There was little she could do there. Jigumundo was already cooling down and recovering, she had no clue where one of her cru-friend was, and ultimately, she really was out of her depth to this situation. What else could she do than just wait and hope for a lead...something?! She barely noticed Ana noticing her, just dwelving on her own thoughts, holding Jigumundo's staff. It always brought her a smile on her face, seeing the small planet-esque system on the staff...
Black Magic. She wouldn't be lying if she said it always interested her, on the little she actually readed about. What she knew was what most knew already, Black Magic gave one limitless power and it caused the War of Magi...did that mean Jigumundo was a Black Mage?!
She glanced at her uncoscious professor, and sighed again, turning away to the fireplace and laying her forehead on the side of it, mentally cursing everything...she couldn't have done nothing, maybe if she came sooner she could have stopped this, stopped Marty running away, sto-
...
Was she really going over what ifs and could haves again? It didn't really change nothing, the present was here, her "father" was once again, laying on the ground, hurt...
This time he wasn't withering to death, like her own true father. She could take something positive out of that.
Black Magic. She wouldn't be lying if she said it always interested her, on the little she actually readed about. What she knew was what most knew already, Black Magic gave one limitless power and it caused the War of Magi...did that mean Jigumundo was a Black Mage?!
She glanced at her uncoscious professor, and sighed again, turning away to the fireplace and laying her forehead on the side of it, mentally cursing everything...she couldn't have done nothing, maybe if she came sooner she could have stopped this, stopped Marty running away, sto-
...
Was she really going over what ifs and could haves again? It didn't really change nothing, the present was here, her "father" was once again, laying on the ground, hurt...
This time he wasn't withering to death, like her own true father. She could take something positive out of that.
