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Sharp and opinionated Purple is one of the last residents of what's left of...
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an hour earlier...
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IT WAS A good thing that I had not shown up in that laced frost dress from the Winter Faerie. It would have feigned a plausible high status here; which was something that I no longer had the right to possess.
Especially not for a trial.
I knew precisely where I was as I took in the landscape. Unlike some of the rolling hilly areas of the Alpha Plane, the flat, dull region which the Dreamcatcher Authority inhabited left much to an artist's imagination.
After living in the Alpha Plane for years, I could navigate it as easily as I knew the back of my hand.
I recognised the giant silver-leafed and bronze-trunked oaks either side of me, their branches entwining to imitate the structure of an archway. This was the invisible door to the diamond temple.
I did not dare to breathe as I stepped through it.
The air was stale and balmy —a welcome temperature after having been in the snows of the Pine Woods. I could feel the magic in the air; it gyrated against mine, feeling it out and attempting to understand it.
My magic was as much of a mystery as I had thought. The other magic recoiled, almost hissed at me.
