It should not do this, but it does in any case. This place is not for you or me. This is a place where all that we know is worth less than all the grains of sand in a boot. An irritation at best.
Is it magic? Yes and no. It is magic in that it is wrong. It takes the rules of the world and plays with them like an angry child. It is magic in that it cannot be understood, even by those that claim to know its secrets. But even magic can be tamed, shaped... or at least... directed. This place is Wild. If you bring magic here... it will recoil. Even magic knows to tread lightly within The Wild, lest it become something new and terrible.
I cannot tell you what it looks like. When I went, it was a beautiful plain of grass as green as you could ever imagine. At first. Soon it became a shattered wasteland of fire and torment. When I left, it was a sea as calm as a sheet of glass. The only constant was The Stone at the centre of The Wild. Floating sometimes above, sometimes within the changing landscape, this grey obelisk is your goal. It pours light from its base into the world, and The Wild is changed by it.
Bring her there, if you value her life more than your own. You likely will not survive. And if you do, you will not be the same. I make no promises that it can help her, but I can guarantee that if you return out of the wild, having stood in the flowing Light of The Stone, she will be changed drastically.
And what change is more drastic than Life from Death?
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| Keiran Yanner |
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