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Sylvia sat cross legged on the ground, picking at the grass, looking across the dying campfire at Malistaire. He sat eerily silent his back pressed against a large tree, brooding as he stared ambiently into the night sky. His features caught in the golden-red glow of the smoldering embers, in such a way that made him look near spectral, almost otherworldly.
On the ground sat a large leather pouch atop it four large fire shards, each almost the size and length of her hand. A fiery gold light flickered and danced within them, Sylvia and Malistaire gave a soft sigh.
They both knew what they signified, an end to a long journey. A journey neither of them had wanted to take initially, and especially not together. It had been one fraught with twists, turns, trials and tribulations. It had taken them over mountains and under them, through greatest joy and deepest sorrow, and now at the edge of the world it wanted to take them home again.
"So," Sylvia began, breaking the silence "What are you going to do when this is over?"
Malistaire looked up at her, "Honestly, I don't know. Perhaps I'll try my luck at becoming the champion of the grand arena."
"And after that? Now having fought several dragons, and lived to tell about it, I don't think you'll have much a problem accomplishing that."
"Then perhaps I'll brush up on my philosophy, write a book of poetry-"
Sylvia snorted, trying to stifle a laugh. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."
"It would take a small miracle, I know. In the meantime I might look into becoming a private necromancy tutor, or a dueling instructor." Sylvia feigned a shocked gasp; Malistaire shrugged, "It might be nice to pass on what I've learned and focus on something new."
"In that case, I think you'd make an excellent teacher."
"You actually think so?"
"You have the perfect resume for it. Who wouldn't want the greatest duelist in Dragonspyre Academy mentoring them in magic?"
Malistaire chuckled, rolling his eyes at the compliment, "I may be the best in the academy; but a great duelist never ceases learning and I have much to learn before I am remotely great."
"What about you? What are you going to do?"
"I'm not sure I know either, but I think I'm going to forgo my previous plans."
"You're not going to stay in the academy?"
Sylvia shook her head, "I don't think I'll be joining the army either."
Malistaire stared at her, his mouth agape; a look of genuine surprise on his face, "I must admit of all the people I know; you are the last person I imagined hearing this from."
"I know, I'm scaring myself too with this."
"Might I ask what brought you to this great epitome?"
"I don't know, but- you know how the academy is-"
Malistaire nodded, gesturing for her to continue.
"-They try to tell us who we are, where to go, and what to be and for the longest time I was content with that. I took pride in the knowledge of someone else's plans for my future. I felt security in the fact that all my dreams were the ones the academy had put into my head. But now, having been outside the academy for so long, having done all these seemingly impossible and crazy things- All I see is the dull existence someone else wants for me."
"I don't want to be that person anymore. I just can't see myself being happy like that. I don't want to live my life like a cog in a machine, I don't want to be told what to do, where to go, and who to be, because I know who I am-
There's so much more the world has to offer than what the academy would want for you, your brother, and myself even. There's an entire world out there, a Spiral's worth of them even! Who said we had to stay here?!"
"Where would you go then?" Malistaire mused, seeming truly curious.
"I don't know, but would it be selfish of me to want- crazy if I- what if I asked you-"
Sylvia's stammering led her to a profound silence. For the first time she could feel the walls, the one's she refused to admit existed. The ones she'd built at the behest of someone else to hide her heart; to shelter it from the world and all its tribulations. The walls, who's strict guidance she'd followed for ages, suddenly started to give way and strangely she wasn't afraid.
"Asked me what?" Malistaire said, having crossed the distance between them to sit in front of her.
The fire was now long out, leaving them alone in the starlight.
Slowly Sylvia spoke, "To be there with me?"