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[size=2]I suck my cheeks in, groaning. The sky seems to pull itself away from me, ripping my soul to shreds and reassembling it in an awful, twisted way. My wings are fluttering apart, and my chest feels like there is a black hole inside, collapsing on itself and pushing away at the same time. It's ripping away at my essence...

[i]This is the consequence of magic[/i], they'd said. [i]Never try to embrace it, it will destroy you.[/i]

I regret it now. It hurts me. I just want it to stop. Nothing could be worth this kind of pain, nothing. Why was I so foolish? How could I ever imagine magic as a part of me?

The sky is turning a bright white--or is that just me? In fact, everything around me is turning white, fading away, brightening, dulling, everything at once. It's fire tearing inside my heart, ice freezing on my skin. I can feel the burning sun on my forehead, I can feel the centuries of time tearing at my skull. I can't breathe--it's suffocating. The black hole in my chest has burst, shattering my frail body.

I can't feel myself--I can't see--It's too bright--

[i]What's happening to me?[/i][/size]
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[size=2]Born to an enchantress, Agathe always believed in magic. She searched for it, longed to feel the touch of power on her clawtips, to truly [i]feel[/i]. She wasn't complete without the knowledge of magic, and never would be.

But every witch, warlock, and wizard denied her as an apprentice. Agathe would not be accepted for who she was, and thus could never learn magic.

That didn't stop her, though.

Agathe searched for an answer. She read through the oldest scripts, those that were yellowed and faded from time, in the darkest corners of the clan library. In the light of a single, flickering candle, at midnight Agathe would still be reading--looking for the secret.

It must have been cleverly buried away by centuries of magical beings, for she could not find a single document that held the answer she sought. Not one text had [i]exactly[/i] the real thing--Agathe couldn't find it, not through the years and years she'd spent searching for the key to magic--the thing she wanted most, with all of her heart.

[i]I am at the lock, all I need is the key,[/i] she reasoned. [i]I will find it and open my heart into the land of magic.[/i]

This knowledge she sought out for so long that it began to drive her mad.[/size][/columns]

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[columns][size=2]Agathe was born under a curse unknown to her. Out of spite, the selfish witch Florence, who had long been in an everlasting conflict with Agathe's mother, cursed the first egg--the only one that survived the batch.

Florence, from the corners of a dark and tangled woodland, hated Agathe's mother so dearly that she was more than happy to bring pain and suffering upon her nemesis' surviving child. It was a simple, clever trick: She would fall in love with a horrible monster, one that could never love her back.

This curse could never be broken.
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[nextcol][size=2]Agathe spent her time searching. Driven mad by the frustration, the constant search, she began to take trips away from the clan, crazed and furious. Her eyes seemed to always be unfocused, and she began to leave more and more frequently, for longer periods of time.

One day she left, flying into the air with crazed energy.

And that was the last her clan ever saw of her. She never came back.[/columns]

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[columns][size=2]Far away, with a heavy, broken heart, Paradox the Emperor sat beside the roaring waterfall, over a cliff, watching the sunrise. His brothers were sleeping, but he had woken earlier.

Well, he liked to say that he was the Emperor. But really, he was only the center head, who controlled the body most of the time.

Paradox was lucky. He was part of a fallen beast with only three heads. He had heard stories of legendary creatures, massive in size, with eleven colossal heads, each one home to a pair of snapping, nasty jaws.

He and his brothers, Atlas and Carbon, made up a rather timid Emperor. Before, Paradox had another brother: Hyperion. He was the odd one, who inherited his bright, sunny appearance from their mother, Tyche. But he managed to rise to the top, and was the leader of the four brothers. He was the one who kept them together when times were tough.

However, when the war came, Paradox, Atlas, Carbon, and Hyperion were all called out to duty. The unfortunate Hyperion died fighting earlier than all else, attacked and killed. As Paradox gazed at the bodies on the battlefield, upon seeing his brother lying in a pool of blood, his rage erupted. All three remaining brothers sought out the enemy, fought until they could not fight anymore--fought until they were destroyed.

Their death was a sensitive subject, and Paradox didn't like talking about it. Nor did Atlas or Carbon. Especially losing Hyperion--the three brothers had died together, and their bodies had fused to an Emperor. They did not know what had happened to Hyperion's body.

