The Years Alone

Today was difficult...

Third seed, fifteenth day
I was interviewed for a job a few days ago and I got it! It was quite a nerve racking process, I won't lie, but very invigorating. I applied to a library. It's such a calming environment for me, and I think the voltians who work there were glad to have me and my inhuman strength. Yes, while the magic sever took my elemental powers, I still retained my base powers. How fortunate. Although they tend to "go on the fritz" a lot, so I don't use them unless I'm well rested and level headed.
That seemed to be the only good thing that happened today. The rest of the day was miserable...
I missed the bus home from work. It's that big wheeled platform with walls that moves. I drew you a pictured of it, remember? They only show up in specific intervals at specific platforms. I had to wait a while before the next one showed up. It really made me miss my wings...
And of course it started to rain while I was waiting. I forgot an umbrella, but only because I wasn't aware it was going to rain. I have no control over it like I once did... that's even more frustrating. It was cold and uncomfortable, my shoes got sopping wet and I only have one pair. The worst part is that I actually tried to stop it. I reached my arm up and performed the motion, but of course, nothing happened. I can't believe that for a moment, I forgot everything that happened in the last three months...
The war, the cutting of Cyelavenusa, everything... It made me feel weak for the first time in two moths. Truly weak. I was getting better, getting past the fact that I am less than what I was magic-wise, but that I could still grow in the knowledge of Nuvolta. But now I want it all back. I just want to go home. To see you and our son again. Please.
Farewell