Local Seer Found Sightless
Magnolia Lefturn, hometown favorite seer in Bell Buckle, TN,
was found unconscious in her home late Monday evening with
her eyes gouged out. Local authorities-
Magnolia Lefturn, hometown favorite seer in Bell Buckle, TN,
was found unconscious in her home late Monday evening with
her eyes gouged out. Local authorities-
Oh dear. That was rather dreadful.
The Headmaster of Atolia, School for the Extraordinary and Mundane, was nibbling on an apricot-spiced-fairy-fly tea biscuit. It was his own special blend, made from fresh apricots grown right here in the greenhouse on school grounds and a special breed of fairy flies that he'd domesticated himself! He was mulling over clippings from various newspapers that had been pasted together and reprinted by the local cryptid society (not founded by him, but heavily suggested). He'd found, over the years, that it was prudent to keep up to date on happenings, especially ones near his school. This particular happening was a particularly troublesome one for reasons other than the obvious. Globally, but especially in the States, such deplorable acts seemed to be on the rise. Blame it on climate change or intermingling with humans or mutations in supernatural populations or weapon laws all you'd like, but he felt a tingling buzz behind his crests that told him there might just be more to it to that.
He snorted. Or perhaps he was getting paranoid, cooped up here inside of his mountain of treasures for too long. A few centuries ago he would have been chasing such stories, eager to see what could have caused them, if only for the experience! But then he'd decided to settle down.
Atolia, School of Magic. Atolia, School for Gifted Young Minds. Atolia, School for Weirdos. No matter what name you learned it by, Atolia was a school founded and nurtured by a Dragon of untested power. The students, teachers, and staff of said school were a dragon's horde from the time they walked the halls to the time they left the realms he could reach them. No matter what violence was happening in the world at large, his school, his mountain would be a place of peace and learning. The paper rustled as he folded it up and pushed it aside. And that was all he had to say about that.
The Headmaster glanced at the clock. Hmm. Surely that boy wouldn't keep him waiting much longer.
This was the stupidest thing he'd ever done in his life. What made it even worst was that it was nowhere near the first time he'd fucking done it.
Kadin sat down on a mossy rock in a mossy forest that smelled like damp and green and growing things. Sunlight was shining through the leave, still deep green and rich, mottling the forest floor and shading him from the dying autumn warmth. It was September or nearly September, he didn't remember anymore. The leave would be changing colors soon, setting the mountains on fire with their rich reds and oranges and yellows. It would be breathtaking, especially in the mornings, if you managed to climb to a spot high enough or a spot bare enough to look out over the range and just live it. He should be fucking happy, he should be privileged to just be here. Unfortunately, the sights weren't what he was here for.
What he WAS here for was to find a place. A place that practically everyone knew about, but on one knew how to give directions to it that were worth a damn. He'd narrowed down the state. He was in North Carolina, unless he'd crossed the border by accident. He was in the mountains. He'd even found a town that seemed more plausible than not. The locals seemed to think that he was there for the school year, despite having never met him before, and despite there not being a college anywhere near here. But after a week of wandering lost in the woods he still hadn't found the fucking place and of course it would be hidden, he knew that it was hidden, but in all the stories that parents told their kids before they went to bed people who were meant to be there always just found it because they were meant to and he didn't know what the FUCK he would DO if he couldn't find it because what else was he supposed to do?! Leaving wasn't a fucking option! He was SICK of running!
Some of leaf litter next to his shoes began smoldering. Kadin glared at it and clenched his jaw until it stopped. Then he exhaled all in one great big whoosh of air. Today was the day he was going to run out of food. He needed to make the decision as to whether he was going to find his way back to town or stick it out for a couple more days in the hopes he'd stumble on whatever fucking magical door he needed to find. But, for now? For now he was going to lay back on this rock and stare up at the trees, giving over to his own personal pity party for a little while before he actually got shit done. He'd been holding the party for around two years now. A couple more minutes wouldn't hurt anyone.
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