when the sun goes down all the ghosts come out


Authors
Camy Tiyre
Published
2 years, 5 months ago
Updated
11 months, 4 days ago
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Chapter 1
Published 2 years, 5 months ago
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On the Night of the Blight Wrights, Pocus and Nigel meet and maybe learn a little bit about themselves.

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Nigel


He had tried to leave before it started to get dark.

Honestly, Nigel wasn't entirely sure why he'd come to Mead in the first place - no, that wasn't true. It wasn't true at all, just something he was telling himself so he didn't feel quite as stupid for being stuck on the road, at night, at this time of the year. He'd come to Mead because heard tales about their honey, and wondered if bees could flourish in the desert. He was sure they could be, had likely seen some for himself, but... could he become a beekeeper, be friends with a hive? Have people come out and visit him occasionally, rather than being completely alone aside from the hares that he told people were, well, pets, but he thought they just felt sorry for him?

Maybe! And mead sounded like an interesting thing, even if... well. He didn't like to drink. If his discipline dropped, the fungi would rush in and make it loud and murderous and annoying and just... ugh. No, please. He didn't want to hear those blank, hungry voices anymore. Because he was stronger, he didn't always hear them, but sometimes, sometimes... okay, frequently. It was hard to constantly remember to not listen to something, and his magic wasn't that strong anyways!

Sometimes they said things he'd never wanted to hear.

Anyways, the desert! Much better place to live, fewer people, few mushrooms, fewer thoughts of killing people and then feeding the mushrooms. All the best things. But he wasn't in the desert - he'd gotten distracted by all the noise, the sights and the sounds, even if his inner voices had been muted for the majority of the day. He'd come to taste, to sample, to learn. And he'd been dazzled, blinked his eyes, and it was suddenly night. The townspeople laughed to themselves, that self-conscious chuckle of "I'm laughing because I feel awkward but I don't want to invite you in because you might ruin my luck." They warned him that the blights might come out this night, and that it was, as a mage, his "duty" to destroy them. But.... his magic didn't work that way. He just heard hungry barely-mobile almost-creatures. And he didn't want to cause death, even if the other creatures were considered "monsters." If he did, it would have made dealing with his magic so much easier.

So here he was, walking the road from Mead and back towards the desert, at night, like some stupid person.