#i will never be able to escape the food coloring candle explosion

[herbwicc]

are you that person who put the food coloring in the candle and it exploded? if you are, I just wanted you to know that you're famous on Pinterest

Oh god. yea that… that was me yes.

[twistedtranslations]

Trey Clover - Wait Riddle!

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Translation under the cut

Heartslabyul Dorm - Tea Garden

Trey: And that concludes the plans for the schedule of the welcome party for the new students. As the vice dorm leader, that’s all. And now, before we start the preparations, a word from the Heartslabyul dorm leader Riddle.

Riddle: Heartslabyul students! Form a line!

Heartslabyul students: Yes, dorm leader!

Riddle: I see. Everyone is perfectly coordinated, just like the trump soldiers. I am glad. In any case... after tonight’s entrance ceremony, all new students will go to their dormitory. If it happens to be that the welcome party is not ready, I intend to have everyone’s heads.

Heartslabyul students: Yes, dorm leader!

*footsteps*

Trey: Everyone ran away at once. As expected of you. That “encouragement” definitely made them pull themselves together.

Riddle: Trey, this is not the time to be dawdling. We still have to rehearse for the entrance ceremony. If the students cannot do their work perfectly, we will absolutely not have enough time.

Trey: Yes. That’s why I’m recommending to set up a schedule to assign everyone a role in preparing the welcome party.

Riddle: How about the rose bushes in the garden?

Trey: According to the 469th law of the Queen of Hearts “When one invites new friends to a party, the decoration should alternate between red and white rosebushes.” ... Right? It will be fine. The students in charge are currently changing the colors.

Riddle. I am glad. Then next is the food. You are in charge of the cooking.

Heartslabyul student: Excuse me for interrupting! Clover, we can’t find the table clothes for the welcome party...

Riddle: You have quite the nerve to come over and ask our busy vice dorm leader a question. Have you not drilled my manual in your head? The way to set the tables is described on page 107.

Heartslabyul student: I-I’m sorry! I did intend to read it more or less...

Riddle: More or less...? People like you... I should have your head...

Trey: Oh well, Riddle. The clothes should have been washed yesterday. You should check with the one in charge of the second years.

Heartslabyul students: Y...Yes, thank you!

*footsteps*

Riddle: How kind of you to not reprimand obvious negligent behaviour.

Trey: Not everyone is as perfect as you are. Besides, it would be very troublesome if work slowed down because our workforce shrank, right?

Riddle: ... I see. I understand what many reasons you may bring, but being correct in Heartslabyul is a different matter. The Queen of Hearts, who honors discipline, would definitely not have forgiven him.

Trey: Perhaps yeah. The next time, I shall just imitate you and the Queen of Hearts. In any case, let’s get back to the topic at hand. We were talking about the food for the welcome party.

Riddle: Yes. You have made a menu, right?

Trey: Yes. The hors d’oeuvre is turnip and marinated salmon. For soup I made cheese and minestrone.. The main course is an arrangement of ground meat pies.

Riddle: It’s perfect. Then let us continue checking everything. Especially today, we do not have time to spare. Good grief, if that Floyd hadn’t been interfering yesterday, I could have finished more work...

Trey: Now that you say it, that guy has been having fun walking behind you lately. The fact that I haven’t seen him today is probably because Octavinelle is also busy with the entrance ceremony. 

Riddle: It can’t be! That guy has no interest in things like that. I even protested against Jade. To definitely not have him come over to Heartslabyul.

Trey: I see. Well, let’s move ahead with the preparation.

Riddle: Don’t say that, I’m honestly troubled! ... Ah, I just get irritated thinking about Floyd.

Trey: Whoops, is it already this late? Leave the rest to me so you can focus on the entrance ceremony.

Riddle: I understand. This will be my first entrance ceremony as the dorm leader. I will definitely fulfill my responsibility.

Trey: Good grief...

Mirror chamber

Riddle: What was up with that entrance ceremony! Not only did some freshmen escape during the ceremony, a monster invaded and... nothing went according to my perfect plan! Listen, you new students. I invite you to create more trouble. But that head will be mine! 

Heartslabyul freshmen: Y-Yes!

Heartslabyul freshman A: ... Hey, isn’t our dorm leader really scary?

