I stand on the the bridge connecting winterhold and the college. I stare directly down at the jagged rocks littering the delta below. "There he is! Grab him!" I hear swords unsheathing and foot steps getting closer. I look to my right to see the the winterhold guards coming toward me. They slow as they realize what I am about to. "Whoa there." Says one of the guards. "You don't need to do this." Says the other. I turn to them. "I'm tired of people getting hurt because of me." The Arch-mage emerges from the crowd that has now gathered to watch the scene play out. "This was not your fault,you did not kill her!" I look at him "you're wrong!" I shout. "My magic caused her to die!and now I have no reason to live." I propel myself off the edge.
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FanfictionMagic has destroyed my life. It has taken away every thing worth living for and now it has taken everything worth dying for.
