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An Interesting Inquiry
By: Gabriel Darkfire Date: March 23, 2016, 12:47 pm
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This place designated too many as a war room, or a room of
strategy was home to many books and objects of knowledge, many
wondered why the room was kept in such a perfect shape or why
many things were kept in the way they were kept. There was a
lining of bookshelves that lined every corner and wall of the
room stacked to the top with books of every kind each situated
and sorted alphabetically by authors last name and color
coordinated upon the shelves that each book sat upon, the books
and shelves were cleaned not a single speck of dust or cobwebs
touching the masterpieces that rested upon the finished wood.
Lining the middle of the room was one square table big enough to
sit at most two people with enough room to allow them to shift
in their seats, the table while small was still big enough to
hold one board, a chess board to be precise. Black and white
both sides of the boards arranged into the perfect harmony that
they always were the first rank of pawns ready to go what seemed
to be war while the back line was ready to prepare for their own
personal battle. The king side pawn on the white side had been
moved up two spaces perfectly placed upon the colored space.
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Re: An Interesting Inquiry
By: Gabriel Darkfire Date: March 23, 2016, 12:47 pm
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Sapphire fingers danced across the top of the very pieces of the
chess board, lacing the tips of his gloves over the pale white
pieces, many strategies of a simple game danced through the
shattered confinements of his mind. He gripped the pawn that
stood in front of the king his index finger and thumb slipping
the rounded head between his fingers lifting the small piece
from the board and turning the piece in his grasp watching,
eyeing the very small piece before setting it back down upon the
board two spaces ahead of the place it started. All was quiet
around the entirety of the room, the silence seeming to reach
out and grip the cloaked man in its icy embrace causing him to
spit a small breath from beneath the hood of the cloak, pushing
the chair back forcing the only sound into the small room to
echo about before being gripped once again by silence. He
stepped around the room his fingertips trailing along the
selection of spines of the books seeming to search for a
specific book seeming to pull it from the shelf the instance he
found it and returning to the seat he had once rested it moments
ago.
He flipped through the pages of the book running his fingertips
along the edges of the pages, each word of the book seemed to
make their way up his fingers disappearing beneath the cloak
that lined his body. The pages of the book laid empty after
that, seeming to allow seconds to pass before the words seemed
to appear back upon the empty pages, it shot up and back onto
the bookshelf lining itself back upon the place it was removed
from. Thoughts danced upon his shattered mind one by one seeming
to figure what would be the next move he would play, he shifted
seats moving to the other side of the board running his fingers
over the queen side knight and lifted it from the space moving
it to the front of the pawn on the queen side bishop, his lips
curled up into a light smile the sapphire tint to his eyes
gleamed brightly seeming like in his eyes he did the greatest
move known to history, with that he circled around to the other
side of the table taking a seat at the table and seemed to eye
the board again truly thinking again.
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Re: An Interesting Inquiry
By: guest1383 Date: March 23, 2016, 2:46 pm
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The library towered over the woman as she walked the pavement
leading up to the entrance. A place of darkness consumed her as
she stood beneath the structure which resisted the sun, denying
any rays seeking to penetrate its mysteries. Her pace slowed
when a pair of large, oak doors with a sign etched with the
Latin term for wisdom hovering over them, blocked her path. With
a purposeful, however weak, tug, her slender hands yanked a
single door open. Both doors submitted, catching her off guard,
causing her to take a quick step to the side before the wood
could collide with her delicate frame. Flourescent lighting
mixed with the bright splendor of the afternoon sun, greeted her
behind the doors. An overwhelming sense of peace flooded her as
she inhaled the aroma of book pages and wooden shelves.
The scarlet dress she wore swayed at the skirt as her legs
brushed against it while the woman walked in a dreamlike state
to the first shelf. Books with brittle spines enticed her
jittery fingers, beckoning them forward against their
leather-bound embrace. As she walked, she noticed that the
library was in pristine condition without a stray particle of
dust to be found. It was not long before she had weighted down
her arms with a generous, perhaps even ambitious, stack of
books. Upon withdrawing another book from a shelf, she noticed
through the gap the withdrawal of the book had left behind on
the shelf, a man playing chess. Curiosity halted her there. The
man soon surrendered his seat, opting to search out a book on
one of the shelves.
