Lunacy

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The moon was brighter than usual and it radiated an energy I could recognize. Some people of this world would scoff at the idea, declaring it foolish superstition, fit only for tales to scare children into behaving. Others believed and tried to practice it using whatever they could piece together from the aforementioned tales as reference. Tried being the key word, for I have never sensed a drop of magic in this world ever since my exile began, though whether the magic faded away or was never present to begin with I cannot say.

Outside my balcony I tried to draw some power in. Intoxicated by the familiar feeling, I forgot to subdue myself, and made the ashtray float. I corrected that outburst quickly, so I would not attract any undue attention. I then continued to bask in the energy of the moonlight, weaving plans for the future in my mind.

When morning came I could draw no more energy. Seems like the sun did not incur the same alterations. Still better than nothing, I tell myself as I set out into this changed world.

I ran into a colleague from work, running some sort of errand for their boss. "You're not clocking in?" they asked.

Of course not. What would have been the point? "I just had an... overnight realization," I told them, "that I wanted to do something else, so I quit."

I did not want to bring magic into discussion; that person was a bit of a skeptic when it came to these things. Which served to surprise me when they asked: "Do you feel it too?"

I found it ironic that this particular colleague awakened. They would often clash with another coworker, who believed any and all religious and spiritual nonsense. If that one were to awake and feel the magic as well, they would surely gloat.

"What do you feel? Are you talking about the moon last night?" I asked.

"No, I'm feeling something now. Something ominous. A sense of dread. Like everything has changed. And I'm constantly feeling pressed by the light of the sun. It almost made me quit my job too, but that would have been stupid. However, if other people are feeling it too, maybe that..."

My hand pressed on their chest. Using the power I harnessed from the moon last night, I shoved my hand through. Their words ceased to come out as I extracted their energy core, just where I expected to find it. Although not fully formed, I would still be able to absorb and refine it, allowing me to use the power of the sun as well as the moon.

Ignoring the lifeless body collapsing in front of me, I step further into this new world of possibilities. Perhaps one day I will be able to return to my home realm and show my jailers the extent of their mistakes.