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Time rose and fell around him. Its waves crashed against the shore at his feet — the inexorable place where present and past met, and so washed away the threads of possibility. The thousands, millions, trillions of events that could be before one by one they collapsed into a single moment. Solidified into a single strand. Left the way open for the next rush of possibilities.
It was enough to stun any man, and though Hadrian had witnessed it more times than he could count by then, this time was different.
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Hadrian has spent years at the hands of Syriani Dorayaica, but he is not as broken as the Prophet believes. (Set on Dharun-Tun during Kingdoms of Death.)
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Kell wakes up in a dying world.
He didn’t mean to. Didn’t want to. Didn’t even know what he was doing until he closed his eyes and felt his blood hum with familiar power and the world warped beneath him.
And then he awoke in a place at once foreign and familiar, a deepening sense of horror sliding like ice through his veins.
Because this was not Red London.
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Kell gets into an argument with the royal family of the Maresh Empire, and - in a moment of anger - uses his magic to travel to another world. However, he ends up in White London, cold and alone, and with no way home.
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Dread has a certain feel to it. Cold, heavy, damningly silent.
It's the type of thing that festers like an open wound if left unchecked. An aching sensation in the pit of your stomach too painful to ignore. A voice screaming for attention in the back of your mind.
They’ve learned to read it, to adapt to it. To heed it as a warning.
But, sometimes, they forget, and they find themselves trapped on a road they never intended to follow.
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Pearl is dying, Jimmy is struggling to keep it together, and Scar has a plan that might get them all killed. Meanwhile, Gem is just doing her best to make it to the next day, and Grian certainly isn't helping with that.
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Branches snag on Rusty’s cloak, like fingers clawing out of the dark, grasping at her from the depths of the shadows. She trips, only barely catching herself on a nearby tree. In the back of her mind, a voice screeches at her to go, go, GO.
It’s always the same. You just run and run and run and run until something gives and you’ve made it another day or you're looking down the end of another Shadow’s sword.
Rusty was so tired of running.
(She does it anyway.)
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Dry wind whips around him, tears at his clothes. A purple cloak — the color deeper, the fabric finer than any he’s ever seen before — swirls around him as he’s pelted by hot sand, and for a moment he feels as if he’s caught in the middle of a particularly vicious storm.
Except there’s no rain. No lightning, no thunder. Only the wind.
The heat scorches his lungs, robs the moisture from his mouth. He licks his lips, but it does little to bring him relief.
He doesn’t recognize this place. Can’t remember having ever stepped foot in a desert like this before.
Or, Flux wakes up in the memory of his past life.
(Inspired by Children of Aculon by ffriday)