voyagerwitch

There was a time that they played the secret role of the hard worker, the magician, the liar with a heart of purest platinum and the mind of a thief. They would wake up early, impose upon themself a rigid routine of rising with the sun in the mornings. They were to be the sun. They would paint their face with powders and pencils until it radiated like a star, at first a wild and unsightly star but more and more refined with each passing sunrise. They made their speeches and performed their miracles with the light provided to them by their benefactors and nurtured with their own sweat, their own blood, their own victories and grave mistakes. T

The next few days of Raoul's life passed in a confused blur. Upon their arrival in the place where Tao Village was supposed to reside, the villagers were taken in by a group of extremely kind Zoroark — but not for long, because Jasmine (as far as he had heard) showed up, sprinkled magical pixie dust all over everyone, and sent them off to another place that looked almost exactly like Tao Village. Perhaps someone looked about the confused string of events and said "why yes! This makes perfect sense!" Raoul doubted it. But if anyone came close to understanding that kaleidoscope of the strange and mystical, it was probably Caldera the libraria