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1. Reflections
It has been a year, and it has only recently started returning, my memory. I remember a battle and a bright flash of light. I remember that our worlds were once separate, the magical and non-magical, but something unintended happened. The, I guess you could call him a man, the man who sought to kill those who were non-magical ended up infecting them with magic. We were all affected, as far as I can tell. I have little memory of who I was or what I did before; only, I remember working with children. We were all stricken with memory loss, and the devastation the spell wrought on humanity also took out many of the infrastructures that held both of our worlds together. The explosion radiated out from the central point, Stonehenge it was called. It seems to have been left untouched, but buildings were destroyed and the electrical lines were all rendered unusable. Nothing seemed to work.
Pandemonium ensued, and we were not sure how far the . . . infection or destruction reached. No one knew if we could contact others, and lacking memories, we were filled with distrust and confusion. Afraid, we hid from one another. The infection took on several forms. Those with magic lost control of their abilities, and many were weakened to the point that their wands were useless. Though, many retained some notion of our abilities, even those were hazy.
My proximity to the explosion seems to have impacted the strength of my abilities. I was there, right there, when the snake bastard set it off, and I vaguely remember diving to cover a boy, a boy with glasses. I don't know what became of him, but i dream of him often. Those without magic, the infected, were just as lost as the rest of us. We were all fighting some sort of battle. As far as I can tell, nothing was resolved. Of those infected, some died immediately; their systems were incapable of assimilating the influx of magical energy. The bodies of others transmuted this energy into a massive development of physical and mental characteristics. Some grew more intelligent while others increased in brute strength; unfortunately, both contributed to a intellectual instability that left these individuals violent and mentally unsound. They are, perhaps, the most dangerous.
Others were confused by the spontaneous manifestations of their burgeoning abilities. Many cannot control their magic and present a threat to themselves and others. We are all slowly gaining our memories back. It is an odd assortment of what we remember and what we do not. It makes no sense. How can I know these spells, yet, not remember learning them
I keep my own talents hidden, unless it becomes absolutely necessary to protect myself. After my dream last night, I have begun writing down my thoughts, and I now have a destination. It lies far north of here; I believe it is home. There is a large castle there where, hopefully, I will find those I once knew. Maybe then we can return our world to some semblance of order.
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