36 | In Which the Wizard Returns [Dictated]

[strangewonders]

[There's a muffled groan over the journal, then a rustling noise before a groggy-sounding voice can be heard]

I must have hit my head...

[But no, that's not quite right. There's a sudden flurry of flipping pages, and suddenly he sounds far less groggy and far more alarmed.]

Oh, dear.

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[strangewonders]

[Oh, well. That's... not really better, but at least it's probably less terrible than the more literal interpretation would be]

Let's hope for both our sakes that it's not, then...

[He rather likes living, for one...]

[wishmadeinfire]

I appreciate any good will you could send my way towards that end.

Dare I ask what price it is making you pay?

[strangewonders]

I'll see what I have to spare.

[He's a little lacking at the moment]

It just... took my magic, I think. I can't seem to do anything.

[Which wouldn't be so distressing--he'd gone the better part of his life without any at all--but he needed it now, and he didn't for a moment trust the castle with the tenuous thread of a spell that kept him tied to his own world]

[wishmadeinfire]

So it is as if you are in the Dead Zone?

_{[ He understood the uncomfortableness and panic of that. He never licked it when the Castle stole their magic, left him without his fire. He had come to rely on it in battle more than he realized at times, and at the same time it felt like a part of his being had been... hidden from himself. Yes, very unsettling. ]}

[strangewonders]

I'm not sure. I've never gone out there...

[With very good reason]

I just can't use any of it.

[wishmadeinfire]

It sounds like the Dead Zone then. Out there, I cannot access any of my fire magic - I have to rely on my weapons. I understand how you feel. It is not comfortable.

[strangewonders]

That would be putting it lightly.

[wishmadeinfire]

I am sure it is only temporary. I do not think you would rely on it to much here, in the Castle?