Marlena Marie

183 Days Until Anguish And the Uncertain End  

The way that the magic felt was a bit tighter, stronger, thicker, than Zeydar was used to in his dream state. The last time he remembered feeling magic that way, was when he detoxed, and more importantly, when he was sober. The weight of it hurt him. It always did. It stung him and broke him, cut at him and healed him. This time, however, he was in control over it, like he had tried years ago. With it came the sting of magic. With it came the sting of the memories that the dreams kept away. 

“What are you looking at?” Kony asked from below.

“Im focusing on the feeling of the magic in the air.” Zeydar answered, from atop the bus. The days were warmer than the nights, but they had to wear many layers anyway. Soon, they would not, and should not, move about outside the bus at all. The bus drove on, with the car following behind them insulated for the chilled weather.

“How do you do that?” Kori asked.

“It’s an application of magic theory.” Kony answered as he climbed up. The realization that Kony may have finished the theory book that Zeydar had given him, was shocking at first. Then Zeydar understood it was a testament to Kony’s dedication to the magic. Zeydar had to help him better. “One that I want to try.”

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185 Days Until Wonder And the Uncertain End (part 3) 

Evester listened to the breathing of those who where asleep. The hushed voices of the watch resounded from the walls of the bus. There was a thickness to the air, that came from a chill that was not the night air. Evester sat up a bit, feeling Kim tumble away from him lightly. She seemed to mumble something and pulled the blankets closer to her. He didn’t want to wake up anyone, which was good for him that only Kim could sleep next to him directly. It was late into the second shift, and third shift would be up soon, and that meant Kim. Waking her up now was not too bad. Unfortunately, it was the first night that Evester was able to sleep a full night in a long while and he could not.

He felt the rush to check on his papers before he remembered that the information was under his pillow. 

The bus was filled with the hot breath of those who slept haphazardly on the bus floor and seats that remained. Evester looked over the bodies to sees Zeydar sitting in the dark, eyes closed, and leaning against the frosted window. He was awake. Evester knew it. In his hands was a steaming cup of tea. Evester could smell it sweet in the stench of the sweat of the bus. 

In the darkness Zeydar’s eyes snapped open. They eyes met in the moonlight, and Zeydar sipped his tea looking back. Zeydar wasn’t on the next shift either, but Rayda had made him tea anyway. The world seemed to shatter around Evester, watch voices becoming silent and the snores of the bus disappearing.

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185 Days Until Wonder And the Uncertain End (part 2) 

Heia watched as the maps were laid out. Zeydar and her younger siblings were off a bit further away practicing magic. Fighting practice would take place soon, but for now Uly was collecting the notes from the second team who had returned and placing their markers on the maps before the group.

“We can assume that the base will be easy to see when we get close.” Uly sighed looked at the map. There had been more graveyards with those of the dead, recently and long dead. They were moving through kill zones of their governments. Evester’s suggestion to get supplies and another car had been better than any of them wanted to admit. That was why, when Evester made suggestions. They listened.

“I feel like we should head this way.” Evester pointed through the fields.

“Why?” Shawn asked, as perhaps the only one who would question Evester. It was a good thing, Heia decided, because they needed more information than just a suggestion.

Continue reading “YP – B3: QtnoWLM – Chapter 13 (Chapter 110)” →

185 Days Until Wonder And the Uncertain End (part 1) 

The clatter of metal to the ground made Zeydar flinch a bit as he looked upon the Staff. For a moment Zeydar had feared it had broken, knowing that he had only brought so many spares. Staffs were meant to break from an inability to control power. Not… this. Zeydar picked up the staff that Kony had thrown, turning to the boy who glared at him and the world around them. Zeydar could hear the silent curses radiating off of Kony in his anger.

“Throwing it, isn’t going to make magic easier.” Zeydar caressed the Staff, checking it for cracks and damages. If he had to replace it already, they’d be one less Staff for Kony to practice with.

“Why does it have to be so difficult.” Kony was just as pissed as he looked, not that it bothered Zeydar much, considering that Kony was a Star trying to learn magic in a fast paced way that no one else ever was subjected to.

“I wish I could tell you.” Zeydar had no answers for him. For Zeydar, magic had always come too easily to him. He was doing his best to explain the magic the way the books did, the way all Mages learned. He was trying his best and he knew it was helping Kony, but Kony didn’t have any of the theory of historical backing to support the magic.

“You aren’t explaining very well.” Karla kicked her legs out sitting up next to Kori who was still fast asleep.

“I’ve never had to teach before.” Zeydar admitted. He’d been able to get Kony to understand the basics, but much more than that was proving to be far more difficult. Did he need to go further into theory and history? They were two of his best subjects in school, but Kony didn’t seem to be the type to want to learn concepts. Kony wanted to act.

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