09-16-2016, 09:07 AM
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| The Wasteland, he learns, is not the edge of humanity. It cuts off, going from desolation and disease to a mountain range he side steps out of annoyance. He remembers landing there, waking there with his mother. He's beginning to understand her role in all of this, that his life became more and less complex the minute they appeared on the Mountain. Harmonia, stripped of her magic, could no longer keep him a child. The fog lifted. His limbs are thickening, the 12 years of suppression to keep him from aging wore off quicker the further he got from her. Magic may be gone, but the hold a mother has takes more than time. It takes distance. So he places more and more distance between them, stopping only for food and water. He thickens, he grows, and when spring comes he's found the edge of civilization. "Where are we?" he asks the group. His voice is harsh, ill practiced. He'd never really spoken before, mother never let him. Mother isn't there, though. |