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The wind howled over the twin peaks of Jade Mountain, the rapidly darkening clouds whisking themselves into abstract shapes and patterns. The sky seemed to boil, a churning gray wall of lashing rain interrupted by bright flashes of light. Thunder shook the mountain, drowning out the gentle snoring of the dragons scattered throughout the winglet cave. Only one was awake, but it wasn’t unusual for her. After all, she was a NightWing. It was too stormy for a night flight tonight. But something else was keeping her awake. Something deeper, something that twisted her insides, one that sent butterflies fluttering through the pit of her stomach. Not the cute, soft kind, but the tiny, aggressive type with razor sharp wings. She stared up at the ceiling, her eyes swimming with thought. The stars on her wings flickered anxiously. The memory of that night, the feeling of her friends’ talons in her own. The electricity tingling up her arms. The look of shock and betrayal in their eyes as they glazed over, the NightWing’s magic wiping their memories and sending them back to the library.
  She could have fixed the problem in so many other ways, ways in which no one got hurt. But no, she’d stopped thinking. In that way, Wish felt she was as bad as Darkstalker. She had abused her power and hurt her friends. She had thought about turning back time and avoiding the incident altogether, but there were too many things that could go wrong, too many risks. I don’t want to cheat the universe as if it were my plaything. I am not Darkstalker. She let out a deep sigh, rolling onto her side and absentmindedly running her necklace through her talons. She closed her eyes, begging for sleep to come to her, but it simply made her heart beat faster.

  It was at that moment that an idea began to take root in her mind. I could run away. She tried to push it away, but the idea only pulled on her harder. As quietly as she could, the petite NightWing began packing her things. She tossed her things into her bag, which she flung over her shoulder. She wrapped herself in a cloak and silently vanished into the hall. Her talons carried her down the dark corridor, the lashing rain visible through a wide opening ahead. She was nearly there, speeding up for the takeoff, when suddenly every muscle in her body went rigid. “Ah!-“ she grit her teeth, keeling over as agony spread through her veins. A vision? she thought in shock. Her moonborn power had been relatively silent since she came to the academy.
The vision took full hold, tearing her from the halls of Jade Mountain and into a possible future. First, she saw herself, fleeing from the academy. She saw herself taking to the air, vanishing into the rain. The scenery changed to that of her friends, all looking heartbroken as they found her empty place in the winglet cave. “I guess she never liked us after all...” The scene changed one final time, settling on not a sight, but a sound. It was a whisper so soft Wish wasn't sure she even heard it. "I forgive you."
Wish snapped back to reality, tumbling to the floor in a dark, scaly heap. Gasping for air, the NightWing wiped the tears from her face and sat up, back slumped. She took a shaky breath, choking back a sob. I can’t leave... This is my home. My friends. My family. I can't run away from everything. She pulled herself to her feet, wobbly at first, and turned around. She got back to her winglet cave and replaced her items.
But right as she was getting into bed, her tail knocked a small wooden box off of a shelf, which clattered to the floor. Its contents were few, but they did spill onto the stone floor. A ball of twine rolled a little loop on the floor, rolling in a circle until bumping into the box again. It was then that an idea revealed itself to Wish.

A few hours later, the NightWing emerged unseen from the library. Clutched in her talons was a scroll case and a small satin pouch. She scurried down the hall, passing her own winglet to find another. There. The Lapis Lazuli winglet entrance appeared on her right, and she entered as silently as she could manage. She placed the scroll on a shelf next to a hulking, snoring SeaWing. The label on the front was very clear:

      "Kraken and Mojave"
"(For your eyes only)”

  Wish vanished into the darkness, retreating to her own bed. For the first time in a long time, Lostwish slept well that night.

Foreword: Please read this in a secure place where you’re absolutely sure you are alone. Make sure both of you are present at the time it is read.

Right, let’s get down to business.

I’ve lied to you. You’ve noticed it, I’m sure, but whether you put two and two together is anyone’s guess. I’ve been avoiding you for a reason. All the times I’ve avoided you, ditched gatherings, or deflected invites to hang out, I’ve done it because I made a terrible mistake. A terrible, selfish mistake.

The truth is, I’m an animus. As you’re reading this, you’re beginning to remember that. No doubt you’re wondering why you ever forgot in the first place. I’ve enchanted this letter to return your memories. The memories I took from you.

It hadn’t been long since I discovered this fact when the bull incident happened. It was a close call. But when the bag incident in the library occurred, I panicked. I did the only thing I could think of at the time, and I wiped your memories of my magic. I had no right to do that. I messed with something that should never be touched or manipulated. At that moment, I was no better than Darkstalker.

Please accept my sincere apology for the wrongs I performed.

Animus magic is meant to be used for good, not selfish acts. As a token of my sincere apology, please take these bracelets. As of you reading this, they are simply two pieces of twine, each about long enough to be tied around the wrist. But they are anything but that. They are enchanted to, once tied on, take whatever bracelet's appearance the wearer wishes. But that's not the point of these. They are also enchanted to allow you, the wearers, to be able to share a dream state, where you can speak and interact privately whenever you wish. Simply settle into a comfortable sleeping position and focus all your intent on entering the dream state. It's as simple as that.

If you ever need me for something, anything, you may summon me into the dream state by speaking the following: "Lostwish, I summon you to enter this dream state." I have no way to enter, or intrude, on your conversation in any other way than this.

No more secrets. No more hiding. What I did was wrong. Unforgivable. I understand if you don't accept my apology. If you don't want my magic, please give it to someone who will use it. I hope what I've done hasn't cost me my friends.

-Lostwish.