Heartslabyul freshman B: Right... We should take care not to anger him...

Trey: Riddle is on the verge of bursting...

Jamil: Trey.

Trey: Ah, you are Jamil from Scarabia. Is there something?

Jamil: It seems like the blood is considerably rising to your dorm leader’s head...

Trey: Yeah. One more problem and there’ll be quite an explosion.

Jamil: Riddle is a very strict and serious dorm leader. With you being at his side, you must certainly be careful, no?

Trey: Haha, supporting the dorm leader is part of the job as vice dorm leader.

Jamil: Our dorm leader... Kalim is way too noisy, and that’s what I am worried about...

Trey: I see. You have become Scarabia’s vice dorm leader, haven’t you? Congratulations on your inauguration.

Jamil: You are being overly polite... Thank you very much. As a fellow vice dorm leader, I would love to study under you.

Trey: Riddle and Kalim have completely distinct personalities even if they are both dorm leaders, I don’t think I’ll be of much use.

Jamil: The mental exhaustion never ceases... we differ little when it comes to that.

Trey: Hahaha. I just hope that the welcome party after this ends safely.

Cater: Hey, Treeeey!

Jamil: I shall excuse myself.

Trey: Okay. ... Cater, why are you in such a hurry?

Cater: Something terrible actually happened at our dorm...!

Chapter 2

Mirror chamber

Trey: What?! The rose bushes for the garden party have all been colored red? But the garden’s roses must be alternatingly painted red and white for the welcome party. You told them so, didn’t you, Cater?

Cater: Of course I did. But it seems the second years in charge of the painting made a mistake.

Trey: How troublesome. The new dorm students will immediately go back to the dorm after the entrance ceremony finishes.

Cater: Yes... we don’t have time to fix the colors. And if Riddle found out that the colors were wrong...

Trey: He’d behead the whole dorm, no doubt.

Cater: W-W-Wait, imagining that is way too scary! Trey, don’t you have a plan!?

Trey: ... I see, let’s do this. I’ll hold Riddle up, so you have time to return to the dorm. In that time, you should quickly paint half of the roses white. Cater, with your unique magic, you can easily create avatars of yourself, right?

Cater: Guh... Trey, are you serious? That’s super exhausting?!

Trey: Nevertheless, it seems like you will take on this very troublesome role for the sake of all the students. Thank you Cater.

Cater: Ugh, why do I feel like you’re forcing me against my will. You’re an inhuman and wicked vice demon leader!

Trey: Yes yes, I’ll listen to your complaints afterwards as much as you want. Hurry if you don’t want to be beheaded by Riddle!

Cater: Okay, I get it. It’s not like any other plans come to mind either... Well, I’m going, but definitely hold Riddle back!

Trey: Okay, leave it to me. ... Is what I said... But how will I hold Riddle back?

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Trey: Riddle, excuse me. There’s something I want to verify about the welcome party’s menu, can you spare me some time?

Riddle: Why do you want to revise it? Haven’t we already confirmed our menu?

Trey: According to the laws of the Queen of Hearts, we decided that the main dish should be ground meat pie but... I thought we still had to decide if the meat had to be cow, pig or chicken. It might become troublesome if it was strictly fixed.

Riddle: I see... that is a blind spot. For you to pay such careful attention, that’s wonderful. Now that you say it, in the literature I’ve read, there were descriptions of rabbit meat pie being used. It seems the type of meat should not be fixed.

Trey: I expected nothing less of you, to be able to memorize those details of the laws of the Queen.

Riddle: Okay, then let us go to the venue.

Trey: !! Wait Riddle! I still want you to confirm something about the type of black tea we’ll use after dinner. This time I have prepared some leaves from the Scalding Sands, but there’s no rule that we are restricted to produce from the Country of Roses right?

Riddle: Heh, you are such a worrywart. There is no law that strict. Ah, but coffee is forbidden, so you should definitely not serve that! The Queen of Hearts does look forward immensely to drinking black tea at the Unbirthday parties. That’s why it’s decided by law that black tea should be served on any occasion besides a birthday party. Now, let us go to the venue.

Trey: !! Wait Riddle! How many sugar cubes do we have to put in the tea? 

