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the past reformed into a coherent memory, my emotions awakened, and I was able to think again.
My love for Sylvia had been true, but it felt more like a passionate love run wild than the love of my life. My extended mourning was due to my inability to save her and my guilt infused relief that I didn't have to try to make both of us happy any more. I had spent decades trying to be everything to her, for her. There was no doubt in my mind that she had been happy, satisfied with our life, but in hindsight my efforts to please her were an attempt to fill the voids in my heart.
We were so blinded by love that we didn't see one another. We saw what we wanted to see; the love we wanted to have.
The modern world, Landa, Mander, and Michelle had changed me. I was learning about me; seeing past my upbringing, life in the woods.
Being near Michelle made me feel young and alive. Her presence had fascinating effects on the Call as well. It stopped pushing me when I was near her, and seldom bothered me while I was at the lodge.
The push irked me, as it wasn't mapping a clear path. It wanted me in this area, and close to Michelle. Past that, I couldn't determine what I should be accomplishing. It was maddening.
Beyond Michelle's effect on my calling, I was stumped as to what it wanted from me. It had urged me to this time and place, but Michelle's work was the most exciting thing around. Everything I had been taught about callings revolved around dangerous situations that had a significant impact on the world around them. Thus far, I was tending a garden and spending time with a witch, hardly world-altering actives.
However, something was after this witch, and I would do my part to ensure her safety. I had been honest about the bonsai's primary purpose, but I had left out a few of its abilities. Along with extending the protections of the forest, it would give me a way to sense what was occurring in her rooms. Unless I went into a trace to have a deep connection with the bonsai, I would only feel extreme emotional spikes. It should help me aid her during peril, and give her privacy the rest of the time.
Unbeknownst to her, I had given the plant in her bathroom extra direction as well. It would now shield her if she was in the bathroom and needed protection. If an individual intending to harm Michelle went into the bathroom, the plant would detain or kill them. I hadn't been very specific on which was preferred. If the bad guy was alive we might be able to question him, but if he was dead, it was one less spot of evil on the earth.
Michelle
I blinked, trying to wake up enough to figure out what I was hearing. There was a grunt, growl, and then a yell.
"Michelle, help! Arrg, get off me!"
It was Tiffany's voice. What she was doing here, I didn't know, but the lions would be making short work of her. I rushed through the door, wand at the ready in case there was some trickery. Tiffany was lying in a defensive curl four feet from the door. One lion had a grip on her arm and the other was restraining an ankle.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, motioning the lions to release her, but stay on guard.
"Michelle? Is that you?" She scrubbed her eyes, and blinked a few times.
"Yes, it's me. Why are you in my apartment?" Tiffany looked terrible. Her normally perfect makeup was smeared, clothing torn, and she had a few scuffs on her arms. Even though it was flirting with freezing outside, she wasn't wearing a jacket.
"I need you to help me!" Tiffany demanded.
"I figured as much." Tears dripped down her cheeks.
"Don't you understand? He's taken her," she whimpered.
"Taken who, Tiffany?" I knelt down next to her. Even though she looked and sounded like my friend, I checked to see if she was wearing an illusion spell. Then, I checked to see if she had been spelled, and if magic had touched her lately. When I finished, it felt like a waste of energy; as far as I could tell, I was looking at a slightly
My love for Sylvia had been true, but it felt more like a passionate love run wild than the love of my life. My extended mourning was due to my inability to save her and my guilt infused relief that I didn't have to try to make both of us happy any more. I had spent decades trying to be everything to her, for her. There was no doubt in my mind that she had been happy, satisfied with our life, but in hindsight my efforts to please her were an attempt to fill the voids in my heart.
We were so blinded by love that we didn't see one another. We saw what we wanted to see; the love we wanted to have.
The modern world, Landa, Mander, and Michelle had changed me. I was learning about me; seeing past my upbringing, life in the woods.
Being near Michelle made me feel young and alive. Her presence had fascinating effects on the Call as well. It stopped pushing me when I was near her, and seldom bothered me while I was at the lodge.
The push irked me, as it wasn't mapping a clear path. It wanted me in this area, and close to Michelle. Past that, I couldn't determine what I should be accomplishing. It was maddening.
Beyond Michelle's effect on my calling, I was stumped as to what it wanted from me. It had urged me to this time and place, but Michelle's work was the most exciting thing around. Everything I had been taught about callings revolved around dangerous situations that had a significant impact on the world around them. Thus far, I was tending a garden and spending time with a witch, hardly world-altering actives.
However, something was after this witch, and I would do my part to ensure her safety. I had been honest about the bonsai's primary purpose, but I had left out a few of its abilities. Along with extending the protections of the forest, it would give me a way to sense what was occurring in her rooms. Unless I went into a trace to have a deep connection with the bonsai, I would only feel extreme emotional spikes. It should help me aid her during peril, and give her privacy the rest of the time.
Unbeknownst to her, I had given the plant in her bathroom extra direction as well. It would now shield her if she was in the bathroom and needed protection. If an individual intending to harm Michelle went into the bathroom, the plant would detain or kill them. I hadn't been very specific on which was preferred. If the bad guy was alive we might be able to question him, but if he was dead, it was one less spot of evil on the earth.
Michelle
I blinked, trying to wake up enough to figure out what I was hearing. There was a grunt, growl, and then a yell.
"Michelle, help! Arrg, get off me!"
It was Tiffany's voice. What she was doing here, I didn't know, but the lions would be making short work of her. I rushed through the door, wand at the ready in case there was some trickery. Tiffany was lying in a defensive curl four feet from the door. One lion had a grip on her arm and the other was restraining an ankle.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, motioning the lions to release her, but stay on guard.
"Michelle? Is that you?" She scrubbed her eyes, and blinked a few times.
"Yes, it's me. Why are you in my apartment?" Tiffany looked terrible. Her normally perfect makeup was smeared, clothing torn, and she had a few scuffs on her arms. Even though it was flirting with freezing outside, she wasn't wearing a jacket.
"I need you to help me!" Tiffany demanded.
"I figured as much." Tears dripped down her cheeks.
"Don't you understand? He's taken her," she whimpered.
"Taken who, Tiffany?" I knelt down next to her. Even though she looked and sounded like my friend, I checked to see if she was wearing an illusion spell. Then, I checked to see if she had been spelled, and if magic had touched her lately. When I finished, it felt like a waste of energy; as far as I could tell, I was looking at a slightly
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