His boots in blood and growing ash falling from the dry air, larger storms beat against the sky where only ash and flickering cinders fall into his hair, his eyes black obsidian, the bloody sweat wipes his eyes with rivulets of white, he stops to argue with himself. There the brave watch him whisper, again he is the only one thinking he whispers with a cleaner version of his darker self, a bruised ego encouraging violence and singing the first songs of his power, but those brave few see him screaming and crying for someone, in time, a female comes to the street, they speak in questions and hold hands without rings, like two master warriors their body language and gestures block and turn and guard. It would seem that she begs him, and it would seem that he consults the invisible evil twin.
Petals in the Sorcerer
Merlin stands in the street and shouts to ask who is listening, he stands silent, they stand silent as the evil twin scowls with aggro anomalous, her hand is bleeding in his patient grasp and blind frozen stare, she has run off before he smiles and announces her, before he finds the blood in his hand. Before his eyes can turn black Merlin is closer to him, before his fangs can drip oil he is closer still, the sky song is like an ocean, the sound of collapsing mountains from a world of the dark horizon, sliding feet whispers breeze breathes asleep the air is his, from words of wisdom in place of missing spell, refusing to kneel at the first bell of noon. Merlin moves hand in front of his face and drops a rain of brass petals, time stands still for him to realize what he has done, it slowly returns to watch the gold metal filled with impurities of the earth catching light of sparkling skies, for this would never know that Merlin has won. Kneeling over his body a blade of simple steel in the temple, the blood glows bright white and all the dark magic recharges the knife, the simple locals see the electricity and beg him to stop, after not answering looks at him to make sure he’s dead before using a rag to clean the knife from his head.
He points the dagger and they make no further demands, with lightning he stands, with thunder he vanishes leaving all to find the sphere clearly divine.
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