[WP] Over the course of the last year, magic has mysteriously withered away from the land until the most powerful wizards couldn’t even conjure a spark. You, on the other hand, are still struggling to understand why your magic hasn’t disappeared.

I pulled the door open only to have the entire door shatter in my hands. I sighed and waved my hands, reconstructing the wood and replacing it into the doorway. Jawnic looked up, deep bags under her eyes and nodded to my entering.

“Did I hear something?” she asked.

“No, just the door opening,” I lied.

“Mmm,” she said, looking back down to a cauldron sitting in front of her. He picked up a handful of spice, then hesitated and returned it to its bowl. Then she turned to a vial and shook her head.

“It’s as if the knowledge of magic is being stolen from me even as I attempt to use it. I’m a mage, yet I cannot create even the simplest potion!” she said, slamming a hand against the table. I looked at the ingredients and immediately surmised that she was trying to create a potion to strengthen memory. I shook my head. I never previously learned how to make a memory potion, yet the information made its way into my head without my permission.

“What are you trying to make?” I asked, trying to be helpful by pretending I was as misinformed as her.

“I don’t remember,” she admitted sourly. My eyebrows rose as I felt an immense amount of pity for her. I never wanted the powers, yet my ability seemed to grow with every passing day.

“What about this ingredient? This one helps with memory, doesn’t it?” I asked, shaking a vial newt legs. They were the main ingredient that she had already added to her concoction.

“Uhhh…” she looked closely. “Who knows!” she said, tossing the cauldron over the table as she grunted.

“How do you live William? A life without magic? What is it like?” she asked, worry in her trembling eyes.

“Oh, uhh…” I remembered the day I got the powers flowing through me. I thought I would die in a forest alone. But I found a spring that must have been infused with magic. Since then, my power grew daily. It was the worst day of my life.

“It’s a happy, simpler life. You don’t have to worry about misfiring magic, or accidentally conjuring something when you’re feeling emotional. You don’t even have to worry about other magic users since they’ll leave you alone!” I said encouragingly.

“Ah, yes, the duels do get tiring,” she said with a hint of nostalgia. Her eyes drifted as they grew moist.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked sincerely. If I had it in me, I’d give her the entirety of my power.

“No, no, your visit is more than enough for an old…” her eyes suddenly blinked. They blinked again, and the bags under her eyes seemed to decrease. Her sorrow turned to determination. “I may have something in mind.”

“What is it? Whatever you want, I am here for my elder,” I promised.

“I want to go to the Well of Origin,” she said grandly. I stared at her, unaware of what she was speaking of. She turned to me as if expecting me to protest.

“The Well of Origin?” I repeated.

“Yes, it’s said to be a place of immense power. One sip and I may be able to regain all of my magical power. It’s said that many have gone looking for it but not one has been able to reach it. And it comes at a terrible price,” she said with a hint of shame. She didn’t seem like she was sure that she wanted me to carry out this quest.

“What price is that?” I asked.

“You become the Origin!” she exclaimed. I waited for her to explain, but again it seemed she assumed I knew what she was talking about.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“Isn’t it clear? You become the origin of all magic. The magic in the world is sucked away and infused into the individual who drank from it! They become the origin of power, an incredibly powerful being with abilities beyond all the magicians in the world combined! But it would be such a selfish act. I don’t believe I want you to do it. I’d rather let nature take the course it is on,” she replied. I didn’t hear her after she mentioned the magic in the world being sucked away.

“And you are sure this is a well? Not a river or a spring?” I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

“Oh, it can take any matter of body of water, not that it matters. No one has found it no matter how long they looked,” she said, looking at the cauldron on her floor sadly.”

I stared past her, at the ingredients that I had somehow become able to identify. I was even able to see a small stream of energy waning from within her and coming into me.

“Yes, that would be awful if someone found it,” I agreed.


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