“Change comes whether you want it to or not.”
so Nolo said; Sarn believed him, he wished
he knew what to do. His stomach in knots,
he watched the day fade; in his heart he fished
for answers, found none. He had a magic
he couldn’t control and it had lots of triggers;
most he couldn’t guess. His life was so tragic
and he hated it. One day, he figures
that power will kill him. Every seven years
it will spike, increase his ability.
His son, Ran, approached holding his stuffed bear,
reminding him of life’s fragility.
The boy had inherited the same fate–
every seven years, a magic update.
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