dizzyspells | In a world without magic

In the months after Kefka's tower collapsed, the world changed rapidly. Though some of the damage to the land was irreversible, life began to flourish once again. For the first time in years, the trees budded, flowers grew, and even the sky turned blue. Everything seemed to be heading back to the way things were, though there was something distinctly different about their new world. When Kefka died, so too did magic, and with it, many of the monsters became less aggressive, and some species died out completely. To the average person it wasn't entirely a terrible trade-off, since travel became safer, but still, things were different.

Few felt the difference more than Celes. Unlike most of her friends who learned magic from the shards of Magicite, Celes was genetically modified from a young age. There was hardly a time in her life that she could remember not at least feeling that presence of magic, to be able to call forth fire or ice at a whim. Even now, she could feel the incantations on her tongue, but there was nothing to fuel it. Like a lamp drained of all of it's oil.

For all of the changes in the world, the one place that stayed the same was the mountains of Narshe. Still abandoned since the cataclysm, the frozen peaks saw few visitors. Few, save for the two climbing a long and winding frozen path. Even though it was spring, the mountains were as cold as ever, maybe even colder. Maybe the loss of magic had more of an effect on her than she'd like to admit, but Celes couldn't remember feeling quite this cold before. She'd be the last one to speak up though, so she kept her arms wrapped around her center, trudging forward silently in the snow.

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Thanks to the cold, her cheeks were already red, but his comment managed to make her flush. Maybe it was modesty, or just not being used to letting someone be so close to her, maybe she wouldn't ever be used to Locke treating her like something special.

"It's not anything that you wouldn't have done." Or anything that anyone else did. Terra was dealing just fine with the loss of her magic, seemed happy about it sometimes, even. Not waiting for an answer, she ended up pulling away, turning towards the fire, "We need to get some more wood." As always, dealing with work that needs to be done was the easier thing to do.

She turned back to the fire, but Locke didn't seem inclined to let her go right away. More wood, huh?

"Time and a place Celes, remember?" he snickered into her ear. Biting cold or bloodloss be damned, he still seemed to be feeling well enough to be a pain in the ass. He'd survive. She did have a point, though. He carefully began to unwind himself from around her. "Does this mean you're done putting me back together?"

That just made her blush more, and she gave him a light shove- on his good shoulder of course.

"You're acting well enough, I estimate a fast recovery." Not that much could keep him down for long. She was relunctant to move away from his heat, but once he unwound himself, she pushed herself to her feet.

"Stay here, I don't want to risk you running into more jagged spikes."

"I see your wit hasn't suffered from the loss of your magic," he said, slowly stretching out the injured arm with a bit of a wince. You say that like it was his fault. (It was his fault.) But Locke was always quick to bounce back. She might need to sit on him to be sure he didn't try to bounce too far too quickly.

"Luckily, I already cleared the path for you." By stumbling through it. "A torch oughta keep the critters away."

In a world without magic

hahaha yeah true

doing this on a psp is difficult, but I can't sleep anyway

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