Role

Chapter 5

At the time, I was proper confused. I didn't realise the ancient magic I'd
stumbled across. Sure as anything those lads didn't know, or they'd not
have been using it to chuck their evidence down. More to the point, I
didn't realise how gods damned lucky I was. Ain't rightly sure what would
have happened if that portal had been closed, but I reckon it would not
have been pretty.

But it weren't closed.

I ain't going to talk about the week I spent there. It ain't for putting to
paper. There are some secrets that are mine to keep, ya know?

But that was my crucible. That land of constant danger. That world of
silence where destruction could be around every corner. Washed out and grey,
it felt more alive than all my years in the homeland.

All the worlds a tower, pals. All the worlds a stage. But this?

This is a land where its mostly all come crashing down. A world where there
is only the struggle for another day, and that question that hangs over it
all: when will the last few pieces land?

But honestly?

Coming home was good. I had to risk the portal again eventually. I
toughened up a bit, but there is tough then there are some of the real
nasties that can end up on your heels there. The thing is?

I'm glad to be home. That place was incredible. It'd be fair to say it made
me who I am. Certainly changed my look, and maybe that's for the best.

But that's a play already written, pals. Its a clock already winding down.
It lacks a personal touch, if you get me?

I've got this whole world at my fingertips, a tower still swaying in the
wind. Ready for the toppling and ready for the watching. I figure its how
an artist feels, having seen a masterpiece and now wanting to make his own.

So lets get to poking and prodding, and setting fires. We've got a whole
pyre here ready for the lighting, and what higher calling than to be the
match which puts flame to tinder?

Lets make some magic happen.

Get me?