Riddle: It does not matter. Heap it for all I care.

Trey: Understood. Next, about the planning of the colors of the candle we put on each table...

Riddle: ... Hey, Trey. I know you really want to conform to the rules, but aren’t you being a bit too anxious today?

Trey: Ah...you might be right. My bad, I might’ve been straining myself a bit. As the vice dorm leader of Heartslabyul, we have done many things together, but it’s still our first welcome party, isn’t it? I wanted to support you perfectly, and make it a day to remember.

Riddle: Trey... to think you were working hard with those feelings in your mind. It’s fine. I shall entertain your questions until you are satisfied. 

Trey: Ah. Thank you, Riddle. I should be able to save time with this. Hurry up and change the colors, Cater.

Trey: ... I see. So the design of the tableware I prepared should be no problem.

Cater: Riddle! Trey! The preparations for the welcome party are done~

Riddle: Thank you for your effort, Cater. Trey, are you finished?

Trey: Yes. You really helped me out, Riddle.

Riddle: Okay. Then let us go to the dorm. First years! I shall guide you now to Heartslabyul’s dorm. Follow me at once without delay!

Heartslabyul freshmen: Yes!!

Cater: Riddle is really enthusiastic.

Trey: You’re right... By the way, Cater. Did you manage to change the colors of the roses successfully?

Cater: Of course. My avatars have perfectly changed the colors to alternating between red and white.

Trey: I’m glad. Now we can finish the day with no one being beheaded.

Cater: You also did a good job at holding that impatient Riddle back until I came and got you. We really are today’s MVP’s, aren’t we?

Trey: Perhaps. It’s not like anyone would award us, though. Let’s go to the dorm. We managed to finish without incidents, let’s not ruin it by arriving late.

Cater: Right~ Well, for the sake of a super fun party... Let’s a go to the Heartslabyul dorm!

Heartslabyul Dorm - Lounge

Trey: Sigh... The clean up of the party is finally done... All the students have returned to their room. I still have 15 minutes left till the lights go out. I’ll have one more cup of tea. 

*beep*

Trey: Hm? A notification of an uploaded picture on MagiCam? That Cater is still uploading pictures of today to his MagiCam. He’s probably tired as well... #Today’sCay #Entranceceremony #Dignityofthethirdyears #Theceremonyoutfitsofnightravenarerare #NRC

Trey: ... Haha, he really went all out.

Trey: Oh well, Riddle didn’t get angry, and no explosions happened, and the welcome party went well. It’s been a long day. Being a vice dorm leader isn’t easy...

[ebaeschnbliah]

LOVE  IS  A  BURNING  THING

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"He (Sherlock) wants to rise above us like a snowcapped mountain, but he’s actually a volcano."     Steven Moffat (IGN interview, February 2014)

A volcano is associated with fire, flames, heat, explosions, erruptions, ash .... One could easily say that the inside of a vulcano is a rather hellish place.

Recently @gosherlocked wrote a very interesting meta about the topic of fire ('Set this house on fire') and @tendergingergirl added some equally interesting informations about the fire symbolism in dreams.

What I want to play with here, is 'FIRE' as a metaphor for LOVE ... as I did already a little bit in a comment on this post by @sherlockshadow  which got this whole FIRE=LOVE theory in my head really going (and Johnny Cash, of course).  :)))

If Sherlock BBC is a story told from the inside of Sherlock's head - partly or entirely - the audience perceives those parts exactly how Sherlock envisions certain things .... and not how they really are.

All that matters to me is the work. Without that, my brain rots ... love is a dangerous disadvantage ...   the chemistry is incredibly simple, and very destructive ...  all emotion is abhorrent to me. It is the grit in a sensitive instrument ... romantic entanglement, while fulfilling for other people ... and so on and so on ....

This is what Sherlock thinks about emotions and LOVE. Would it be very far fetched to assume, that he might compare LOVE to a serial killer or to a poison, to fire and flames. Anyone can become LOVE's victim and then even the most clever and intelligent people tend to turn into useless idiots. Does Sherlock view LOVE as something extremly dangerous and destructive to his mind and therefore to his work? Or to put it much more dramatically: does Sherlock depict love as a spawn from hell, created by the devil?

