Magus Professional Goober
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Friends And Enemies
KRIZAK!!! SIDEKICK ALREADY!!!
Okay, I'll be gone out tonight, so I hope to get as
much plot done during the day as I can. Today's the day that I
end things with Vante... ---------------------------------
Magus smiled as the land of Zeal passed from beneath
him. He was complete now, his soul was now a part of him, for
better or worse. He felt like he could accomplish anything.
He had already accomplished the one thing he wanted
more than any other, he had finally been able to save Zeal
when it needed him. Even if it was only a memory, it would
live on in his heart.
Magus finally had a home.
But it wasn't a total victory. He thought he could
trust Vante, after all they'd been through together. He
thought they understood one another better than that. Vante
had betrayed him.
The words he had spoken also
bothered Magus. Vante had called him "The Uniter". He didn't
know what that meant. Magus found himself in a crowded
stadium.
He got up to leave.
"Going so soon?"
The Omega materialized before Magus, not really
surprising him. This was Vante's style.
"Vante, I'd
rather not talk with you right now."
"Oh, and why's
this?"
"Because I feel like killing you..."
"Don't be silly, it's not like I did it on purpose.
And anyway, you can't simply kill one of the Eternals. Not
while they still have work to do..." Vante suddenly looked
edgy. "Look, he have to talk, follow me."
The two
rulers of The Void made their way through the stadium into a
dark corner. Magus cast a small fire in his hand to give them
light.
"Okay Vante, spill it. What's wrong with you
these days?"
"I guess I have no choice but to tell you
now, but you have to make me a promise."
"It depends
on the promise..."
"No! You have to promise! No matter
what I tell you to do, you have to do it! Do you promise me
this?"
Magus had never seen such a look on the Omega's
face before. It was sheer terror.
"Y...yes Vante, I'll
do it if it's that important."
"Good. You'd better sit
down, this might not be easy to hear..."
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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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