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  PLASTORIDAS  FIELDS Two weeks straight, every day, every hour, something dangerous was happening - Illegal Magecraft had reached a high recently, the conjurers even starting to form small aggressive groups and gangs, as to rebel against the world. And SHE had to stop it. It was offical. The thought had crossed her mind a dozen times, but had never been answered. Sydnie. Needs. A Vacation. Or at least something to get away from it all for a while. She had just gotten up from the workshop floor, and called out to Korine "I'm going out for a while. Don't know when I'll be back." And that was it. She took Rivvet along, just in case, the

What was this place? How long have I rotted in this library? Cynical were his thoughts as he sat in the endless halls, every page of every book and scroll stocking the endless redwood shelves around him - And he sat in the center, seated on an Iron stool, before an Iron table, his unfinished book lay before him, coated in dust. He too was coated in the dust of time, as he had spent many a century writing this book. What is the purpose anymore? Sorrowful were his beliefs, he had become a broken man. Not broken by body or mind - But broken by heart. The heart he believed others would respect, and so he trusted it to others. Now... ...Now She