Supernal Diaspora [Mage: The Awakening]

Robinson – Shadows of the Past

I remember. Not everything, but I’m getting bits and pieces. I was fighting something while I was gone. There were abyssal spirits. A lot of them. It started to come back to me on the ship. We’d just managed to avoid the storm when some looney construct attempted to scuttle the ship. Venture fixed the ship and we tied up the construct. But when North tried to fix it, something went wrong. I didn’t know how I knew, but I could feel the abyssal spirit entering our reality. I knew it was coming. By the time I got there the damage was done, North had created a twisted double of herself, and when I saw it, something snapped.

I could see me fighting myself, over and over across bizarre, alien landscapes. Then I saw myself fighting another doppleganger. It tried to ply its will, but I purged all energy from the place and it was left gesturing feebly at me, unable to pull up the mana required for its spell. Then I burned it alive. I can almost remember how it feels to do that, to create a dead zone. I’m scared to try, but I know I can do it. I’ve seen myself do it before, as impossible as that seems.

If you had told me yesterday that meeting Odin would be a sidenote in any story, I would have laughed at you. He warned me about the future. There’s a storm coming, and apparently it’s going to be much harder on us, or me at least, than others. He wasn’t specific, but I’ll take what warning he’s willing to give. He may have saved our lives, to be fair. Without the forewarning the waxmen may have taken us unawares, and who knows what that storm would have done to us.


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