Deal
Dear Diary,
Today’s events at the magus meet have left me shaken to my core. It’s as if I’ve stepped into a world where darkness reigns, and the lines between right and wrong have been blurred beyond recognition.
Before the meeting began, Headmistress Morgana whispered something to Lilith and Aric that I couldn’t quite make out. It seemed important, but I didn’t understand what it meant at the time. Little did I know, it was a harbinger of the dark deeds that were about to unfold.
As the participants took their seats around the table, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that settled over me like a heavy blanket. The table was positioned around the well where the dwarf woman had been cruelly sacrificed, her screams still echoing in the recesses of my mind.
The voice from beneath the well began to communicate with the participants, its cold, calculating words sending shivers down my spine. It seemed indifferent to the horrors that had just occurred, its intentions shrouded in secrecy and malice.
Lilith and Aric took their turn to speak, eloquently explaining how the school had managed to prevent mundanes from entering the portal and causing chaos. Their words were convincing, but they paled in comparison to the final pitch made by the Morbida Academy of Arcane students.
Their argument was simple yet chillingly effective: they claimed that they were perfect because they had always been careful about the portal, and their people lived contentedly within the confines of their resources. It was a blatant lie, but it seemed to sway the voice beneath the well.
In exchange for keeping the portal alive, the voice made a sinister deal with them: it would provide them with what they desired, but only if they agreed to feed it. The implications of their agreement sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt sickened by the callousness of their decision.
It was then that I realized the true intentions of the voice beneath the well: it wanted dwarfs to serve as its sustenance, their lives sacrificed to satisfy its insatiable hunger. It doesn’t care what they were pitching. And to my horror, they had agreed to its terms without hesitation.
After the unsettling events of the magus meet, I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that hung over me like a dark cloud. The voice from beneath the well, its sinister intentions veiled in mystery, echoed in my mind like a haunting refrain.
Despite Lilith and Aric’s valiant efforts, Jennifer Nile and Jacob Minus emerged victorious with their pitch for the Morbida Academy of Arcane. The headmaster of their school, Lysandros, appeared pleased with the outcome, though I couldn’t fathom why.
Headmistress Ravencroft’s expression was a mask of anger and frustration, though I still struggled to understand the significance of the meeting. It seemed like something important had transpired, but the details eluded me amidst the chaos and confusion.
As the others dispersed, whispers of gossip filled the air, swirling around like specters in the night. It was clear that something significant had occurred, but the truth remained elusive, hidden behind a veil of secrecy and intrigue.
Amidst the chatter and gossip that swirled around me, I couldn’t shake the feeling of isolation that had settled over me like a heavy cloak. The realization that I may never see my parents again, or that they may not even want to see me, was a bitter pill to swallow. Perhaps it was time for me to accept the harsh truth: I was alone in this world, with no one to turn to but myself.
As suddenly the voices of cries and anger echoed through the well, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding wash over me. What dark secrets lay hidden beneath the surface? And what role did I have to play in this unfolding drama?
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