-casually throws a comment your way- I'll spare you the fact that you snuck up on me- but what kind of event, would cause a fissure to erupt in reality?
I'm thinking I need a second opinion. Usually I'd ask someone else, but- I know that he's too busy.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postYes- my one, in particular.
I mean- just look at this.
You see the forest continuing, don't you? -calmly points his cane at the spot, and moves it aside, like a curtain-
-there is a red desert on the other side-
-near endless-
And now- because I've revealed it- you don't. -retracts his cane, as the curtain falls back into place- Sealing it is easy- but I need to figure out the cause.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postEither- someone is tearing holes in my reality trying to get in- in which case- I am unaware of who or what it could be- or something is trying to leave and again- I don't know who or what.
Of course- another explanation- is that this is the side effect of something else...
Which concerns me, because I don't meet many magi- who would cause this sort of thing.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOtherwise- Well.
I would hope that I don't have a problem on my hands- of someone trying to invade my universe.
I already had a problem before, that I thankfully managed to fix.
And fix in a good way.
But- if there is something...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postThe only person I know who could do something like this- is me.
Well- not me, me- but another timelines' version of me.
Though- I know I covered the holes I left when I had to rectify a timeline where I took a choice that was- far too easy.
That timeline is getting better, at least... and the me- of that timeline- has been supplanted by a being more suited for it. Which- thankfully- both asked for my aid, and also arose out of nature.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-shrugs- It's complicated.
Though if you meet a man called Levack- well- he might just have a grudge against me.
He is also me- and the only thing I can think of having a grudge against me.
So- I am my own worst enemy, it seems.
Except- the me who is my enemy- doesn't call himself by my name.
Even though he is technically me.
I- though- am Chester Aggripson.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-nods- Yes- Chester Aggripson. Intellectual Magi.
You'll know who Levack is- because he wears a golden mask.
Though his... I believe- a result of the choice- Is not exactly. Like mine.
Half of the face is happy- and the other half is sad. Split down the middle, vertically.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

...?
-observing him from a bush-
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