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Transalpyne Saga - 1.2 LorraineNaomi's first destination was the village of Lorraine, a farming community on the plains just south of the mountains. She travelled there via the large transport crystal, tended by Herman, one of the oldest mages known. She staggered for a time, dizzy. Travel by transport magic always disoriented her on arrival.
The women chattering by the well near where she had appeared eyed her with a mixture of suspicion and fascination as she approached. One of them whispered something to the others, and they all began to laugh.
"Now what is a young girl like you doing out here all by yourself?" the whisperer asked. "And a mage, no less!"
"What strange clothes," another remarked before Naomi could respond.
"Such garish colours," a third scoffed.
"The colours represent my magical talents," Naomi responded. "Orange for fire, bright blue for water, pale blue for ice and yellow for healing." With this matter-of-fact and unruffled explanation, the laughter disa
Transalpyne Saga - 1.1 Naomi"Naomi!" Naomi turned when she heard her name. Bartholomew was running down the corridor after her, the long sleeves of his robes flapping loudly behind him. He stopped when he reached her and fell to his knees in exhaustion. She laughed quietly, covering her smile with a long sleeve.
"You did not have to run," she said. "I would have waited here for you." He shook his head.
"I wanted... wanted to..." he gasped for air as she helped him to stand. He steadied himself and dook a deep, shaky breath. "You're leaving today, right? I wanted to give you something." He drew a small book from a pocket in his robe. "Here," he said, holding it out to her.
"Thank you," she said and took it. Thumbing through the pages, she noticed they were all filled with Bartholomew's tight penmanship. "What is this?" she asked. He gave her a big grin.
"It's my notebook," he replied triumphantly. Naomi frowned and turned som
Transalpyne Saga - 0.0 IntroductionFor over a century, the humans of Transalpyne and the mages of Pumagie have held a shaky peace. The humans value the furs and fine metalwork brought by the traders from Pumagie, but they find the mountain-dwelling mages to be barbaric in their lifestyle and customs. The mages hold the humans as inferior, since they have no talent for magic, but the food which Transalpyne exports has become almost necessary in the harsh mountain environment.
In recent years, however, tolerance has increased, and these sentiments have begun to dissolve for the most part. The Mage Academy, within the high mountains that delineate the international border, has been accepting students of human descent for the last thirty years, and the valley in which the school resides has become a well-protected neutral zone.
When a student has achieved a certain measure of control and experience with his magic, usually at the age of sixteen or seventeen for those who started young, he is sent out into the wor
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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