She ducked behind the books, keeping her presence hidden for the
present time as she watched him return to his seat and thumb
through the pages of the selected book. With his back to her, it
was impossible to distinguish the book's nature. However, after
a few moments, he shifted in his chair and moved to the opposite
side. It then became apparent that he was competing against his
own mind. A tender smile tainted her lips as she watched the
scene unfold.
Curiosity transformed into determination as the woman sat her
books down adjacent to the shelf at which she stood behind. Once
it was guaranteed that the stack would not prove to be a
stumbling block to visitors, she stepped around the shelf and
made herself known.
Without asking permission, she sat in the chair he had sat in
moments ago and stared down at the state of the board. The
exaggerated length of the brim belonging to a matching scarlet
hat upon her head, disguised her face in impenetrable darkness.
Only the woman's pale, pink lips and small, round chin were
exposed.
A hand reached out then from her side. Her nails were trimmed
just above the tops of her fingers and the nails were dressed
with a simple clear coat that emphasized their natural colour.
The apex of her nails brushed the top of a black knight. In the
moment of contact, a red mist enveloped the knight.
The earlier smile turned thoughtful, causing her lips to waver
in the expression. Silence lingered as she lifted the piece and
placed it forward in an 'L' pattern. The mist soon vanished
after she retracted her hand. Following her move, she
straightened her spine and brushed the tendrils of white hair
off her shoulders. Then, she waited for the stranger to respond
to her move whether it be with a counter of his piece or a
rebuke of words.
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Re: An Interesting Inquiry
By: Gabriel Darkfire Date: March 28, 2016, 6:56 pm
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The book had told the tale, even before the girl had stepped
through the heavy oak doors, the meeting it had spoken would
open the eyes of the older mage to the humanistic world that sat
on the brink of destruction and to the girl her eyes would open
to the vast world of magic that even spanned to the beginning of
time. Gabriel played coy even as the woman began to fill her
arms with book after book, his normal routine the same even
years later. He would play chess with himself up until the
visitor revealed themselves to him...it was a test to see who
was worthy of the knowledge that filled the shelves. Time ticked
seconds fading into minuted before she made her way around the
corner, a flash of crimson following behind her like a shadow.
Fingers grazed along the plastic pieces until she seemed to find
the one she seeked, mist leaked forth covering the piece in its
form until the move was complete and then the board returned to
normal. The last part of the test was always the easiest, for
him at least it was, to her it could be the hardest.
"You have stepped into the Library of Fate, where all the
knowledge of the past, the present, and even the future hides. I
am the guardian of fate or at least of this library, and before
this game or even our meeting can commence you have to answer me
one question. What do you seek here? What knowledge do you hope
to gain?"
He looked down at her as he spoke but just as with her,
everything from beneath the hood of the cloak was hidden except
for the deep sapphire eyes. His eyes swam like an ocean, the
deep sea of blue filled with an immense amount of magical power
and she would be able to feel it if he was right about her. His
hands raised to cross over his chest folded together patiently
waiting the answer he hoped to hear, the answer he needed to
hear. He hoped she was here for what he believed she was, but if
he was wrong that meant that he would be forced to expel her
from the library and move on to find another he believed to be
worthy of the honor.
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Re: An Interesting Inquiry
By: guest1383 Date: March 29, 2016, 7:15 pm
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Whatever shock may have stirred within the woman upon the board
resetting itself, did not compare to that of what followed the
man's words. Her curiosity piqued, her eyes digested the room
from a different perspective than that of a naive visitor
seeking a midnight novel to lull the mind to sleep. Once she had
managed to weave through the onslaught of information he given,
she squirmed in her seat. She crossed her legs and leaned back
in her chair with a straightened spine. Idly, she laid her hands
on her lap and tilted her head, revealing the porcelain flesh of
her cheek.
