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It’s been almost a year since Glamour Springs. You’ve avoided detection, changed your looks, ran like you did before the show. You hate being back here, but it’s better that dead, right?...
You’re on the road, it rained recently, and the ground is muddy. But on the ground, you notice a piece of paper.“Flyers? Missing flyers? You think that will help us find her.”
“We gotta try something Taako. We. Maybe someone will know something. But since just searching isn’t working, maybe putting out flyers too will help. Please man, just help me out and use some preservation enchantment?”
“Fine. I’m disappointed you couldn’t figure it out yourself, nerd.”
“Taako you two graduated TOP of your class…”
Some of the words are blurry, hard to read. You assume that must be because of yesterday’s rain. But then you look at the face. And, Taako, the face looking up from the paper is YOU.
Or, it looks like you. Something in your subconscious registers it as someone else. And as you stare, your head starts to ache. So does your heart. There’s something wrong with this flyer.They didn’t tell Lucretia about the flyers. They just didn’t have a chance. It never came up. But she still found them, at least most of them. Every time she found one, she almost doubted herself, her plan. But this was proof, wasn’t it? They’d resorted to using flyers. Taako had always scoffed at that “Bullshit, non-magic way of searching. Just use magic, dipshits!”
You shake off the grief oddness that overcame you for a moment, and crumple up the flyer. It must be someone looking for the (murderer) of Glamour Springs. You’d hoped they’d give up eventually, but this paper looks good as new, except for the smudged words. More hiding then, more scrounging, more praying that your magic doesn’t mess up that badly again. More time like the childhood you had prayed you’d escaped. More time alone, like always.
You don’t know why that thought feels so wrong.