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<p dir="ltr">'''The words of the note ring in my head.  ''Oh, powerful one.'' I'm not powerful. I'm just that average odd-one-out conjurer. I'm just a girl. Why am I even wrapped up in this? What do they want from me?'''</p>
 
<p dir="ltr">'''The words of the note ring in my head.  ''Oh, powerful one.'' I'm not powerful. I'm just that average odd-one-out conjurer. I'm just a girl. Why am I even wrapped up in this? What do they want from me?'''</p>
   
<p dir="ltr">'''The light lifts me up, twisting me in every way possible, but I know I’ll come out of the tunnel of night at the end into the warm and comfortable home that I’ve always known.'''</p>
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<p dir="ltr">'''The light lifts me up, twisting me in every way possible, but I know I’ll come out of the tunnel of light at the end into the warm and comfortable home that I’ve always known.'''</p>
   
 
<p dir="ltr">'''But something’s wrong, because I don’t see my home or the peaceful fields. I just see endless bursts of color and light, blinding my eyes. I think I’m… stuck?'''</p>
 
<p dir="ltr">'''But something’s wrong, because I don’t see my home or the peaceful fields. I just see endless bursts of color and light, blinding my eyes. I think I’m… stuck?'''</p>

Latest revision as of 22:55, April 1, 2020

Ch. 16

“So, let me get this straight. The rebel-rebels supposedly left a note in my cape that I didn’t see, asking me to join them.”

“Yes,” Tiergan said, his eyes reflecting worry into mine. I looked down. I just don’t know what to believe. I’m still new here.

“Why me? And how do you know it’s them?”

“Maybe you’ll understand if you see the note.” Tiergan pulled out a pouch from his pocket, and scooped out a leaping crystal along with a note.

I leaned forward to read it.

Oh powerful one, you've been chosen. Follow the given path to find what you have won. Come to us to be at the top. The odds are never-seen.

“That was quite anticlimactic.” said Ivvy, quick to point out the obvious.

“Yes, yes. But that is not what matters. What matters is what’s in the pouch.” Tiergan said.

“The leaping crystal?” I asked.

“No, no.” Tiergan, “Well, yeah. But look here.” Tiergan flipped the pouch inside out. Turns out, it’s not a plain velvet pouch. It actually had an intricate embroidery of stars.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Well, we can’t tell yet. Some of our other agents are on their way to help us figure it out. I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s a constellation of some type. It may be unidentified.” Tiergan said, massaging his scalp. Just then, young Wylie came through a side door.

“Help me!” he said. Wylie was a cute little dude, with fuzzy hair.

Ivvy turned around, and registered his cute face in a split second. Then she was all up in his tiny face. I giggled. Ivvy didn’t change one bit. “Dad! Ement is ripped!” said Wylie, struggling from Ivvy’s grip.

“Give it to Kyli. I bet she can fix it!” Wylie thought about it for a moment, then ran back the way he came from.

“Anyway, are you sure you’re looking at it the right way?” asked Ivvy. “To me, it looks like some homework that Sir Astin gives us. We have to figure out the missing star.”

Tiergan got thoughtful for a moment. “Maybe you’re right. We’ll have to test that theory. Anyway, Jolie, you better go home. You have a lot of information to process.”

“Good idea, Tiergan.” said a familiar voice behind me. “I think we’ve got some business to deal with.” I turn around facing Sir Astin.

“Sir...” I said, not sure what to say.

“Yes, yes. I’m part of the Black Swan. You better get home, Jolie. We’ll talk later.” In that fazed state, I pull out my home crystal and hold it up to the light.

The words of the note ring in my head.  Oh, powerful one. I'm not powerful. I'm just that average odd-one-out conjurer. I'm just a girl. Why am I even wrapped up in this? What do they want from me?

The light lifts me up, twisting me in every way possible, but I know I’ll come out of the tunnel of light at the end into the warm and comfortable home that I’ve always known.

But something’s wrong, because I don’t see my home or the peaceful fields. I just see endless bursts of color and light, blinding my eyes. I think I’m… stuck?

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