Her eyes searched his beneath the veil of darkness that hung on
the rim of her hat. A mountain of silence erected itself between
them then as the wheels of her mind began to turn. His gaze was
expectant, yet adorned with nonchalance. There was only a single
response that the man was listening for. If she did not give it,
something told her that her welcome here would expire. It was
unfair really, to ask her such a question when all she was
searching for was some light poetry or story. There was nothing
that wisdom could tell her that would change her fate. Her fate
did not lie in a library, rather it was engraved deep within her
face. No amount of wisdom would change it.
She lifted her chin, revealing the side of her face that was not
marred by fate's cruel hand. One, icy blue iris regarded him
thoughtfully. There was no makeup along her face. The
application of any artificial substance would have merely
covered up what makeup was invented to create. Thick lashes
fluttered shut as she lowered her head once more, shielding her
face from his sight once more.
"I do not know the answer you want, though I can tell there is
only one," the woman replied, her voice containing an airy,
melodic quality.
She could detect the man's power flowing in his veins, but that
hardly deterred her thought process. Their power was equal, yet
imbalanced as she detested whatever energy coursed through her.
As a result of her disdain, her energy stayed dormant.
"Can fate be changed?" she asked, softly.
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Re: An Interesting Inquiry
By: Gabriel Darkfire Date: April 2, 2016, 6:11 pm
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Can Fate be changed?
A question used as an answer that was rather smart, so that led
Gabriel to believe that the woman herself knew a little more
than she let on, but either way the test had been passed and
Gabriel was permitted to answer her question. He turned away
from her for a second, his body carrying him to a shelf of books
that lay behind him. Slender fingers traced along the spines of
each of the books searching until finally he pulled from the
shelf a rather slender book and tossed it on the table in front
of her. The book of course looked the same as all the other
books in the library except for one main difference. The title
of the book was one only she would understand. The Life and
Times of Maxwell. Her lover that now lay buried deep beneath the
soil of the earth, he would give her a minute to look over the
book before he would speak again.
"Yes the very wheel of fate can change, each outcome here is
merely a what if scenario. Say for instance this meeting, there
is always many ways an outcome can occur, you could of answered
my question wrong and you would have been expelled from this
library or you answer the question, I like your answer and then
this conversation begins. Though if you are asking the question
if your lovers fate could have been changed, yes, but there
always comes a price for the change."
Gabriel took a minute to catch his breath his eyes shifting back
to the shelf behind him searching for another book. Finally he
pulled the book from the shelf and tossed it down above the
other one. This book was different from all the other books, the
color of the book was a deep crimson red color with no words on
the cover. The book was empty on the inside but it seemed to be
filled with life. "That book is for your husband, despite the
fact his living body has faded he still lives on, fate is fickle
in that aspect. If one aspect of the person still remains
whether it be physical or not causes your fates to be entwined.
So in short whenever you do something with that power you have
it is written in yours and his book. Those are the only ways
that fate can be changed."
"So now it is my turn to ask a question, Rowena. Why hide your
face from the world around you? A scar carved upon skin, it is
for nothing more than a stripe added to a tiger, your beauty
does not come from the outside. That is one thing that make
humans so intriguing, while the skin is beautiful you guys
believe you are gods and goddesses among men, but as soon as
porcelain fades you believe you have become mortal. To me though
you humans possess another beautiful feature, the ability to
unlock a full potential of your entire minds. You humans are the
most intelligent beings in the universe, yet you guys hold
yourselves back..why?"
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Re: An Interesting Inquiry
By: guest1383 Date: April 4, 2016, 1:36 pm
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He did not answer her immediately. Instead, he turned to the
shelf at his back and sought out a particularly thin book. He
then threw it down onto the table before her. The book itself
was quite ordinary, lacking any specific features that would
give it an attractive quality to stand out from the rest on the
shelves. As her eyes settled on the print engraved in the middle
of the cover, her breath hitched.
His name resurrected the memories that had haunted her for
years. Tentatively, her fingers reached out and stroked the
name. On delicate fingertips, she perched her hand on top of the
last letter and closed her eyes. Every caress, every promise was
supposedly trapped within the boundaries of this book. The
moments may have been locked with ink, but after living them,
she knew a glance at paper would not suffice the need to relive
it all again. She retracted her hand and laid it in her lap as
he spoke once more.