Let's see what FIRE (in all its shapes) is able to reveal ... under the cut ....

The 'pink case' .... already a red-hot topic

It's much more obvious in PILOT (here) but in ASIP the pink case is indeed a 'burning' one as well ... though mostly hidden by the chair.

Effectively (not on Sherlock though) the serial killer uses a fire-spitting gun.

Dragons are fiery creatures

And a rather dangerous dragon - a yellow one, the color of fire - rises its head in TBB. It threatens Sherlock and drags his heart (John) underground into it's dark den .... to shoot at it (Sarah the 'pretty doctor companion' as mirror for John) with a really, really big arrow (X)

Explosion from the outside

A bomb explodes opposite 221 in the very house where in canon (in ACDs The Empty House) the words are spoken: 'journeys end in lovers' meetings'  (Shakespeare, Twelfth Night  X  X )  It shatters the windows and throws Sherlock violently to the ground.

Challenged by a mysterious player, Sherlock discovers a new and exciting game. The boredom vanishes and he feels elated .... he is 'on fire' ... until suddenly this 'novel' game changes and 'fire' turns into a mortal threat. 'I'll burn you. I'll burn the heart out of you'.  Ohhhh ....

The Boomerang-Effect

That's when carefully laid out plans are starting to backfire and heads are smashed in by things returning from the East.

And fire does expose Sherlock's priorities. Protect the heart! He reacts by sending the threat away to a forsaken place ... to perish there. Hot and dry. Full of whirring heat by day, freezing cold by night. A desert. But then ... in the end Sherlock can't let that happen ... 

Dewer's Hollow

The entrance to hell? Where the devil resides? Who lets loose a ghostly monster hound with glowing red eyes.

A hound from hell who creates fear and panick to keep the inquisitive at bay. Poisoned air directly from the depths of hell .... released with every step one takes ...  driving people into insanity ... into seeing things that aren't there ... seeing monsters where no monsters are.

What's the final problem?

Has Sherlock worked out by now how it will be done? How he will be burned to a crisp like the gingerbread man?

He has been told, but did he listen? How can he escape that handshake in hell? By running away? Maybe? He will try ...

An ocean of flickering candles

Is it here where Sherlock lands after his .... flight? Fire and flames everywhere he goes? Fire and torture ....

Escaping the dungeon and back into the fire

A case from the past destined to lure him back ... involving a fire damage. Sherlock knows it's fake. 

Soon the burning starts again and gets worse than ever. His heart (John) is thrown into a bonfire and left to roast. It's a last minute rescue. And the danger is still far from over.

A massive attack is imminent! Sherlock's brain knows this. But where should he look for it? A network of underground transport .... trains and tunnles. Of course, it can only be underground.  And it's not just a bomb .... not just a giant bomb ...  the whole carriage is the bomb and demolition charges are installed everywhere ....

Sherlock has a vision:  He is inside that carriage ... a man engulfed in flames ....

The whirring heat goes right up the high tower, spreads through the whole parliament, the goernment, the brain .....

The palace is hit by a massive explosion. Old walls of solid stone are cracking and bursting and crumbling down into rubble and ashes and licking flames. 

Oh, shit! Sherlock uses the off-switch just in time to stop his brain exploding! Now he can play the 'danger' down and risk a joke with his angry heart ....

The living, breathing facade

A proud warrior, the former commander of a heart ... but now living an isolated life, way out in the middle of nowhere ... with a badly burned and useless hand, with visible scars in his face (and how many might be hidden under his uniform)  This soldier watches in stoic calmness how a heart (his heart) decides to marry a facade.

And Sherlock ... who has planned and rehearsed this wedding down to the last detail ... watches his mirror watching .... and takes a look at the inexplicable.

 Another last minute rescue and a revelation. Something has taken hold and is growing. Oh .... might this be .... ???

Keeping the heart safe

That's still Sherlock's first priority ... to keep his heart safe behind the facade. But the drug, the poison (the chemistry of love) is working already. A man pisses into a cold fireplace, a bullet is fired into Sherlock's chest, a memory stick gets thrown into the fire and another bullet to the head 'deletes' the mind palace of the businessman who pissed in the cold fireplace..

