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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 6:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 6:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 6:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 6:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 6:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 6:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 7:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 7:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 7:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 7:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 7:36 pm
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Cephal walked onto the campus, again, thinking about the energy within his arms. During his basic magic class today, even the teacher could not identify his power. Fortunately, he did learn after class that what coursed through his body was magic. He was dwarfed, however, by the other new students, who could summon at the least small fireballs, or other pieces of identifiable magic. He needed someone else to tell him what exactly was going on with him. This is why he came to the south courtyard. There was a tree there, and, as the teacher had explained, students who also thought deeply.
'What could be my magic capability? I need someone to tell me who it is.'
'Or do you need to find out what your power is yourself?'
'The only time I might have used my magic is in the prescence of others. I need someone here.'
As these thoughts ran through his head he walked through the courtyard. Walking, as other things, required no thinking for him, and he eventually lost his mental haze by seeing the mystically giant tree in the park. He decided to sit up against it. He wanted to know what his power really was. After all, that was the reason he came here. Too bad he couldn't muster up the courage to try and talk to someone.
"I sure hope that there are telepaths in this school, otherwise, I'm screwed."
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 7:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 7:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 7:43 pm
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