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September 27, 2013
I wanted to sprint forward like a madman, even if I was carrying this huge, heavy backpack. I imagined it slipping seamlessly off me as my arms turn into wings and I turn into a raven.

A burst of energy was coursing through me; from which source, I could not pinpoint. If I had been tasked to assassinate someone, I might actually have done it. Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Quick as that, he'd be caught up in a web of darkness, and it wouldn't even take a sliver off my mana. I wanted to crush him, this non-existent, unfortunate target.