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LADY AMBER OF SNIPPY,
[HEIR APPARENT OF MAGOGENIC ZONE 74, BASQUENATE EMPIRE DOMINION TERRITORY, ANDROSS.]
CHRONICLER OF INTROSPECTION:
I've had that dream again. The dream of Inaria.
That strange place, so distant, yet so close to my heart. Buildings as tall as mountains.
Dead structures, watching with their dead eyes. Empty, vast and endless honeycombs of stone and steel. Air filled with gray ashes, always fluttering from the cloudy sky.
This time, the dream was... different. More terrifying, irregular.
A black vortex opened up in the sky, descending down to the city.
The vortex spiral ripped the dead city apart, bending the air itself, feasting on light, feasting on everything it touched.
...magic of the void?
I saw a lonely figure standing in the street.
No matter how hard I tried to make out the figure's expression, I could not do it.
Is there no face there at all? Or perhaps there were a million human faces there, intertwined and flickering in unison, as vibrant as the light of ten thousand stars?
The being stared into the abyss of the dark vortex and took another step towards it, into the horizon of nothingness, into a place where nothing can exist.
The stones of the roadway beneath his feet crumbled, fluttered into the air, colliding with each other.
I knew then that this was a Wizard like no other, for he stood against the void, unafraid.
The Wizard walked on, ever closer to oblivion.
“Who left the window open? This draft is simply unacceptable!” The faceless or perhaps all-faced Wizard spoke.
The world around the Wizard decayed away, devoured by the ever-expanding vortex of death.
“Well, there is only one way to deal with a delicious pit.”
Her hand reached into a pocked, pulling out a… straw? The Wizard planned to drink the vortex?!
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“...And once that is done, I will locate you, wherever you are!”
The Wizard said as the storm devoured buildings, frozen rivers and mountains of azure ice.
Who did the Wizard address? Were those words meant for... me?
The Wizard spoke a Word, in impossible, incomprehensible, all-meaning, eldritch language... stabbing the straw at the voiding storm and time and space itself wobbled, twisted and rippled in the wake of his spell.
I awoke, covered in sweat, my heart pounding, terror gripping my mind.
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I had to see my Angel, my patron.
He always calmed me down in times like these.
For me, mirrors never worked right.
The surface of reflection never showed me what is, but instead revealed a reality which runs in some kind of twisted parallel to ours.
Perhaps for me, the mirrors are so thin that they display the true manner of things?
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All my life I've seen my black and white knight in reflective surfaces and mirrors.
As far back as I could remember it, the knight was there for me and I could admire his wonderful and strange armor of black and white patches, his face-shield made of materials foreign to our world, his gorgeous lenses of blue cobalt, as sparkly and blue as my own eyes.
"This is nothing odd", my father, Baron Huron of Snippy, had told me - "He is our guardian angel, and he is always watching over us. You should be proud to have an angel, in these dark times..."
If it wasn't for a hired Depictomancer, I would never know what my face actually looks like. I caressed the surface of the mirror, seeking solace.
"GOOD MORNING MY ANGEL AND HOW WAS YOUR DAY? ...YOU DON'T SAY."
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"OH ANGEL, MY ANGEL
WHEREVER YOU BE
SO CALM SO SERENE
ALWAYS WATCHING OVER ME.
MY PRIMOGENITOR, MY KIN
YOU SET MY HEARTSTRINGS AFLUTTER
SO CLOSE, YET SO FAR.
MY KNIGHT, MY GUIDE, MY STAR.
COULD YOU, WOULD YOU TELL ME PLEASE?
WOULD YOU PUT MY MIND AT EASE?
WHAT WILL MY TOMORROW BE
WHAT FATE AWAITS ME?"