Amanda stared at the flaming eye. She crossed her arms and tilted her head, studying it. She remembered stories about it...stories about growing stronger with her magic. She had been thinking about that nonstop for months, wanting to be stronger, to learn new types of magic beyond what she already knew.
It would probably be dangerous. She might die. She really might die. But, she figured, she could die tomorrow anyway. She could get stuck in an undersea wreck and drown. She could get attacked in the wilds while out scavenging. She could get mugged and stabbed in the back streets of Torchline.
But for stronger magic...
"It's worth it," she said, running for the fire and jumping straight through.
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Amanda jumps in. She's carrying a belt knife and a backpack containing flint, a rope, some feathers, some fruit, and some horns, hooves, and fangs cut off dead animals.
It would probably be dangerous. She might die. She really might die. But, she figured, she could die tomorrow anyway. She could get stuck in an undersea wreck and drown. She could get attacked in the wilds while out scavenging. She could get mugged and stabbed in the back streets of Torchline.
But for stronger magic...
"It's worth it," she said, running for the fire and jumping straight through.
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Amanda jumps in. She's carrying a belt knife and a backpack containing flint, a rope, some feathers, some fruit, and some horns, hooves, and fangs cut off dead animals.