'Stand fire! Do not fire on Sherlock Holmes! Do not fire!' ... the brain shouts bevor it tries to sends Sherlock away to the East ...... to die ....

two hidden notes inside a library of secrets and scandals

two times Sherlock is ready to go away forever to save his heart

two times Sherlock is brought back by the criminal mastermind ... because his heart is in danger if he leaves the heart alone.

Taking on a new case

'Sometimes, to solve a case, one must first solve another.'  That's what happens in TAB. Sherlock lays aside the 'burning pink case of romance' and opens another one ... a very old one .... the cold case of:  'what made me like this?'

TAB is set in victorian times. And from the beginning to the end it is filled with real fire. No electric light but living, breathing, flickering flames. Burning candles, gas lamps, candelabras and torches. Braziers ablaze in flames illuminate the crypt where the secret cult is chanting. The shut down voices of 'a league of furies'.

The consulting detective and the criminal mastermind .... both are bathed in the red and orange hue of licking flames ....

The whole episode is on fire - dark and glowing at the same time - and Sherlock ist high on an overdose of drugs (chemistry of love) throughout it.

When a facade is crumbling down

A young man, back from Tibet, burns in his car and a blue Power Ranger melts on the grille.

A journey through many waters. From the waterfall in TAB to a licking wall of blue flames which consumes the fallen facade.

Blue is the color of water and emotions. In TST even the fire seems to be colored by emotions .... becaus the firewall is gone now and the path clear again for the Eastwind to come ....

The angry heart

Another episode where Sherlock is 'high' from beginning to end. And again fire plays a big role. This time though mostly in words.

Sherlock left his flat? .... 'Was it on fire?' .... 'Quality food' licked by open flames .... 'We must not burn our bridges' ..... 'I'm burning up! I’m at the bottom of a pit and I’m still falling and … I’m never climbing out' .... 'I’m a mess;  I’m in hell!'

And that's Sherlock's mission .... he has to go to hell .... to meet another serial killer.

He has to go to hell to trick his angry heart into action. His angry naked heart who has lost the protection of the facade and refuses to speak to him. It is deeply hurt and seething with rage. Nonetheless they need one another. And Sherlock's plan works. In the very last second (with a littel nudge out of the door) his heart rushes to his rescue .... armed with a .... fire extinguisher.

The final problem

Eurus sends the 'passions grenade' to 221b Bakerstreet ('patience greande' I know :)  And because Eurus sends this 'passions grenade' I call her a very wise woman/incarnation/anima/shadow ... whatever. :))))

The explosion goes off right in the middle ot the living room and it hits 221b with massive force. Realistically, no one could survive this. Neither Sherlock, John or Mycroft ... nor Sherlock's Belstaff or John's chair or any other flammable thing in that room. Therefore I consider all three of them ... deaded .... completely and utterly deaded ....  Thankfully, this whole story happens inside Sherlock's head and therefore 'deaded' doesn't mean 'dead' in real life. It's just a metaphor ....

'Killed in an explosion of burning love' ... sounds good to me. :))) 

The burning of old Musgrave Hall .... is it a sign for a past trauma? Or is it a sign that an old proplem has been resolved? Will there be more stories to tell? If so ... when and where will Sherlock, his heart and his brain reappear? The last scene shows them running right onto Rathbone Place. Well, maybe Sherlock isn't quite done with his thought journey yet  ..... there's always something .....   :))))

December, 2017

I leave you to your own deductions. Thanks @callie-ariane for the scripts.

@gosherlocked @loveismyrevolution @sagestreet @sherlockshadow @kateis-cakeis @raggedyblue @tjlcisthenewsexy @sarahthecoat @monikakrasnorada @darlingtonsubstitution @tendergingergirl @possiblyimbiassed

[sarahscrackdreams]

Episode 36 - 02/15/18

This takes place in a Suramar look-a-like city for the first part, known as “The Upper City”.

I was royalty, so I was assigned a bodyguard and watched over very carefully. One day, I tried to go and find another family member, so I entered this conference room, but I was immediately pushed away from the room and hushed. As I grumbled at the way I was treated, I walked along a path I hadn’t taken before. I had stumbled across a warp portal and stuck my head in. I watched in horror as I saw the upper class plan to attack the lower class with gas bombs and explosives. I saw people run for their lives and scream in terror. I was pushed out of the portal and landed on my knees. How could this happen? When will this happen? I had to do something. I stumbled backwards, falling again, this time landing on my wrist and cracking the royal crest I wore around it, something big was about to happen.

