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Tobias sat in the hospital lobby with his head in his hands, fighting dizziness and nausea as he waited for someone-anyone-to bring him news. He was escorted from the delivery room when he fell up into the ceiling. Vertigo did not mix well with his gravity control. He was grateful he was no longer burdened by his demon at least; the stress he felt now would surely have brought Mr. Smiley to life. He forced out a shaky breath as he raised his head to look at the clock for the twelfth time. His hands felt empty and useless as they grappled with each other. He wished he had something to do. He’d tried reading, but he could only stare blank

Shyla trudged slowly through the ice and snow blanketing the barren land. Her dark hair turned white, frozen against her scalp. Her left hand was uncovered, and the air was quickly turning it blue. The blade she carried on her back slipped, forcing her to stop and fix it every few minutes. Every time she stopped, she was reminded of where she had come from, and where she was going. The betrayal was cold, but she grit her teeth against it. The arctic wasteland of the In-Between was painted grey, robbing her of any sense of direction. Only by checking the readout on her gauntlet could she tell she was going the right way. Travel through the In-

Mr. Andsey and Bru Mr. Andsey sipped his cocktail with a flourish; the contrast of the yellow umbrella with the deep red of his drink delighted him. He swished the liquid in his cheeks, savoring the sweetness as he reclined in his beach chair. The soft breeze played with his downy beard, giving his frail face a fuller look. The old man wore bright red swim trunks that hung loose about his skeletal frame. His dark skin glistened with a thick layer of sunblock; he didn’t want to age any more than he had to. The bay he had chosen was a deep mixture of blues and greens leading up to the white sand of the beach, and the water was so still a

Mykeala Mykeala retched at the taste in her mouth. The air in the grand orchard used to taste sweet. There were once so many apples that it took three hundred people to manage the grounds, and the harvest could feed a hundred times that. The air in the orchard was famous for tasting like the first bite of a cold, crisp apple. One breath could bring back the nostalgia of climbing the branches, so bent under the weight of apples that they gently brushed the ground here and there. One breath could fill the lungs and heart with hope. One breath could return passion to the bedroom of even the most bitter of couples.Now the bodies of the workers w

Glen, Micah, Patsy, and Saul “Please, have a seat.” the Entity of Earth said to the three players gathered in his temple. That was a joke, since his “temple” was a hole in the ground. It was appropriate since “earth” was his domain, but he was the most boring Entity Glen had met so far. His hovel was nothing but dirt; dirt mounds; dirt shelves; dirt table; even a dirt throne. The throne had a simple, three meter wide design, and a block on either side made up the “arms”. A half-block would look better, Glen thought; but dirt didn’t come in half-blocks. The Entity himself looked no better

Jonas Taylor and Isaac Matthews Jonas tossed his armload of branches in the center of the campsite, and began constructing a lean-to campfire. No one asked him to build a fire, but he felt useful doing something. He enjoyed the labor despite the ache in his bones, savoring the sense of accomplishment he gained. Selecting the largest of the branches, he tore off the spare twigs and leaves until it was bare. He retrieved a small, black switchblade from his right pocket and began scratching symbols on the bark; three squares, each sharing a side and containing a rune of magic. ‘Sense-Impact...Generate...Fire’ The rune combination wa

Her initial surprise at seeing the limousine waiting for her wore off quickly as she sat in silent isolation in the back. The driver seemed to have no interest in conversation, responding with the barest of inflection to her questions. When they finally arrived at the mansion, the driver dropped her off without the slightest acknowledgment. “Geez, hope the rest of these people aren’t like him.” she muttered to herself as she walked towards the mansion. The grounds were well-kept, lined with trimmed bushes and small trees that gave a sense of tranquility to the otherwise intimidating structure. There was even a ceramic garden