His words did not rid her of her confusion, rather it brought to
life many more questions. Her question had not been directed
towards Maxwell or his demise. He had demanded an answer, and
she gave him the only one that seemed significant enough to her,
to speak. Could this all be a cruel joke? Maxwell was gone. The
fact had taken her years to get over. Now, it felt as though the
calloused wound left by his death was being torn open once more.
Rowena cleared her throat, but otherwise stayed silent as he
spoke of a price and then retrieved yet another book.
She assumed whose it was from the beginning, but still the
revelation that crossed the man's lips made her wince. This
book, she did not move to touch nor did she give it more than a
considering glance before her eyes landed on the mage's again.
The more he spoke about fate, the more tempting it was to try to
explore the idea of changing one's fate. Yet, emotions aside,
she knew the insanity behind it would likely drive her mad. If
she changed fate once, wouldn't she desire to do it again
eventually?
If Maxwell could be returned to the land of the living to be
with her, what sort of life could they hope to have? Somewhere
down the road, one of them would be death's door again and what
then? No, he did not get the life he desired, but he deserved to
have an honorable, peaceful death undisturbed by her carnal
desires. Yet, it was too soon for her to let the notion go
entirely.
His question stirred her from her thoughts. She should not have
been as surprised as she was that he knew of her scar. It was a
peculiar question. The man seemed to be well endowed with
wisdom, far more than any person than she had come across, yet
what he asked concerned mortal vanity.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, debating about removing
her hat, but a shyness overwhelmed her and forbade her to move.
A warmth spread along the ridges of her cheekbones as he
continued on, unaware of what invisible lines he crossed. Then,
when he had finished, she allowed the silence to pour into the
space of the room around them.
There was no clearcut answer to his inquiry. She could not speak
on behalf of mankind, only in regards to her.
"A tiger has many stripes, but they are natural. My scar,
derived from anger and fear, is not. As you have said, beauty is
a reflection of the spirit within, not the skin. Normalcy is a
fickle concept. My features hinder me from falling under mortal
status quo, making it nearly impossible to blend in. People do
not like to explore beauty within a person if they are hideous."
She lowered her head at that.
"I never presumed myself to be anything but a mortal. How does
one weigh potential? Do you think of the missed opportunities
when you pose the question? Or do you find their discoveries and
advances wanting? Their lifespans hardly leave enough room to
achieve everything. Also, if they were not a slow progressing
race, they may have proven to be gods to the world's dismay."
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Re: An Interesting Inquiry
By: Gabriel Darkfire Date: April 14, 2016, 9:49 am
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He was taken back by her answer, of course she could not speak
about the entirety of mankind but she could speak of herself and
that was enough. She spoke of what mortals think, how they would
view the 'hideous' mark so almost perfectly carved into
porcelain skin. He had viewed the woman since the beginning, he
had watched every scene play out, he had known about the scar
and the events that would lead up to this moment. It was in this
moment that fate did not have the answer, following her words
was even more silence, this time it was Gabriel's turn to think
on the questions posed before him. A debate, an elegant debate
that had been centuries in the making and he had found one
person that would be able to dance with him. First though it was
only fair that the two dancers allowed their partners to see
their face, and it was in those graceful moments that the two
partners would see more than anybody ever had of each other.
Gabriel reached up and gripped the edges of the cloaked hood
that covered his faces, slowly he pulled the fabric back until
his own face began to appear. Sapphire stripes seemed to be so
menacingly drawn upon porcelain skin, black locks of hair seemed
to fall from above combed to the almost perfection. A small
smile danced upon pink lips drawing in even the most willful of
women and men alike, but the most beautiful feature that lined
his face was neither of those things it was the ocean that swam
in thoughs deep hues of blue. Gabriel motioned towards her with
his hand and spoke but only lightly. "You are the first to
glimpse upon the face of the guardian of Fate in years, I so
graciously ask that you also remove your hat so that I may look
upon you as you have me."
