Wizard's House

[wizardseason]

"Hey"

The Wizard greets the evil-allured knights the same way every night, with the same word, while casually sitting on the steps of the porch outside of her little home. The building looks handmade, like it was built by people who cared about the place they were going to live. Surrounding it on all sides are fields as far as the eye can see. Vegetables of all kinds, with fruit trees and bushes placed throughout the landscape. Closer to the home are bigger trees, willows and others, providing shade from the strange three suns above. Wherever this is, it isn't the world that the knights know.

Plunged into the ground a mere few feet away from the steps leading up to the home is a handwritten sign that states the following:

Knight Rules:
- Tell others if you want
- You can't reveal others
- The world ends this year

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[wizardseason]

"They're probably not happy with anyone." She answers, leaving the answer up in the air before she decides to share a juicy tidbit.

"The last person they interacted with, forty years ago, got thrown through a mountain." She gives her mug a little swirl, the Protector's face on it giving away who she's talking about.

"He deserved it."

[sustainer]

"Mm, sounds like it," he mutters, glancing upwards at the ceiling. Everything he's heard about the Protector so far makes him hate him, so he wouldn't be surprised if this thing inside the planet shared his opinion. Especially after these decades.

"They know that we didn't trap them, right?"

[wizardseason]

If anyone hated the Protector most, it was definitely them. At least she assumed as much.

"I hope they do." She answers, watching to see how he takes that idea.

"Are you going to convince them if they don't know?"

[sustainer]

He's definitely not happy about it, but there is a firm determination in his expression. He thinks he knows exactly how this is going to go and he's ready for it. It'll suck, but no worse then any other fight he's been in.

"I will. And I'll protect anyone they might try to hurt."

[wizardseason]

Or Gyre will get his head knocked clean off. I mean, really, who knew? She nods at his determination. Their conversation here is probably at an end, but she has to add the obvious words here at the end:

"I hope you do."

[sustainer]

Well he doesn't know they're at an end. He can feel the conversation slowing, but he still checks around them, chewing his lip. He needs to know more, but he doesn't know what else he could possibly ask. All he can think is to reassert himself here.

"I will," he says, firmly. Utterly confident. Or as confident as he can be when he doesn't really know what's coming just yet. "Hope isn't important if there's nothing behind it."

[wizardseason]

"I agree," she answers as she lifts her mug to her lips to take a sip.

And really, what could anyone do but back their hope with thoughts and dreams?

Gyre will get to think about that, but not here in the dream space because he'll snap awake and, well.

It was all a dream, wasn't it?