Both dreams 2016/12/4 by Wayan
1: My Soul Restored
When I was very young, shadowy protectors put a spell on me. They swapped out a piece of my soul for a shard of a tree's soul--the soul of a huge old coast redwood.
There were clear costs. My unmodified soul was busy, informal, thriving on risk, improvisation, adventure... in a word, active. Typical mammal! But now for decades I haven't been. Because I wasn't fully me. Part tree.
Being not-quite-myself had side benefits. Calmed me, gave me a long view of time--too long for my physical body, really. But I seem young for my age; did that redwood splinter slow my aging a bit?
I wonder how the poor redwood felt--being, for a few decades out of eons, part mammal. Chafing at its own roots?
Neither longevity nor calm was the purpose. It was to make me unrecognizable to magical predators hunting those like me with a certain kind of aura, marking formidable magical talent. Killing us before we get too strong.
It's all over now. About two months ago, in early September, the spell was rescinded. Whoever stuck that piece of redwood in me quietly swapped the shards back--restored my full soul. My protectors thought I was ready, I guess.
Adjustment's been gradual. So far, I've only noticed I'm stronger, bounce back from stress faster. It'll take time to fully use that new strength and speed; a lifetime of slow vegetable caution isn't easily unlearned.
Also, the side benefits of being part redwood (and just plain peculiarities) will gradually wear off now. And I've only known life as tree-me, see that as me. Expect disorientation! I'm not who I think I am. I need to hurry up and learn to be a whole-hearted mammal again.
If not a typical mammal. I'm magically strong, so I may unknowingly manifest weird stuff if I don't acknowledge & control my new powers.
And now I may be visible to magical predators. Though, having grown up safe, I may be able to fight off all but the biggest. My mysterious guardians clearly thought so.
Big enough to stand on my own. Without bark support.
Notes in the Morning
2: Red Robe of Initiation
I bike downtown to an event in an alley jammed with students--the crowd's so dense I gotta walk the bike. Spot my sister Miriel, ahead of me. The alley dead-ends; we line up in double file, waiting to get into... a school for magic?
Girls sing around me. So many attractive ones... though I feel shy and just look. Well, and sing. Love the music. But I WOULD like a girlfriend...
An initiate in their distinctive red robe walks up. We're well back in line, so we expected to wait an hour more. I'm shocked when the guy plows straight to me and drags me through the crowd to the Portal. Sure, I'm academically qualified, I was a top student in our magic classes, but still... I thought I'd have more time just singing. Wait, am I regretting graduation?
Too late now! They lead me through the Door, and present me with my own Red Robe. Time to start training as an adept. Not a musician. Magician.
Notes in the Morning
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