04-13-2017, 07:37 PM
Surgery was waiting.
The lands of Beqanna changed again and he cringed at the magic. It hurt his bones, it hurt his soul - his head ached with the realization of all that errant magic just floating around. Anyone could grab it and abuse it the way his mother did countless times before. He hated it all, he hated the way the seasons changed in their abnormal ways. There was something that festered in the air whenever magic happened.
He hated it.
He hated it so much he'd taken to his hiding after the previous magic free herd went into hiding. Sure they all had some excuse why it all fell apart and sunk into nothingness. Surgery was included in this.
So he walks aimlessly, mostly by night, mostly in silence, away from it all.
Ahead a light shines, artificial, gifted by magic. It makes him angry to see. He fumes, his nostrils flare, he turns to the stallion at his side and says, "Ridiculous, this magicians. These traited. Thinking they're so much better because they abuse magic."
The lands of Beqanna changed again and he cringed at the magic. It hurt his bones, it hurt his soul - his head ached with the realization of all that errant magic just floating around. Anyone could grab it and abuse it the way his mother did countless times before. He hated it all, he hated the way the seasons changed in their abnormal ways. There was something that festered in the air whenever magic happened.
He hated it.
He hated it so much he'd taken to his hiding after the previous magic free herd went into hiding. Sure they all had some excuse why it all fell apart and sunk into nothingness. Surgery was included in this.
So he walks aimlessly, mostly by night, mostly in silence, away from it all.
Ahead a light shines, artificial, gifted by magic. It makes him angry to see. He fumes, his nostrils flare, he turns to the stallion at his side and says, "Ridiculous, this magicians. These traited. Thinking they're so much better because they abuse magic."