The push and pull of life and death, of matter and energy.
This island hums with it.
A wellspring of mana, according to Chandra.
But everywhere else, any amount of existence is an automatic tug of war. Can you really go through life without stepping on toes or breaking some?
My Pops... was the best, eh? He was huge. Five times my size. But he was gentle. He was always precise. He taught me how to play chess, and always defeated me of course. Brilliant man, really.
He understood that even the tiniest earthquake can cause huge ripples hundreds of miles away. That was his power; earthquakes and tsunamis. But he was always careful with it.
He taught me a lot about who I don't have to fight all the time. That sometimes a weak foe should be left to live, left free, so that if they learn and come back, they can still teach you something worth knowing.
Still... is that what killed him? Blackbeard broke into the world's worst prison where our oldest enemies were and broke them out to get their help in killing him. He couldn't do it alone.
But I think if Pops had been as destructive as I like to be, we would have had to fight even more than we already did. Even on his last day, he convinced an idiot who wanted his head to help us with the marines instead.
That kind of tug of war... I don't know, eh. How do you decide which flowers live and die? Which grow and carry on?
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It's tricky, yoi.
The push and pull of life and death, of matter and energy.
This island hums with it.
A wellspring of mana, according to Chandra.
But everywhere else, any amount of existence is an automatic tug of war. Can you really go through life without stepping on toes or breaking some?
My Pops... was the best, eh? He was huge. Five times my size. But he was gentle. He was always precise. He taught me how to play chess, and always defeated me of course. Brilliant man, really.
He understood that even the tiniest earthquake can cause huge ripples hundreds of miles away. That was his power; earthquakes and tsunamis. But he was always careful with it.
He taught me a lot about who I don't have to fight all the time. That sometimes a weak foe should be left to live, left free, so that if they learn and come back, they can still teach you something worth knowing.
Still... is that what killed him? Blackbeard broke into the world's worst prison where our oldest enemies were and broke them out to get their help in killing him. He couldn't do it alone.
But I think if Pops had been as destructive as I like to be, we would have had to fight even more than we already did. Even on his last day, he convinced an idiot who wanted his head to help us with the marines instead.
That kind of tug of war... I don't know, eh. How do you decide which flowers live and die? Which grow and carry on?