Role

Chapter 7

"Boss, I've got 'em," the felar almost purrs in triumph.

Our hero blinks, as though chasing sleep from his eyes. His rising hand stops
in mid air.

"You have the crystals for the resonator?"

"Oh yeah," the felar flashes a wide grin.

The raised hand drops softly back to the desk. A torrent of silent thoughts
crosses our hero's mind, almost all in the same instant. There is a cost to
everything.

Each choice leads us to a path along the labyrinth and all mortals are but
blind mice chasing after treats, concepts they can't even fathom.

When a mastermind starts spinning a web toward a goal, as the creation grows
it too gains control over the creator.

Only those bold enough to grasp for what they want have any chance of
attaining it.

Every hero is also a villain to someone else.

Magic.
Love.
Magic.
Love.
Magic.
Love.

Celdimerick's grin matches the one on his collaborator's face. With a
triumphant pop he opens the effervescent bottle saved for the very occasion.

Magic.