Dia

**Inspired by one who will remain nameless**

The Magician ~A rough thought by Dia~

Through the thicket of the dead woods, he plunged. Staff in hand and bloody dagger at his side, he knocked away dry tree branches as his heart raced. His hands shook as he cleared his thoughts to seek the void again...to guide him. But images of the violent path he crossed that day, sliced through his mind, disturbing his flow. He needed a clearing to meditate.

The sky was a black canvas just like the void he sought. A horned yellow moon sat above a brown hill and glinted on his dagger that hung from his belt. He looked behind him into the bleak woods to make sure he wasn't followed.

He could smell the blood that soaked into the bottom of his robes. He wiped his hands again.

"All truly wise thoughts have been thought already thousands of times; but to make them truly ours, we must think them over again honestly, till they take root in our personal experience." – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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