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| - | ====The Blind Warp==== | + | ====Chapter 3: The Blind Warp==== |
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| "There is a strong possibility. It all comes down to distance, which it seems you are capable of traversing," | "There is a strong possibility. It all comes down to distance, which it seems you are capable of traversing," | ||
| + | The rest of the day was spent talking and relaxing by the stream. Slowly it started to get darker. As night came, it wasn't like the usual night time where things turned a pitch blackness. Will had never seen or heard of night time with light, besides the light of the city. | ||
| + | That night was quite a show for Will. The sun set over the horizon in a mix of red and orange hues. He'd seen similar sunsets at home only when it happened to be clear, which was almost never. | ||
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| + | That was really not what caught his eye, but the myriad stars that started to become visible as the sun light died away. All those distant lights crowding the sky; each like a sparkling diamond. The sun and light of another world perhaps. | ||
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| + | It was harder to appreciate when your own world was drowned out in smog, clouds, dust, and shadows, but here on a clean, untainted, untouched world, things certainly appeared in a different way. | ||
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| + | It seamed to Will that maybe different worlds created different people. Will liked talking to Hiram September, the lost magi. He seemed sincere; something that was so unusual on his own world, where everyone was trying to get themselves ahead. | ||
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| + | They both laid back in the green soft grass and continued to talk about things into the night. Hiram it seems was just happy to have another person to talk to. The ' | ||
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| + | Finally, Will slipped into the first real sleep in ages. A sleep with no worries, dead-lines, or pressures. it felt so perfect to not have to agonize over so many things... that was worlds away. Not even the grand ministers could reach him; never in all the days that separated Will from his " | ||
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| + | In his dreams, he could feel another being reaching out to him. Calling... yearning... Will wasn't sure what it was. Was it the stone again? The stone... the mysterious powers it had. Where did it come from? What was it? | ||
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| + | //Continue to [[chapter 4]]...// | ||