Magus Professional Goober
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Home Is Where The Heart Is
Magus slept a deep, restful sleep.
He dreamt he was returning to all that had ever been
important to him. He dreamt that he was in a place that made
sense to him, where he could be true to himself and his past.
He dreamt that the towers remained, that the majestic
waterfalls still flowed cleanly and brightly. He dreamt that
it was as he remembered it, even thought that could never be.
He thought he felt the coldness of the Veldt pass away
from him. The rush of warm air passing over his body comforted
him. It was nice, if only it were real.
The sounds and
smells came back to him. It smelt of a peaceful summer’s day.
It sounded tranquil, relaxing, familiar.
Lastly, he
thought he could see himself. He was flying high above
reality, looking down at himself on the ground. He was
smiling, a true, happy smile. It had been so long since he
knew real joy.
A gentle breeze moved through his hair
as he slept. A single bird chirped in the distance. Magus
awoke, thinking of his childhood. He was often awakened by the
sound of the birds. How he longed for those simple days.
Magus cleared his eyes, and found Alfador standing at
the top of a ridge. He turned and beckoned Magus over,
grinning from ear to ear. “Come see, I think you’ll enjoy what
I have to show you.”
Magus began to walk up the hill,
and stopped. He smelt the air, and it was clean and pure. He
began to run, not sure why. He ran until he had reached the
top, and gazed over at what was below.
His eyes
widened, and a smile crept across his face. “Welcome home,
Magus.”
Magus shed a single tear as he saw the place
of his innocent and guilt.
“Welcome home, old friend.”
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So we'll go no more aroving, so late into the
night, Although the heart be still as loving, and the moon
be still as bright.
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