Gabriel would wait, whether she removed her hat or not Gabriel
continued on adamant on answering the question posed before him.
"Potential, dear, is weighed by the ability to achieve a goal
set for you. Humanity has had the option to outdo everything
else that has been done throughout history, and yet you tell me
they are more interested in beating each other until they run
dry of their own lifeline." Gabriel turned at that point towards
the bookshelf behind him, which at this point had seemed to
change to something much different than what it was before,
different books lined the shelves and it seemed like something
pulled out of time itself. "Many humans have done a lot with the
lives they have been given, from developing very useful
inventions to releasing themselves from their own prison..it is
just a matter of how you spend your time."
He rotated back on his feet to turn and face the woman Rowena,
his fingers raised only lightly to point at her husbands book.
"Tell me what was the one good thing he did with his life? Tell
me the one thing the fates commended him for, and then the same
reason he became jealous and manipulative."
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Re: An Interesting Inquiry
By: guest1383 Date: April 16, 2016, 3:57 pm
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The sun had shifted in the sky by then, producing silhouettes of
chess pieces along the board before them. She was staring at
them now, unable to look back up at the face that had just been
revealed. With pits filled with an everlasting sway of ocean
blue for eyes and appealing features to match them, the man's
depiction was beyond words. He waited for her to return the
favor, but he would continue waiting. There was nothing fair
about his deal. One could not compare beauty to a monster.
But, if she wished to dance with him, she must allow him to take
the lead.
Hesitant hands removed the hat. Where his eyes reflected the
sapphire hues found in the clutches of the ocean, hers were the
shade of impenetrable ice. Long, almost white hair framed her
face in soft curls. Her nose, small and round, softened the
intensity of her gaze and the seduction of her plump lips. All
of this would have been bypassed however. The eye would be drawn
to the horrendous scar that coated the side of her face in
deformity. Close to the eye, the scar had bound up the skin so
that it squinted more than the other. The corner of her lips
were also slightly permanently pulled up.
Fidgety fingers combed her hair as if a stray hair might tip the
balance when really, nothing could disguise the ugly scar.
Graciously, he distracted her once more with a rebuttal. Her
head lowered as she looked down at her fingers that were
interlaced in her lap. They rubbed against one another,
displaying her discomfort subtly. She felt so exposed. Weighted
down by her insecurities, she did not glance back up until he
mentioned her husband's purpose. Gabriel's hand raised, fingers
pointed in accusation as if touching the book would prove to be
a displeasure.
Rowena lifted her hand then and placed it squarely on the hide
of the book. Her fingers brushed against the spine as she
recalled her husband and the time spent with him. Nothing she
remembered justified his cruelty, but she knew there would never
be an answer good enough for her. After a thoughtful moment, she
retracted her hand.
"Not at all," she said. Her gaze fell short of his eyes as the
inner struggle to keep the hat off became almost overwhelming.
"I'm saying, some are. Have you heard of the philosopher, Plato?
He once depicted a cave in which prisoners never caught a
glimpse of the world outside the cave. All the day long, the
guards would make shadows along the cave walls and the prisoners
took the shadows as reality. Well, a prisoner escaped the cave
one day and discovered the world they lived in.
He was amazed of how the sun shown, the creatures that existed,
and so on. The prisoner decided then to go back and use his
enlightenment to free the other prisoners of their ignorance.
But when he returned and told them what he had seen, the
prisoners despised the man and killed him."
She took a moment to glance at the shelves he was searching that
had seemingly changed books.
"Potential is just an ability to achieve a goal set for you,
then who sets the goal? Who measures potential? That man," she
waves her hand over the book. "Lived up to his potential. People
have potential to do good or bad, and he chose wrong in my eyes.
However, the abuse was justified in his mind. He had grown
calloused to others' pain, just as others have. Despite being
murdered, do you believe the escaped prisoner lived up to his
potential? Or do you see his attempt as futile?"
She lifted her gaze to him, meeting his gaze at last, but her
expression was filled with regret and sorrow. "What is 'fate'?