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The wind howled over the twin peaks of Jade Mountain, the rapidly darkening clouds whisking themselves into abstract shapes and patterns. The sky seemed to boil, a churning gray wall of lashing rain interrupted by bright flashes of light. Thunder shook the mountain, drowning out the gentle snoring of the dragons scattered throughout the winglet cave. Only one was awake, but it wasn’t unusual for her. After all, she was a NightWing. It was too stormy for a night flight tonight. But something else was keeping her awake. Something deeper, something that twisted her insides, one that sent butterflies fluttering through the pit of her stomach. Not the cute, soft kind, but the tiny, aggressive type with razor sharp wings. She stared up at the ceiling, her eyes swimming with thought. The stars on her wings flickered anxiously. The memory of that night, the feeling of her friends’ talons in her own. The electricity tingling up her arms. The look of shock and betrayal in their eyes as they glazed over, the NightWing’s magic wiping their memories and sending them back to the library.
  She could have fixed the problem in so many other ways, ways in which no one got hurt. But no, she’d stopped thinking. In that way, Wish felt she was as bad as Darkstalker. She had abused her power and hurt her friends. She had thought about turning back time and avoiding the incident altogether, but there were too many things that could go wrong, too many risks. I don’t want to cheat the universe as if it were my plaything. I am not Darkstalker. She let out a deep sigh, rolling onto her side and absentmindedly running her necklace through her talons. She closed her eyes, begging for sleep to come to her, but it simply made her heart beat faster.

  It was at that moment that an idea began to take root in her mind. I could run away. She tried to push it away, but the idea only pulled on her harder. As quietly as she could, the petite NightWing began packing her things. She tossed her things into her bag, which she flung over her shoulder. She wrapped herself in a cloak and silently vanished into the hall. Her talons carried her down the dark corridor, the lashing rain visible through a wide opening ahead. She was nearly there, speeding up for the takeoff, when suddenly every muscle in her body went rigid. “Ah!-“ she grit her teeth, keeling over as agony spread through her veins. A vision? she thought in shock. Her moonborn power had been relatively silent since she came to the academy.
The vision took full hold, tearing her from the halls of Jade Mountain and into a possible future. First, she saw herself, fleeing from the academy. She saw herself taking to the air, vanishing into the rain. The scenery changed to that of her friends, all looking heartbroken as they found her empty place in the winglet cave. “I guess she never liked us after all...” The scene changed one final time, settling on not a sight, but a sound. It was a whisper so soft Wish wasn't sure she even heard it. "I forgive you."
Wish snapped back to reality, tumbling to the floor in a dark, scaly heap. Gasping for air, the NightWing wiped the tears from her face and sat up, back slumped. She took a shaky breath, choking back a sob. I can’t leave... This is my home. My friends. My family. I can't run away from everything. She pulled herself to her feet, wobbly at first, and turned around. She got back to her winglet cave and replaced her items.
But right as she was getting into bed, her tail knocked a small wooden box off of a shelf, which clattered to the floor. Its contents were few, but they did spill onto the stone floor. A ball of twine rolled a little loop on the floor, rolling in a circle until bumping into the box again. It was then that an idea revealed itself to Wish.

A few hours later, the NightWing emerged unseen from the library. Clutched in her talons was a scroll case and a small satin pouch. She scurried down the hall, passing her own winglet to find another. There. The Lapis Lazuli winglet entrance appeared on her right, and she entered as silently as she could manage. She placed the scroll on a shelf next to a hulking, snoring SeaWing. The label on the front was very clear:

      "Kraken and Mojave"
"(For your eyes only)”

  Wish vanished into the darkness, retreating to her own bed. For the first time in a long time, Lostwish slept well that night.

Foreword: Please read this in a secure place where you’re absolutely sure you are alone. Make sure both of you are present at the time it is read.

Right, let’s get down to business.

I’ve lied to you. You’ve noticed it, I’m sure, but whether you put two and two together is anyone’s guess. I’ve been avoiding you for a reason. All the times I’ve avoided you, ditched gatherings, or deflected invites to hang out, I’ve done it because I made a terrible mistake. A terrible, selfish mistake.

The truth is, I’m an animus. As you’re reading this, you’re beginning to remember that. No doubt you’re wondering why you ever forgot in the first place. I’ve enchanted this letter to return your memories. The memories I took from you.

It hadn’t been long since I discovered this fact when the bull incident happened. It was a close call. But when the bag incident in the library occurred, I panicked. I did the only thing I could think of at the time, and I wiped your memories of my magic. I had no right to do that. I messed with something that should never be touched or manipulated. At that moment, I was no better than Darkstalker.

Please accept my sincere apology for the wrongs I performed.

Animus magic is meant to be used for good, not selfish acts. As a token of my sincere apology, please take these bracelets. As of you reading this, they are simply two pieces of twine, each about long enough to be tied around the wrist. But they are anything but that. They are enchanted to, once tied on, take whatever bracelet's appearance the wearer wishes. But that's not the point of these. They are also enchanted to allow you, the wearers, to be able to share a dream state, where you can speak and interact privately whenever you wish. Simply settle into a comfortable sleeping position and focus all your intent on entering the dream state. It's as simple as that.

If you ever need me for something, anything, you may summon me into the dream state by speaking the following: "Lostwish, I summon you to enter this dream state." I have no way to enter, or intrude, on your conversation in any other way than this.

No more secrets. No more hiding. What I did was wrong. Unforgivable. I understand if you don't accept my apology. If you don't want my magic, please give it to someone who will use it. I hope what I've done hasn't cost me my friends.

-Lostwish.