A month went by, her heart, and soul changed gradually.

Her hair fell out, her skin silky and oily to the touch.

Her eyes’ a dark violet, the clearest signs of corruption.

Without her presence, her political career deteriorated.

There was no desire to call a woman with a low status.

Emma was a streetwalker, a leader who made enemies.

No one cared to check on her, to see what she found.

Not when her party had other priorities to attend to.

On every wall, powerful runes were made with blood.

Her wrist and fingers, infected by her search for truth.

The magic she sought, she wanted to understand it.

Yet her mind couldn’t comprehend the blood runes.

The madness, the depression, it was slowly killing her.

Emma wanted to search, she wanted to find the truth.

But outside her home, the monster knew otherwise.

How magic cracked and steamed, popped and echoed.

It knew she was close, but staying wasn’t an option.

Around her home, it put up a barrier to hide her spells.

The creature knew of hunters who slay vile monsters.

It knew it couldn’t risk them finding it; it had a plan.

Magic could be detected, the hunters had a way.

But so did the creature, it knew how to hide magic.

And so it did, it made a barrier to hide her and it.

A concealment spell, a new-age spell rediscovered.

A trick to hide power, to confuse those who search.

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Panting around, Emma screamed for not knowing.

Then it hit her, the answer she sought was outside.

Beyond her home, beyond the city, she had to go.

Without a thought, she grabbed her coat and ran.

Step by step, she rushed to the bus stop to leave.

The city was burdensome, not fit for her discovery.

The swamp, she knew the swamp would help her.

Excited, the creature followed, it wanted to watch.

It smelt progress; it desired to witness her power.

As soon as Emma entered the bus, she sat alone.

But the creature sat behind her, it wanted to whisper.

‘Sight isn’t necessary, let your heart speak of magic.’

Her eyes widened, her ears fluttered by its words.

For the spell to function, she would have to change.

Change was necessary for progress, even for magic.

But what she found was comfort from the creature.

The words it spoke, the secrets it willingly shared.

It held power, power that could give her purpose.

The wheels on the bus turned, the engine roared.

Emma’s cracked lips formed a smile, her skin flaked.

Her time was near its end, but she didn’t care at all.

All she ever wanted was the truth, or become truth.

To seek truth from the secrets that were whispered.

To discover meaning in a cruel, meaningless world.