If fate is real, if it governs the happenings of the universe,
how can humans help to do things when they're predestined to do
them? But I assume you don't buy into that thought either. Not
all humans live up to their potential, be it go or bad. There
are some though, like the prisoner who lost his life trying to
help humanity, to make it better, whose actions give us hope."
She shook her head. "What can fate commend anyone for? It is a
fickle concept that implores the lie that we are living for a
bigger plan when all we are living for is ourselves. Fate favors
no one nor do humans owe life anything in return."
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Re: An Interesting Inquiry
By: Gabriel Darkfire Date: May 4, 2016, 4:03 pm
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“But dear that is the beauty of Fate, if it was just a concept
would there really be people like me. I am what fate is in the
flesh, I commend and reward people for what my superiors believe
to be an act pushing the person out of their comfort zone. Fate
rewards as it does punish, the world is fairer than people give
it credit for. Take your example, the man from the prison that
returned only to be slaughtered for the way he viewed the world.
The other prisoners were given a gift from fate at that point
and also a punishment, the gift was they were given a world to
look forward filled with more than they were being offered.
However, they chose to merely accept their punishment, the cave,
or prison as they saw it was how they chose to live, how they
chose to remain within the prison until their own lives faded
was the punishment they themselves were set to endure.”
Gabriel turned his gaze towards her, and despite the fact many
mortal’s eyes would have been drawn to the scar that had been
pasted there his eyes instead were drawn to hers. He kept the
gaze for only a second before turning back towards her husband’s
book. He flipped through the pages before finally stopping on
one, he raised his hand from the book pulling an image from it
and expanding it around the room. The image was of a couple, the
husband and a mistress before that of Rowena, the two seemed to
display some form of love for one another and after a selection
of pictures they come to a wedding scene. That scene fades into
one Rowena would remember from her time, a room with the husband
standing in the middle the walls painted with blood and his
clenching his fists in anger. Soon the image faded and was drawn
back into the book leaving them there silent again that was
until the mage spoke once again.
“The man found a cure, he used his magic for good at one point
in time. He found a cure for the Black Plague, was able to
prevent far more from dying than had already died, but he fell
in love with one of his patients. A woman whose skin shone
brightly, but was plagued by the black of the plague, for weeks
she came to treatments and they feel further and further in love
and they married. Though once the plague had subsided a richer
stronger man came a long and the ran to America together. Weeks
passed as he searched for her hoping that the rumors he was
hearing was a lie, it was when he tracked them down that he was
given his two options in the wheel of fate. Was he to be good or
bad? He chose wrong completely killing and dismembering both her
and him using his magic out of anger. With each choice came
consequences and the man was given such, instead of his dearly
departed being murdered by him, I extended her life long enough
to allow her to curse him.”
Gabriel once again turned towards the shelf and shifted through
the books, he pulled three books from the shelf, one a dark red,
another a dark blue and the last one white. He finally once
again took a seat allowing the three books to shift and rotate
around his body. He remained silent for almost a full five
minutes before he shifted his gaze towards her and the whole
atmosphere of the room turned dark and despair filled even if
for a second.
“She cursed him to always fill nothing but jealousy, to know
that at any second the woman that he chooses to spend forever
with leave him for another. Due to that factor, the man was
obsessed with finding a way to cure the curse, but every woman
that desired him also fell for somebody close to the man.
Eventually it led him to killing or excommunicating any of his
servants because he was worried his current wife which was you
at the time would leave him for one of them. You see so when you
ran off with Maxwell you caused him to lose it for the last time
he went crazy and decided it would be the last time. When he
tracked you guys down he decided once again to stand against
fate and cursed you to live by his side forever and killed what
and who you loved the most. Maxwell and your beauty. So fate
once again cursed him and blessed you with the power to kill
him. Once he was dead that was not all fate had in store for
him, the magic that was now inside of you was to be changed for
the better but when we noticed you refused to use the magic did
we finally decide it was time to meet you.”
“As for your other questions they matter not anymore Humans and
the way they think are no longer an interest to me. My new
interest now rests with you and the way you think for it has
been a long time since I had such an interesting conversation.”
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