Destiny's Awakening: Chapter 1 -- The Start of it All
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01-07-2007, 09:03 PM
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Re: Destiny's Awakening: Chapter 1 -- The Start of it All
Ashlyn stayed, checking to make sure what exactly the young man named Magus Jon would do. Most people would have been outraged, angered at being treated in such a fashion. This man, however, was different. He was bent over, knees on the ground, coughing, but he wasn't angry.
Jon rasped, coughing as he felt his neck, rubbing gently at the pressure points that Gaidin had violated in his assault. He felt the small golden chain round his neck, and opened his baggy tunic to stare at something inside. He reached in, tinkering with something, until he was satisfied, and carefully stood up, rubbing the back of his head fragily.
"Ahhh..." he groaned, and with a final cough, looked towards the quiet girl in the corner. She was still smiling at him, curiosity getting the better of her. "Sorry about that. My mouth gets the better of me sometimes."
She giggled, in that quiet way that, if Jon had not seen her chest move up and down, he wouldn't have know it was her. "You just need to know how to handle him. That's all."
Jon nodded. "I understand. If we have another encounter, I shall try to get that right." He looked around the house, then to her, with a curious expression on his face. "This is-" He closed his eyes, stopping himself "-I am sorry once more. I shouldn't have spoken out as I did." He bowed his head again to the young woman. "I am sorry, Ashlyn. I did not mean to cause trouble." The man nodded once more to her, then walked towards the door, his eyes darting upwards so as to not be caught a second time by the strange spider people that lived in rafters. He turned the knob on the door, and walked out, carefully closing the door behind him.
As he left, Ashlyn heard his words. "Kindly remember that payment will be due for each three weeks the book is checked out in the form of ten rupees. Make your return at the library on the outskirts of town." And he was gone, the door shut behind the young man.
Magus Jon ran forward, searching for a darkened place to call his own. He was tiring, his energy waning as he ran. The encounter with the man Gaidin had taken him by surprise, so he had not had the proper defenses up to maintain his special ability. As he moved, his eyes caught a small entrance near the windmill above him, so he headed in that direction, hoping for solititude to reattach his magic again.
He turned the corner, arriving in the Graveyard, the famous resting place that was even known to the young man. The man huffed, sensing that his power was starting to unveil. It was such an intergrate part of his being, he couldn't not notice when it started to weaken. He had overstayed his time, and now he needed to rest, and hope the power would be enough later on to return him to the library without any trouble.
Spotting a forgotten gravestone in the corner, Jon ducked down, scanning the surroundings. He coughed, before he pulled out the chain hidden within his baggy garb. Attached to the end was a golden clock, barely bigger than his broad palm. As he suspected, the hands were starting to move backwards, signalling him that he was going to get small very soon. At least he had managed to give the book to the person he had come to find, though he wouldn't be able to return to the library until the next day.
His limbs began to retract, in coordination with the hands on the clock. His body got smaller, as the hands moved backwards. His face got softer, and his hair shortened. The eyes grew more expressive, and his chin rounded and became flimsy. He groaned, as the power from his transformation was absorbed back into his clock, the catalyst for the magic, though the youth himself generated the magic. Blinking, and wrapped in clothes that might have seemed too big for him, but were more than able to clothe both forms that the person took.
Rubbing his eyes, feeling slightly drained as he always did when he made the transformation back, Magi Scholars blinked, yawning loudly like he always did, and looked out into the new world, as a child. He stood up, readjusting to his smaller height, before he walked back the way he had come, almost sprinting in fact, as he was going to need a place to stay for the night.
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Anime_Queen, about Power Shot
[11:35:27 AM] Anime_Queen says: thing is,
[11:35:41 AM] Anime_Queen says: it IS unfair that all tehse ideas and vocal taents belong to the one person >.<
[11:35:48 AM] Anime_Queen says: quite unfortunate
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