But now that Hyperion was gone, Paradox, the second eldest, was now in charge. He didn't like being a leader, all that responsibility on his shoulders, knowing that he was replacing Hyperion--although Hyperion was [i]Hyperion.[/i] He couldn't ever be replaced, he was unique, he was special, he was the odd one. The one that Mother was proud of most.
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[nextcol][size=2]Atlas turned his head over, hissing softly. Another bad dream. Why did it have to be dreams again? Dreams, always, ever since Hyperion had died. Awful, nightmarish, dreams, that haunted him for days and days.

He closed his eyes, trying to let go of the dream. [i]It was just a dream.[/i] Just a dream.

But he couldn't stop the memories, flooding him until they destroyed him. Every waking moment he spent thinking of Hyperion. Atlas remembered everything clearly, everything, down to every last detail.

The blood stained on his brother's tattered wings, the scratches, the mark of several runes slashed by a mage. Hyperion's glazed eyes, white and motionless, looking at the sky but not seeing it.

And before he could stop it, Atlas was entering another flashback. He felt dizzy and the world spun around him--Carbon's sleeping head, Paradox staring at the sunrise--and his eyes snapped shut, slipping him into another world. Another world where he had to witness his brother's death once more, seeing everything as it had been then, as if he was really there.

As if he had traveled through time again to feel the tragic experience, but to never be able to change anything, to suffer, suffer through all his regret.[/columns]

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[columns][size=2]Carbon was always the outcast. The one that fit in too well, but stood out enough for others to call him out. The whispers in his head--they weren't [i]real[/i], they were ghosts of the things he'd endured before. Before... the war.

The war.

Hyperion.

Carbon tried not to scream in frustration, through all his pain and fury. Why did it have to be [i]him[/i] who had to be the outcast, the youngest one, and the one who nobody cared about. Why did it have to be Hyperion? Why not another dragon out on the battlefield... Why?

Why did fate have to bring this kind of suffering upon the three brothers?

Carbon closed his eyes again, wishing that everything he'd experienced since the war was a dream. Wishing that he'd wake up again, once more, with Hyperion at his side, before they were called out to war. Where he could make a difference.

But fate never gives anybody a second chance. Not even those who plead and beg all their lives, not even those who are in pain and suffering. Carbon couldn't let go--he knew Paradox and Atlas couldn't, either. The pain was sometimes too much to bear, and sometimes he wished he could just jump off the nearest waterfall--but he couldn't do that, not for his brothers, who were literally attached to him.

But always had to be him. Tears slid down Carbon's cheek, and he didn't bother to wipe them.
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[nextcol][size=2]When Agathe flew away from her clan, she knew that she'd leave for good. She wasn't thinking straight--and didn't know the consequences of what would happen. She didn't know of her curse, and she didn't--wouldn't have ever imagined--that her life was about to take a turn that could never be reversed.

No matter how much she begged fate.

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[size=2]As Agathe flew, her anger, frustration, and pain grew. Grew until she couldn't hold it inside her anymore. And Agathe didn't stop for food or rest, she just flew. Flew away, to nowhere in particular.

She was caught off guard when a flock of harpies interrupted her flight. They were scouting the land, and not at all pleased when they sighted a dragon on their territory. Agathe was attacked from all directions by the furious, vicious harpies, and fled, afraid for her life, the harpies close behind.

She continued to fly. And fly. And fly. Agathe knew she'd lost the harpies, but she was tired, battered, starved, and thirsty. When she spotted a temple in the distance, she decided that it was worth a try. Perhaps there'd be someone in there who could help her.

Unfortunately for her, Agathe's tattered wings failed her just before landing, and she crashed onto a greenhouse. She landed in a nest of plants, and looked up into the face of a dragon who did not look at all happy to see her. Her face looked remarkably like the harpies'.

It turned out that this was a temple to the Gladekeeper, and the dragons here didn't like how they ruined one of their prized greenhouses, full of rare and exotic plants that she probably killed.

The dragons there shooed her out, without any sign of friendship on their faces.

Tired and annoyed, Agathe wandered on foot from there until she came to a waterfall, where three dragons were resting.

As she got closer, she noticed that there weren't three dragons, there was only one body lying on the cliff. But why did she see three heads?

Agathe blamed it on the waterfall's mist clouding her eyes, or maybe she was going delirious. Nothing but an Emperor. Surely not. But Agathe came closer still, and realized that it was true--there was an Emperor with three heads.

Frightened and panicked, Agathe turned and fled. Unfortunately, the Emperor heard her footsteps, and the three heads snapped up in unison. Upon seeing the young dragon scrambling up the cliff face in an effort to hastily get away, they nodded to each other--this dragon obviously wouldn't survive that cliff, many had tried before and failed.

