A Feeling (part 3)

I think something might be wrong with me.

Concentrating is becoming exponentially more arduous for me, and it's beginning to extend into other areas of life. My spells feel different, almost alien, now. When I attempt to cast a spell, it feels more unpredictable. Sometimes the spells are less powerful than I intend, other times, more powerful...once, two spells even sort of melded together into something else completely.

Maybe I should take it easy. Rest more, try not to utilize my spells as much for a few days? I suppose that will have to do for the time being, I'm sure that all I need is to spend a day or two in bed and a couple more days without any stressful activities and my concentration will be back to normal again.

I hope.


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Something is wrong. Something is definately wrong.

My spells...I...I'm afraid I can't control it. I feel more like...like it's controlling me. Spells casting of their own volition, regardless of whether or not I'm making any attempt to cast any spells at all. Spells I cast go completely haywire or out of control, no matter how hard I try to concentrate and keep it from becoming too hazardous.

I'm too dangerous to stay here. I will not endanger the lives of people around me. I can't. I just...I can't.

I need to leave here. Now.


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A moogle flutters into the room, looking around for his master. No sign of him is readily obvious--the room looks more disheveled than usual, several things knocked over onto the floor...he begins to become worried as he sees one of his master's plants is now crystalline, frozen with ice that doesn't seem to be melting at all, a scorch mark in the shape of a hand along the wall, and a letter amidst the chaos left in the wake of what seems to have almost been a fight.

The letter seems to be addressed to Kre'oss, and the moogle carries it off in search of the letter's addressee.



Kre'oss,

I'm sorry. I cannot stay here any longer. It's as I feared, I can't control it anymore, and I only wish I could see the signs sooner. Unfortunately, hind sight does no good now, does it? I'm afraid that I'm forced to keep this short, so I can't explain it. I can't stay in Windurst. Or any populated area right now. I'm going home. I can only pray that I'll be able to return...I love you, Kre'oss, and I'm sorry for any pain or trouble I've caused you. I hope you can forgive me for the trouble I've put you, and everyone else, through. Please don't follow me...please. I can't explain, but following me might put you, and anyone who comes with you, in danger. And I don't want that.

Goodbye.
-Caen'ir


(( Last one for now. ))