the realm untouched by time and space, where her physical body would never lose its prime due to aging, where she could store limitless powers -of her own and those that she took from others-.
@OfPhosphenes Magic has always been the rift separating pleasant dreams and unforgiving reality. Fate was the bridge built upon the rift; the same fate that reunited Allegra and Ambara in the realm of boundless dream. The old walls of Hogwarts then appeared as surrounding. They were then
Vardan getting perturbed for her younger disciples, perhaps reminding him of his own younger days. They would get along well, she thought.
โYouโre safe here- the two of you.โ
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The autumn wind upon the Dolomites Alps was as cold as winter. Yet, the manor built on the isolated outskirts of the village emitted warmth; from the lights, bonfires, and laughs.
The manor was the sole building within the ownerโs private property. In its backyard,
the manor. โLet them stay for a longer while,โ Allegra told Vardan.
As she told him so, she reached her hand out to the younger boy in Vardanโs embrace, gently caressing Kafkaโs forehead. โYou did well; you can rest now.โ
She couldnโt help but to be- amused, as she could see