Argenti

Gah! My shard keeps making me unfollow this place! Arghhh! I'll go put some of the new things in.

"When this is all over, I want you to go to the capital and get tested. It's a rare thing for one to manifest this late, but not unheard of. For now, avoid singing while feeling any strong emotion, that's often when magic gets drawn." She shrugs and grabs Mike's slumbering body before hauling him upstairs.

(Blank one) (If you wanna, you don't gotta) (My one)

"Has anything like this happened before?"

"Yes... That would be a good idea..." She seems disturbed "What where you doing? Could you show me?"

Sarah see Mike and rushes over to him. She puts her ear to his mouth and pulls out a small amulet, which seems to push air in his lungs. She grabs a glowing coal from a nearby fireplace, crushes it in her hand, and shoves it into his chest. His chest splits open to reveal a dark void where she places the coal. She pulls her hand out, takes a white glowing thread and threads the gapping scar up. "I've done all I can, He just needs time now. Any Idea how this happend?"

Sara follows behind and begins to chant under her breath. To Autumn, threads of crimson and black energy weaved between their fingers.

After a moment, the man returns with the matronly woman who healed you earlier. "What has happened?" She asks.

"OH! I'll go get her!" He runs off.

"Sister Sarah? Is someone hurt?"

They push open smoothly and glide to a halt. You see a large open room with rows of pews, and the walls are lined with shrines to the six divines. You see an old man sweeping and dusting the room. The man looks over to you. "Huh?"

You arrive at the Church; it's a large stone building in an ornate Gothic style. Two large, ominous wooden doors loom over you.

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He does not respond

You feel the thrum of power under your fingers, a swelling at the back of your throat. It tastes like mint and wet blood; power fills your lungs like a breath of fresh air. It rips through your mouth, along with your screech. You can see a pulse of glowing crimson air launch towards Mike, who does not look particularly interested in the music. The crimson light slams into Mike, and he is launched back towards the wall. Glasses shatter, and you hear a sickening *crack* like the snapping of bones and the splintering of wood. Mike slumps down, and you see blood trickling down his head. You are not sure if he's breathing.

"That makes me want to do it less."

"Yes, show me why you've pushed people away. Let's see if it was worth it." "Yeah, I've heard that one before. Not gonna happen."

"Being a child doesn't make you less deserving" He sighs, "But acting like one does. You forget that there are other people, whose space and well-being are just as important as yours. The issue with writing music just for yourself is that, in the end, you're the only one who wants to listen. Music is more than just expression, just like all art, you need to do something with it. " "I made that mistake once, And I don't want to see you fall down the same path." "It is not loud and annoying, it must be said. But what are you selling?" "You still can't drink that."