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Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 9:35 am
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 10:16 am
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2017 8:33 pm
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"This world isn't mine." It was a simple, yet blunt, truth. "... but I'm getting ahead of the story. The three teenagers - Heliodora Winters, Michael Mitchell, and Adoelle Nashua - that went missing were actually the three Principals of the cage. They represented each part of the Sigil: the stars, the sword, and the crown. I think it would be easier to give you a written account, if you'd like, but I will tell you that they did not live.
"With their deaths, the cage was destabilized and Sunny," note the difference, "Shore suffered for it. Her magic, and the world, suffered for it. It rained for days with not a cloud in the sky, the ocean eventually turned black, there were tremors that couldn't be detected but we felt them ..."
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2017 8:52 pm
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"I can't confirm whether it's a different cycle but this universe - this world - is not my own, no. Magic was not real, except for those of us that were able to cross back and forth to other ashdown. The reason I am here, along with others, is because our world was breaking as Sunny was.
"Something had to be done, she had to be helped, and another Sigil - another cage - was created. Except this time the focal point was Sunny, not Renard. Somewhere in the process, in making the new Sigil, we ended up in a world not our own." Jeremiah was flipping through his notebook but stopped after a few page flips.
"I'll put together a document for you," he told her with a small smile. "At the time, at the death of the Principals, most did not realize that Sunny was the embodiment of Renard's magic that had been stripped from him. She was born from him, truly the child of both Liam Noor and Renard Leroux. In fact, all magic we have stems from her or, at least, it did until Sonny."
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2017 11:56 pm
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"You alright there?" Jeremiah asked, faintly concerned just because of the noise that might have escaped as Bento bounced from him to her. That he looked unphased from being used a springboard might have been a little telling about some of his talents if the fact that his ears was only slightly more pink did not after all the grooming.
"And, yes, that is my concern. That there is someone behind all of this and they are messing with things. Were Liam Noor available, we would potentially be able to get our hands on the ring and start working on dismantling the cage and freeing everyone. Likewise, Ascencion Shore's death? It happened during a time period that none of us were here." A small pause. "Or rather I should say that I replaced the Jeremiah Mercer that was here and have no memories of his life. Regardless, it leaves us without knowledge that would be very beneficial to have."
A small bit of wry laughter escaped.
"It is but you can talk to some individuals, Officer Kuroda for example, and he'll tell you similar history. Congratulations, Miss Bliskiss, you have gone through the looking glass and your life will likely never be the same. Regardless, you have my support with whatever you need to pursue this case."
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