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Just as I was beginning to understand magic, when my breakthrough arrived, I'm forced to relocate. My lab, my notes, my life, left behind, like so much debris.It has been most… vexing. How shall I continue now? The task of beginning anew is daunting to the point of overwhelming. Yet it's made abundantly clear that going back is not an option, my still-aching wounds are a most efficient reminder and deterrent. No, I must contend myself with trying to reconstitute as much as I can from memory, and reclaim the rest as best I can. Who knows, with my improved experience, it might be commensurably quicker this time. I have learned from my past mistakes already, after all, and there is still the chance that we can regain access to the hidden backup archives. At least I am not alone in my torments and future toil, though there are far too few survivors, leaving my arcane laboratory hopelessly understaffed most of the time. It will only get worse, I imagine, as the other eventually return to the actual work they are supposed to be doing. I often wonder if anyone but me will succeed, for I cannot believe any of them possess sufficient resolve to continue after such a setback. But I will prevail, and the secrets of the universe shall reveal themselves at last!


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