I came up with a plan to escape my bodyguard. I snuck around a corner and scaled the side of one of the buildings. Then, I jumped off and called a dragon nearby. (Royalty can summon dragons apparently). I watched from above as my bodyguard yelled out at me. I was free and flying very fast. This was only the second time I was able to conjure one, and I didn’t know how to handle it. I started panicking and noticed that there were soldiers on dragons chasing me. Then, he appeared out of nowhere.

He was fast and he flew right next to me standing on a dragon. He hopped on mine and took the reigns. We glided past everything and he dropped me off at a nearby college and told me to hide. We were no longer in the Suramar-like city, it looked like London, we were now in a place known as “The Lower City”. He said he’d come back for me soon, so I went around and wandered for a bit, cloaking myself in a coat and used a spell to blend in with the crowd as I walked places. I went and got some ice cream, looked at all the stalls and explored the campus grounds. I took a moment to realize what I had just done. I was able to use magic effortlessly.

Before, in the city, I had so much trouble conjuring even a small palm light. How was I able to use this. I walked around with a confused face on, pacing as I tried to figure out what was the difference. It felt like nothing I had felt before, the power that surged through me and the magic I felt in my fingertips. Before long, I noticed that I ended up in a dark alleyway. These two guys on a bike were in front of me. I really hoped they didn’t notice me, but they rode on. I thought I’d conjure a bike to ride as well, since there wasn’t really anything else to do and I hadn’t rode one in a while. As I hopped on, the darkness started moving. I was in trouble.

It was spreading on the ground and I started to panic. Then he came back, he landed with a loud stomp, in front of me. The darkness started creeping away. “Be gone, wretches!” He held out his palm, encased in blue magic, the most powerful kind after the royal colors. “You’ll regret it soon, joining that princess.” Were they talking about me? Also who is this guy and why has he been helping me? He turned towards me as I finished my thought.

He pulled down his hood and I noticed him as my old magic teacher. “It’s been a while Sarah”. I smiled, elated at seeing an old friend. He had disappeared one day and I was never taught magic again, the family claiming it was a waste of time and that they had no resources. “I thought… you abandoned me. Was I not a good student?” There was a pause. “They didn’t tell you the truth. Did they. They banished me, afraid that your power would grow too much, they’re afraid of you Sarah.” He reached out for my right arm and pointed at the cracked crest. “You feel your power? They’ve been using this to keep it under control. How you managed to crack this magic, I have no idea. The king was the one who made it.” He let out a laugh. “You may even be stronger than him. No wonder they’re afraid.”

This was a lot to take in. The family I knew was against me. “This can’t be possible, they’ve raised me.” He looked at me with such sad eyes before he hit me with the most undesirable news of my life. “You’re not from their family. Sarah, you were taken as a child from your real family.” I gawked at him. Unbelievable. This is a lie, it’s a great, big, lie. I stepped backwards, now fearful of this man. “When you were a child, your parents took you to a city festival. You had gotten your hands on some flowers and before everyone knew it, flowers had bloomed out of every crevice, your magic had seeped into the city lines and the power had surged. The king happened to be there and he decreed that magic was forbidden and took you from your family. Your parents… they tried to stop him, but he killed them. The public display of the king’s magic is what caused the rift between the upper and lower class and why the city is blocked off.” Rage and frustration surged through me. I knew it. I knew it in the back of my mind but I never wanted to believe it. How sometimes I was treated unkindly, how I was the only member of the “family” to have a bodyguard. How I wasn’t allowed outside the palace. I should’ve known. Tears streamed down my face as the realization hit me. My parents, were gone. My real ones. I’ll never get to know them.

I was glowing. I had cleared the rest of the darkness in the alleyway. He stared at me with a smile on his face. “What?” He let out a laugh. “No, I’m just really happy to see you, I’m sorry you had to find out this way and I’m sorry they kept it a secret. But I’m really happy to see you able to use your full potential.” I managed to let out a smile, turning my frustration into passion to see justice done. “We have to do something about it” and I explained what I had seen in the warp portal. “If we want to fight this, I need to teach you more.” We trained and trained.

