The man sits in his office stroking his beard. It is now honey colored streaked with gray. He looks out of his window and into the fields. Strange things have been happening around town lately. Things that in no universe should be possible.
In the north east of Solia, a thieving boy escaped the cops by running right through a solid brick wall. In the south a woman no older than forty started levitating in her sleep. Around the center of Atton, a young girl started appearing and disappearing in random places.
"It's time." The man said to no one. There was no one in his office and yet one knew what he meant and hear what he said. The man pressed a button on his desk. Through the speaker came a voice, "Yes, Lord Crosby?"
"Bring up the librarian from his cell, tell him I will be more likely to listen now, about his Spark nonsense."
"Yes Sir. Right away Sir. Is there anything else?" The voice from the speaker asked.
"Yes, bring the defenders up. Tell them to place a bounty on anyone's head who has a Spark. Also, please explain to them what a Spark is." The speaker went silent for a second, digesting this new information.
"Yes Sir, who would you like to see first?"
"The defenders. The other meeting could run a little..." Lord Crosby trailed off, and the voice at the other end of the speaker caught his drift.
"Yes Sir, the defenders have been notified and will be on their way up." What's the word he was looking for? Lord Crosby wondered to himself. The other meeting could run a little... A wicked smile crept up his lips. Deadly. That's the word. Lord Crosby was going to have a little chat with the Librarian. One that could spill blood.
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Spark
FantasyThe Spark lives inside of us, just for some, it burns brighter. But the Spark defines us. All of us. And if it is too bright, and too strong, you will be in danger. In Solia people with big Sparks are to be feared. And those feared, are already dead.
