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building. After a quick look around, Thad noticed that the others still stood where he had last seen them. After replacing the book where he had gotten it, Thad moved off to another section of the building.
Thad found an open section of the building with numerous large crystal chairs. His mind still muddled, Thad sat down and took a number of deep breaths. “What was that?” Thad asked himself, his voice carrying in the quiet building.
If I had to make a guess, I would say that it was a memory.
“A memory,” Thad said silently. Thinking about it, there was little else it could be. The real question was whose memory was it and why had he seen it.
Is it that hard to understand? If I chose, I could show you my memories. In the end that is all I am…An assortment of memories.
“That doesn’t explain why I saw it,” Thad said a slight trace of worry evident in his voice.
Don’t think I know any more about it then you do. I could feel odd magic from the moment that we crossed though the barrier into this world.
For the first time, Thad took a good look at Thuraman. It was then that he noticed that small lines of crystal stared to show on the staff’s smooth wooden body. Thad didn’t know why he was surprised, everything in this world was made of crystal, so why would Thuraman be immune from its effects. “Did you know?” Thad asked Thuraman worriedly.
Yes, though I am not bothered by it. Unlike you, it only affects me slightly. I don’t need my body to move, and as a creature of magic all it has done is increase my capacity. There is the slight murmurs of the magic’s pull, but it is easy enough for me to block it. I am made of gems and crystal so it cannot change what or who I truly am.
“At least that is one of us who doesn’t have to worry about losing himself,” Thad said with a meek laugh.
You might escape if you don’t linger in this place too long. It is hard to say what will happen to you in the end.
“That doesn’t really seem to help,” Thad said slightly irritated. After rubbing his brow, Thad laid his hands down on the crystal chair and once again his eyes clouded and he once again found himself sitting in the building long before it had been turned to crystal.
Thad found his eyes focused on a book that now sat in his hands. Unable to control himself, Thad read the words printed on the cream colored paper. It was a story about a young man who was sailing through the stars in the vast darkness of the abyss of the land beyond the worlds. At first, Thad thought that it might have been a true story about someone from this world, but it didn’t take him long to learn the truth. The story was nothing more than a fanciful story like his wife loved to read. It was meant to ensnare the mind and entertain. Thad didn’t know why, but he hated those kind of stories. Why read for leisure when one could better themselves by reading something that could better themselves.
His own memories clouded those he had been forced into. He had said those words to his wife many times as she had lay in the bed next to him reading. She had always protested that even books meant to entertain had lessons and things one could learn from. No matter what she said, Thad never could see what she meant, but he had learned that bringing it up only brought trouble, so he had stopped bringing it up.
As Thad’s eyes cleared, he was surprised that his own memories were as clear as the one that had overtaken him. With nothing else but time to wait, Thad tried to think about the memories. It wasn’t hard for him to notice that they came over him each time his hand touched something made of crystal. The gloves he wore were made of tanned deer hide and were so thin that it barely interfered with one’s touch.
Pulling off the glove to his right hand, Thad noticed that the crystal scale on his palm had grown much bigger, near the size of a small coin. It didn’t hurt, nor affect the movement of his hand. However Thad was
Thad found an open section of the building with numerous large crystal chairs. His mind still muddled, Thad sat down and took a number of deep breaths. “What was that?” Thad asked himself, his voice carrying in the quiet building.
If I had to make a guess, I would say that it was a memory.
“A memory,” Thad said silently. Thinking about it, there was little else it could be. The real question was whose memory was it and why had he seen it.
Is it that hard to understand? If I chose, I could show you my memories. In the end that is all I am…An assortment of memories.
“That doesn’t explain why I saw it,” Thad said a slight trace of worry evident in his voice.
Don’t think I know any more about it then you do. I could feel odd magic from the moment that we crossed though the barrier into this world.
For the first time, Thad took a good look at Thuraman. It was then that he noticed that small lines of crystal stared to show on the staff’s smooth wooden body. Thad didn’t know why he was surprised, everything in this world was made of crystal, so why would Thuraman be immune from its effects. “Did you know?” Thad asked Thuraman worriedly.
Yes, though I am not bothered by it. Unlike you, it only affects me slightly. I don’t need my body to move, and as a creature of magic all it has done is increase my capacity. There is the slight murmurs of the magic’s pull, but it is easy enough for me to block it. I am made of gems and crystal so it cannot change what or who I truly am.
“At least that is one of us who doesn’t have to worry about losing himself,” Thad said with a meek laugh.
You might escape if you don’t linger in this place too long. It is hard to say what will happen to you in the end.
“That doesn’t really seem to help,” Thad said slightly irritated. After rubbing his brow, Thad laid his hands down on the crystal chair and once again his eyes clouded and he once again found himself sitting in the building long before it had been turned to crystal.
Thad found his eyes focused on a book that now sat in his hands. Unable to control himself, Thad read the words printed on the cream colored paper. It was a story about a young man who was sailing through the stars in the vast darkness of the abyss of the land beyond the worlds. At first, Thad thought that it might have been a true story about someone from this world, but it didn’t take him long to learn the truth. The story was nothing more than a fanciful story like his wife loved to read. It was meant to ensnare the mind and entertain. Thad didn’t know why, but he hated those kind of stories. Why read for leisure when one could better themselves by reading something that could better themselves.
His own memories clouded those he had been forced into. He had said those words to his wife many times as she had lay in the bed next to him reading. She had always protested that even books meant to entertain had lessons and things one could learn from. No matter what she said, Thad never could see what she meant, but he had learned that bringing it up only brought trouble, so he had stopped bringing it up.
As Thad’s eyes cleared, he was surprised that his own memories were as clear as the one that had overtaken him. With nothing else but time to wait, Thad tried to think about the memories. It wasn’t hard for him to notice that they came over him each time his hand touched something made of crystal. The gloves he wore were made of tanned deer hide and were so thin that it barely interfered with one’s touch.
Pulling off the glove to his right hand, Thad noticed that the crystal scale on his palm had grown much bigger, near the size of a small coin. It didn’t hurt, nor affect the movement of his hand. However Thad was
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