((3 points. One gone for being late. Totally lost track cuz’ of the story, sorry all!))
Nobody around? Good.
Things have taken a turn for the worse. I wish I had good news to report. Ramira and I are on the run. Remember how I thought that bringing her back would be all that it would take to unite the last of the Orders? I said that because the Guardians of the Veil were waiting for this Messiah figure called the Hieromagnus. I thought that the power needed to pull someone back from the abyss would be enough to prove that was who I was, and unite them under the banner of the Diamond Nation.
Turns out I was right sorta. They did unite with us, but their plan was not to join as equals. Apparently there had been some huge political wheels spinning for a while now to get rid of me, their doing of course. I've never been very good at the political game, and the fact of the matter is I'm much too trusting of people. Rather than viewing Ramira as evidence of what I thought it was, they look at me as... an Antichrist figure, who wields knowledge that should never, ever be wielded by anyone other than an Oracle. The fact that knowledge was given by one of the Oracles seems to have been lost. Fortunately I had made enough friends in the Orders that I was warned of what was about to happen, and I fled with Ramira before they could finish their plans for me. The Veil now sits chief on the Diamond Council in my place, and they have a bounty on my head.
Ramira and I are safe in PLACE right now, I'm sorry I can't say more. Sorry Lizzie. I wish we could be together, but you don't want to be with me right now. Staying alive has become a full time job. Damn those small-minded Guardians! I was studying the magic that brought Ramira back. I think I’ll be able to reverse~engineer the spell in time to purify those that the void has corrupted! But there's no time for such complicated spellwork when I’m one of the world's most wanted.
There is one bright star. It seems the Master's magic has made me untargetable by sympathetic magic. Otherwise I would‘ve died of a thousand heart attacks. Ramira's even better off than me. Magic: targeted on her unravels in paradox, no matter what it is. I’m glad I learned that trying to heal some of her cuts, instead of with more complicated spells. That could have ended /very/ badly.
She can still /use/ magic, so long as she's not the target. This is good, considering the number of portals and trips across the shadow we have made in the last month. Lizzie, Ramira knows my secret. I know I said I wouldn't tell anyone else, but it's easier to travel this way, so that nobody can recognize me. English skills notwithstanding.
Mages as a whole do not seem to harbor the same feelings for me that the Veil does. I have received much help from members of the Free Council and the Arrow. I am not appraised of the situation higher up the political ladder, but it seems my Diamond Nation is on the verge of collapse. The Veil and the Mysterium and the Ladder seem to be in one camp, and the Free Council, Arrow, and Seers on the other. Thank god for the seers, or Ramira and I would be dead already. Whatever hatred they have for me, they hate her a hundred times more. Her power seems to be paradox itself. It frightens me, and it frightens her. But her mind and soul are intact. I fear what she will be capable of once she masters her own powers.
No time to write more, sorry everybody. I hope things are going better for all of you than for me. Some positive developments with Darrel, so that's good. Keep the faith everyone. When I’m not running for my life, perhaps I will attempt to get together with you.
-Christian
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