"It's..." he trailed off, trying to think of the right words. Even not knowing his future, even not knowing it had been he who made it, it was still the well, it was power. It hadn't been a single motion that forced his hand in the future. It had been a slow, long build of events, things.
"The Well is still the source of everything I am, of course it affects me. I am a sorcerer! I am still young, but I know I have a great destiny!" he smiled a bit proudly at that. It wouldn't be until many, many years later that he would feel the true burden of his destiny, of the power that his eyes would have on his own psychosis.
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"The Well is still the source of everything I am, of course it affects me. I am a sorcerer! I am still young, but I know I have a great destiny!" he smiled a bit proudly at that. It wouldn't be until many, many years later that he would feel the true burden of his destiny, of the power that his eyes would have on his own psychosis.