CHAPTER 3
MAGIC
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" . . . Do not take me for some conjurer of cheap tricks!" - Gandalf, the Lord of the Rings
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Something happened today. I was hunting, and launched a magic attack on a large animal. But a tingling filled my body, and nothing happened. I think I am out of mana. I killed the beast with my weapon, but it was tiring.
Is this what being out of mana is like? I've never felt quite like this. It's almost scary. I feel . . . empty. Hungry, in a different kind of way.
The voice calls to me, telling me to be strong. But I cannot. I am exhausted from the journey, and now I will have to hunt physically for my food.
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I cannot take this much longer. My limbs are heavy, and I went hungry because I could not kill my dinner. But the voice calls, like a whale far out to sea, a distant song that allures and draws you. My arm is broken, I think. Would that I could fix it, but alas, without the mana-fruit I am very weak.
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I received a good sign this morning. A bird, a hawk by the looks of it, circled overhead, wheeling slowly downward. It was the first sign of small animals since I left the tribe. Water must be close. I survived on melted ice from the sand, but fresh water would be heavenly.
I . . . did something today. A bright light came from my fingertips, and the beast I was hunting fell to the ground. Not dead, but afraid. I have never heard of a fear spell before.
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I am dying. I cannot move, my energy is spent. I can feel the life leaving me, and I grow weaker day by day.
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This is my last entry. I have not reached the voice, but it is far stronger. I fear that Man will not survive another Scattering, and if this is right, then another Avatar would not be welcome.
MAGIC
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" . . . Do not take me for some conjurer of cheap tricks!" - Gandalf, the Lord of the Rings
* * * * *
Something happened today. I was hunting, and launched a magic attack on a large animal. But a tingling filled my body, and nothing happened. I think I am out of mana. I killed the beast with my weapon, but it was tiring.
Is this what being out of mana is like? I've never felt quite like this. It's almost scary. I feel . . . empty. Hungry, in a different kind of way.
The voice calls to me, telling me to be strong. But I cannot. I am exhausted from the journey, and now I will have to hunt physically for my food.
* * * * *
I cannot take this much longer. My limbs are heavy, and I went hungry because I could not kill my dinner. But the voice calls, like a whale far out to sea, a distant song that allures and draws you. My arm is broken, I think. Would that I could fix it, but alas, without the mana-fruit I am very weak.
* * * * *
I received a good sign this morning. A bird, a hawk by the looks of it, circled overhead, wheeling slowly downward. It was the first sign of small animals since I left the tribe. Water must be close. I survived on melted ice from the sand, but fresh water would be heavenly.
I . . . did something today. A bright light came from my fingertips, and the beast I was hunting fell to the ground. Not dead, but afraid. I have never heard of a fear spell before.
* * * * *
I am dying. I cannot move, my energy is spent. I can feel the life leaving me, and I grow weaker day by day.
* * * * *
This is my last entry. I have not reached the voice, but it is far stronger. I fear that Man will not survive another Scattering, and if this is right, then another Avatar would not be welcome.