She didn't look like an enemy, so the Emperor flew over, plucked Agathe's twitching body from the rock, and flew back to its perch.

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[size=2]Paradox blew a little bit of steam from his snout. He hated how dragons were afraid of him--and Atlas and Carbon, of course--it just got them into trouble. And now he was saving this dragon's life. Climbing the cliff face was something very dangerous and daring, and none had ever made it. And anyway, she had [i]wings[/i], but upon closer inspection, Paradox noticed that they were torn and battered, as well as the dragon herself.

But he didn't worry about that, and instead focused on getting her to safety. Foolish dragon. Never climb the cliff face without a pair of wings for backup--in fact, for safety purposes, never attempt to climb the cliff face.

Atlas grunted as the dragon let out a terrified shriek. He swung her up in their talons until she was close to his face, and hissed, "Quiet, you'll make others think we're kidnapping you." Judging from her expression, the dragon obviously believed that that was exactly what they [i]were[/i] doing, so Paradox murmured in her ears,

"We're trying to help you. Shush." And without further conversation, he clamped a talon over her mouth, muffling another scream. Clearly she thought that there couldn't possibly be a way where they were doing [i]that[/i] particular thing.

As they flew toward the rock ledge where they were before, the dragon managed to let out another alarming shriek. Carbon huffed, blowing steam, and growled, "[i]Shut up, or you'll get us all into trouble![/i]"

This must have been a good enough warning, for she hung limp, silently, for the rest of the way.

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[size=2]True to Florence's curse, Agathe soon fell in love with Paradox. She suddenly longed for him to be at her side, always, but she couldn't understand why. Why had she fallen for an Emperor, a monster?

Soon after explaining to the Emperor why she looked beaten up, Agathe collapsed. She had only been able to stay conscious until now, but she'd been weakened by the harpies. Paradox was the one who mostly nursed her back to health, strengthening the curse even more.

But soon Agathe realized that he'd never love her, never notice her as more than a friend. She stayed with the three brothers for a while, but they only saw her as a friend. And Agathe hopelessly wanted Paradox.

Her mental state already wasn't very stable, and as time went on, the young dragon fell deeper and deeper into despair. Her desperate longing for the Emperor went a little too far, and one day, Agathe journeyed out to seek a mysterious oracle, asking for guidance.[/size]

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[size=2]After weeks of long walking, flying, and near starvation, Agathe reached the oracle's lair. It was in a dark cave, but that didn't worry her. What worried her was the fact that it was rumored that the oracle lived in the heart of the caves--but could only be reached by braving a series of tunnels that she could easily be lost in forever.

But when Agathe wanted something, nothing stood in her way. She cleverly tied the longest rope she could find at a stake she'd planted at the dark entrance. With the rope around her waist, she could always follow it back to where she'd started--back to safety.

Soon enough, Agathe ran out of rope. She untied it and laid it down, but Agathe wouldn't stop there. Picking up the sharpest rock she could find (or, it may have been a bone from one of those that died in the tunnels), she scratched a mark in the rock: an arrow pointing to the next tunnel.

Agathe continued to carve markings until she stumbled into the heart of the caves. Sure enough, before her, was the oracle, under a white veil, facing the wall.

Agathe approached her, uncertainly.

"[b]Agathe.[/b]" the oracle rasped, without turning. "[b]Lover of Paradox. Daughter of Augustus XI. Seeker of magic.[/b]"

"[b]I have been waiting for you.[/b]"

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[size=2]The oracle told Agathe of her curse, and that she could only free herself with magic. Upon being questioned [i]where[/i] exactly she'd find this magic, the oracle asked Agathe if she would still search for magic despite the pain it'd bring upon her.

Passionately, Agathe agreed and the oracle began the ritual.

It cost her so much pain that she almost wanted to stop. Then she remembered what she'd promised, and gritted her teeth for the rest of the ritual, although in agony.[/columns]

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[size=2]Now, Agathe is free from her curse. She still sees Paradox as a good friend, as well as his brothers. She's never regretted her decision to embrace the magic, even though it blinded her, cost her so much suffering, Agathe took the magic within her, as part of her.

After everything that happened, she took up experimenting with potions, herbs, and other wild sorts of magic, and was known as a witch. Some were frightened of her, others admired Agathe for her creative spells.

Sometimes she sits by the cave entrance and dreams of the oracle, and how she helped her. Agathe was never allowed back again, as the oracle told her that she couldn't return. That was her one chance, but Agathe never needed another one.

Because she was finally free, and would never forget what she had sacrificed for that.[/size]







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