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[right][sub][i][color=C789B1]April 14
13 Morningdove Lane - 12:05am[/color][/i][/sub][/right]
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Belladonna felt a bit wispy when she snapped out of her vision. She hated when it came on so suddenly. It always felt so real, so visceral. Ever since she first got it and got that stupid letter she had felt off. Way more off than she had before, and that was saying something.

[I]Belladonna (or whoever you are today)

I hope this letter finds you at the right time. The past and future are not on a single line, one I am sure you know all too well. We can never change the past but we can learn from it. We can hope to shape the future but sometimes we are destined for things beyond our control. Being able to see both is a blessing and a curse. You are one of the first mages in five hundred years. Bring your open mind and I will give you all of the information you need.

13 Mourningdove Lane. Midnight.

-The Archivist"[/i]

She would have normally chalked it up to some stupid kid pranking her or someone being cute but she [I]did[/i] have visions and this letter arrived shortly after her first one. And she hadn't told a soul. Who would believe her? Magic being real? This wasn't some Saturday morning cartoon.

But she had had a few of them so far. Visions of the past where she sees herself back in her parents house, her father still alive and her mother with fresh bruises on her face. A scene that looked like it came out of a Shakespearean play but felt so real. And a scene of her shattering a glass coffeepot over some asshole's face.

She shook herself awake when Pom stood in front of her. If she was here she had to have gotten the same letter she did, right? Still, Bella didn't trust anyone right away even if Pom seemed cool (and shared her stash with her). So she opted to hide what had actually happened. At least until she got more information.

So she stepped through the door like it was nothing, like it was a normal day. Desptie that, Bella felt herself shaking.

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She appeared in some room with a few other folks. Some appeared to know one another, some not so much. Bella hated crowds and while this normally would not have counted as such she still felt an enclosed space with a lot of people to be alarming. No easy escapes if she needed to. She looked around, not recognizing anyone. So it was only Pom she knew here and, even then, was this safe? Were they all sent letters to get them to one room to eliminate them all?

Someone started speaking and admitted to the letters. Bella was about to speak out when someone else, the man standing closer to her, spoke up admitting she didn't send the letters. So what the hell was all this then? A few others spoke sharing their names. No one admitting if they actually had magic apart from the first woman who was standing near a burning ball of flame that everyone just seemed...cool with?

Also...Burnie Cinders?

[color=C789B1]"Belladonna."[/color] There, she shared. She was damn well not sharing more until someone, preferably this Archivist, showed themselves and explained what was happening. Another person started speaking before he was interrupted by...themselves? Staring into a shadowy corner. Bella instinctively stood up and prepared to run. Or fight. It depended on the situation.