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[aulbrey]

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The more she practiced the easier it was to control the explosive power that surrounded her. It was her job to protect the supplies she thought to herself. With each day that passed she continued to practice the arcane spells she found in her books.



The following Evening....



Deep within the confines of her own mind the magic within started to stir. Her eyes shot open and and began to glow. She began to recite words of magical origin. She spoke in a monotone as if in a trance with each word spoken the air in the room seemed to drop a little. A vision began to form cloudy at first then as the scene began to form a clear picture formed deep within her subconscious. Supplies and broken bottles lay at the bottom of cliff. Off in the distance the strong smell of smoke was lingering in the air. She turned towards the smoke and with each step the image began to fade soon there was only a bright light. The image was gone.. Suddenly her voice fell silent as she dropped back into deep sleep.



The following morning....



Aulbrey sprang out of bed only to realize the smell of smoke was not real and that she was in no danger of burning alive at least not at this moment. Scratching her head she made her way over to her office and took a deep breath as she opened a old dusty book. I must protect the supplies she though to herself as she began to practice the spells in the book.