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Group Precipitation - FanOfMostEverything



Stories set in the Oversaturated World, some silly, some less so.

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Merely a Setback, by Masterweaver

Pathetic.

Pathetic!

Pathetic mortal, linking back to his former friends, forced out of his frame. He was nothing without. Without the frame, without his friends.

Still... an anchor. Any anchor was enough. But they had shoved the frame out...

...out to the between.

Drifting.

Lost.

The strands of Fae surrounded the frame. It was not like the mortals, trapped by time. Without an anchor, it could crawl. It could move.

Ah...?

Ah!

A fractured world. Guarded, zealously, by light. Still, the light was young. Strong, but not spread out.

But aware.

It would have to be careful.

It twisted, slipping backwards, slipping forwards, sideways, until...

Ah.

Yes. Yes.

This would do.

This was the moment.

It entered, just as the world exploded.

It slithered into the shadows...

...the abandoned of this race.

Magic was real, proclaimed the light, even as the race changed.

And here... yes. Here. One who had forsaken the old light and would hate the new.

It was easy enough to bond.

A new anchor.

And this time, this time... this time, the frame would prove.

The frame would become.

Agents. There would be lost.

The frame knew to seek. Fallout from the future... and from the past. Power meant for light, gathered by darkness.

The Shadows would claim another.

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