Magus Professional Goober
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When Gods Fight
Magus stood at the helm of the Void,
moving from Plain to Plain, trying to understand what it all
meant. He no longer felt the Flow around him, he no longer
wished to. With his lost control, he also lost contact with
the Memory Pools. He was what he always had been, just more.
He had seen and done things he could never forget. He had felt
things that no one else would ever feel. He had spoken with
The Creator. She had called him and he had answered. They
could never take that from him.
"I welcome you,
warriors, to the Tournament of Champions."
His
head raised slightly. "What is it this time? You've already
mended the Continuous, Saint, you can stop now."
"The challenge will test your skill, your wits, and
your will to live."
"Wait, that's not Saint.
That's someone else. I don't know who..."
"I am
Mian and this is my compatriot Volnes."
"Who do
they think they are? No one tells me what to do and where to
go without a good reason."
"We are conducting this
tournament to find a person worthy of joining the Eternal's
Echelon."
"Eternal's Echelon...?"
"I
assure you, this is as great a prize as anyone can offer."
"I...I would be a God at last...? That's almost too
good... When you're a God...you can belong...anywhere in the
Multiverse is home... Saint spoke often of some Truth, how
everything would make sense. Only a true God can know how and
why all this is. The secret to this vast journey, this
Life..."
A bright light flickered in front of him. It
was a gateway, almost a Memory Pool, it shone of a pure light.
We don't want you to die.
"Speak for
yourself..."
The light flashed black as Magus stepped
from his Life in the Void to his Life in the battles. The
balance still existed. With all Life there must be some Death.
There will always be Death.
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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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