One day, we were riding our dragons through the lower city. I had learned to conjure a gemstone dragon, the fastest and most powerful one, but I still wasn’t able to ride it correctly. I crashed into a lot of things but used my magic to fix them. I was still pretty clumsy. We had flown over the town square, listening to the music and the bustling of people buying food at the market. But then I saw a group of college kids surrounding around the darkness. I flew closer, taking a look. There was a kid on the ground, with the darkness almost consuming him. Magic was allowed here, so I wasn’t afraid of using it if I had to. I hopped off my dragon and approached them. It looked just like the darkness in the alleyway. The darkness crept closer to me as it noticed me through the kids. I took a step towards it and the darkness hesitated. I smirked, it’d been a while since I was able to use my real magic. I stomped on the ground, sparks and light emitted from the cracks it left on the cobblestone. The darkness shrieked and disintegrated. My teacher reached for the darkness and took a sample of it. “I’ll be back in a bit.” He said, taking the sample with him.

I ran towards the unconscious kid, the darkness now faded from him. I talked to the kids and they each told me how the darkness began to spread and how it had captured one of them. The kid had marks all over his body where the darkness had gotten to him. I held him in my lap, mortified because I knew the family was behind this. This was their way of getting rid of the weaker magic users. The kids begged me to save him and I kept trying, forcing my magic to surge through him. It was an hour before we saw some movement in his fingertips. His eyes fluttered open. “Th-thank you.” He coughed out. His friends took over and healed the rest of his wounds. I pulled one of the girls aside and asked her if she had seen this before. She told me it was common now, that one day the darkness showed up and began consuming people, either killing them or causing them to go insane. These kids were now on our side and wanted to start a revolution with us.

My teacher came back. We were all warped into a lab, where he had taken the sample. He was wearing an oddly shaped gas mask. It had an open tube in the front where the mouth is with a container underneath it, holding the darkness. The contraption allowed the user to blow and spread whatever was in the container to whoever was in front of it. He walked towards a dummy he had set up and told us to stay far away. He blew and the darkness attacked the dummy, turning it into dust in mere seconds. “This. This is what they’ve been up to. They’ve been releasing the darkness in the city and testing how it reacts to certain people.” We all looked at him with bulging eyes. How terrible. After that day, we were all filled with the need to do something about this.

Our first mission was to infiltrate this hotel that we found had a supplier of darkness underneath. On the guise of a school field trip, we went in. I had to wear a disguise or else I’d be recognized, so I wore a mask that made the seer, If I had wished, see a person they would never know outside their memory. I was placed in the same room as the teacher and one of the kids. There were weird candles set up in the room and they looked really familiar, I couldn’t remember. Then I heard a loud crack, like a gunshot and the memory came rushing back to me. I looked over at my teacher, fearful he was caught. He had set off one of the candles. They weren’t ordinary candles, they were lined with some type of magical gunpowder. I had seen these in plants back in the palace greenhouse, the glowing red ring that I was never allowed to go near and was scolded whenever I got too close. I told my teacher to take the student and go search the grounds before the guards noticed that one of these went off.

One of the cleaning ladies came in right after my teacher and the kid disappeared. She was in a frenzy, mumbling to herself that people are too idiotic and don’t know to avoid the red ringed candles. I asked myself why they would have these here in a room, but then didn’t go further, knowing the upper class were insane. She didn’t notice I was in the room and was startled when she saw me. I was just sitting on the bed looking at her go wild. She was holding a rather odd pooh pillow and struck up a conversation with me about tsum tsums. After a while, and questioning me about who set off the explosive, she left the room. I let out a sigh of relief, thankful that I didn’t have to act like another person.

Once the room was clear, I started sorting my thoughts. I was able to search through them and archive them away if I was surrounded by no one. I was once reminded of what I saw in the warp portal. I was fearful and for a moment, I let that fear consume me. I was shaking, but my teacher put his hands on my shoulders. “It’ll be okay. We’ve got you. And you are our biggest weapon. You’ve seen what could happen, and you know you will change it.”