Magic Wand tried to step off the tram and into Galaxy City, but she could not bare it. The Lae Lines had moved, as if sensing a great event, and such only occurred when tragedy and pain were soon to come. Finally, she released the door and stepped out taking slow steps to the balcony railing outside the terminal. It was then that she realized she had been holding her breath. A slow exhale brought the world back into focus.
"Hey there," said three voices in unison and Magic turned to see three women standing around her. There was no doubt who they were, one linked to the Never knew when such powerful forces were close at hand. The three continued in unison, which was not their normal way, but perhaps there was some deeper meaning. Magic knew she needed to pay attention, "All things encounter Fate, but it is hardly always grim. You have felt much these past few days as have others like you. We cannot say anything that might comfort you, but an understanding must come. To weather the Coming Storm, hardship must be endured. But ever is there hope, little elf, ever is there hope..."
Like a dream they were gone, the words echoing in Magic's ears. They had given her strength, it would be needed. But this day was not they day of forecasted doom. Walking down the ramps, the witch began her stroll through the streets of Galaxy City. Citizens were everywhere, doing what came within the normal course of their daily lives. She could warn them, but she had no proof and the next day most would return to their homes and jobs thinking her crazed.
Circling each block she looked at the buildings and marvelled at the feats necessary to keep them standing in a world full of beings with power that could squash and criple them with hardly a nod. The statues of heroes long gone, the park with sparse wildlife, but life none-the-less, even the store where a friend of hers always bought apples claiming they were the best in the city. Galaxy certainly had its simple charms.
As she climbed the steps to Freedom Corps headquarters and nodded to Back Alley Brawler as he barked orders to young heroes coming to him for advice, something she had done, herself, when arriving from the Never. She turned to look out at the City one last time before walking to the right and around back to the statue of a hero she had come to respect, even though they could hardly ever meet, Galaxy Girl. The woman's heroics were a testament to what all heroes should strive to become.
For long moments she looked up at the statue before mouthing the spell that would teleport her away. She kept the image with her as she stepped down from the pedestal that served as her entrance point to the base her friends used. She walked down the hall to her room and looked into the crystal ball, waiting for the event to begin. Tears streamed down her face for she knew she would be called away, at any moment, to help elsewhere as chaos reigned down on a place she had once called home. But such were the whims of Fate.
Magic Wand tried to step off the tram and into Galaxy City, but she could not bare it. The Lae Lines had moved, as if sensing a great event, and such only occurred when tragedy and pain were soon to come. Finally, she released the door and stepped out taking slow steps to the balcony railing outside the terminal. It was then that she realized she had been holding her breath. A slow exhale brought the world back into focus.
"Hey there," said three voices in unison and Magic turned to see three women standing around her. There was no doubt who they were, one linked to the Never knew when such powerful forces were close at hand. The three continued in unison, which was not their normal way, but perhaps there was some deeper meaning. Magic knew she needed to pay attention, "All things encounter Fate, but it is hardly always grim. You have felt much these past few days as have others like you. We cannot say anything that might comfort you, but an understanding must come. To weather the Coming Storm, hardship must be endured. But ever is there hope, little elf, ever is there hope..."
Like a dream they were gone, the words echoing in Magic's ears. They had given her strength, it would be needed. But this day was not they day of forecasted doom. Walking down the ramps, the witch began her stroll through the streets of Galaxy City. Citizens were everywhere, doing what came within the normal course of their daily lives. She could warn them, but she had no proof and the next day most would return to their homes and jobs thinking her crazed.
Circling each block she looked at the buildings and marvelled at the feats necessary to keep them standing in a world full of beings with power that could squash and criple them with hardly a nod. The statues of heroes long gone, the park with sparse wildlife, but life none-the-less, even the store where a friend of hers always bought apples claiming they were the best in the city. Galaxy certainly had its simple charms.
As she climbed the steps to Freedom Corps headquarters and nodded to Back Alley Brawler as he barked orders to young heroes coming to him for advice, something she had done, herself, when arriving from the Never. She turned to look out at the City one last time before walking to the right and around back to the statue of a hero she had come to respect, even though they could hardly ever meet, Galaxy Girl. The woman's heroics were a testament to what all heroes should strive to become.
For long moments she looked up at the statue before mouthing the spell that would teleport her away. She kept the image with her as she stepped down from the pedestal that served as her entrance point to the base her friends used. She walked down the hall to her room and looked into the crystal ball, waiting for the event to begin. Tears streamed down her face for she knew she would be called away, at any moment, to help elsewhere as chaos reigned down on a place she had once called home. But such were the whims of Fate.