Istredd finds himself in the middle of an apartment torn to shreds, the cracks of the mirror world on the walls that slowly become solid blocks of brick and mortar. It is deathly still and quiet, but for the shuffling of two children under a bed behind him. The boy speaks but his words are warbled, like they're far-off, dream-like noises never to be discerned; he doesn't even seem to notice the sorcerer that stands there in the middle of the room.
βbut, the girl? The girl sees him, makes eye contact.
Are you here to help us?
Comes a familiar voice, though it is the little girl's.
It seems that he and Wanda are in the same plane at last, but not with her completelyβwith the scared child that she feels at times, left vulnerable and confused amidst a world that is falling apart.
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Istredd finds himself in the middle of an apartment torn to shreds, the cracks of the mirror world on the walls that slowly become solid blocks of brick and mortar. It is deathly still and quiet, but for the shuffling of two children under a bed behind him. The boy speaks but his words are warbled, like they're far-off, dream-like noises never to be discerned; he doesn't even seem to notice the sorcerer that stands there in the middle of the room.
βbut, the girl? The girl sees him, makes eye contact.
Comes a familiar voice, though it is the little girl's.
It seems that he and Wanda are in the same plane at last, but not with her completelyβwith the scared child that she feels at times, left vulnerable and confused amidst a world that is falling apart.