"We were a kingdom rich in magic of all sorts. We had moneymancers, dollomancers, carnymancers, dittomancers....but most of all, we had the largest school of turnamancers in existance. This was in the days before the Treaty of Magic Independence that established the Magic Kingdom as a safe haven for caster-kind. We were a refuge of sorts for those skilled in spellcraft. Galla's cities were a wonder to behold. Towering spires, grand libraries, and the signamancers and foolamancers would paint the sky a different shade of any lovely color they could dream every night, just because they could. They wasted juice on whims like that. We felt safe, because of our magic." The Doctor smiled faintly a the memory, the haggard look of thousands of turns showing for once since he had popped.
"The Das sent us a peace offering, which was not unusual. We held a feast with the food they gave, and ate until we could eat no more. Come morning, all of the casters who attended the feast found their juice was empty, they could perform no magic. Then the LekDa attacked. That is when we knew we were doomed. We activated ancient defenses, three thousand Battle Tortoises, a million soldiers of the infinite army, countless golems...all the combined magic stored from hundreds of casters. It wasn't enough. The great city of Galla was falling."
"It was not hopeless, though. Six of us had not gone to the festivities. Myself, four turnamancers, and a shockamancer known as the Master.
"I thought the Master was a turnamancer."
"That is a complicated wrinkle to the story. When Galla units are first popped, we were taken to a ceremonial place. There we would stare into the Untempered Schism, a great rip in the fabric of the universe. The portals that make up a capital's connection to the Magic Kingdom are versions of these holes, but they are tempered and tuned to be safe to enter for casters. The Untempered Schism allowed one to perceive all of eternity. It gave any unit that looked into it rudimentary turnamancy powers. For casters, it was akin to giving a second discipline, making all of us turnamancers as well as whatever else we were. True Galla Turnamancers were turnamancers before looking into the schism. It drove many of them mad."
"I see. So the war went badly and Galla was falling."
"When we saw the devastation, we tried to fight the LekDa in whatever way we could. The Master took his sword....your Rime, sir....and cut through the ranks of the enemy. While he distracted them, the turnamancers and myself found an ancient weapon in the ruins of Galla. It is known as the Instant, a terrible weapon that could only be unleashed by the most powerful of our casters. The Master could have controlled it, but he was occupied. It took a certain kind of mind to wield it, and the five of us remaining did not have it. Donna, one of the Turnamancers, had the idea that if they focused their magic, I could cast a powerful changeamancy spell on myself, and take myself out of the Turn-Matrix itself. I would exist outside of turns, be repopped throughout history until the Erf was no more. I would bypass the rules containing the instant, and use it to save Galla, sacrificing everything I was in the process."
"Naturally I agreed, willing to trade my existence for that of my side and my friends. They cast their spell and I took up the Instant. With my mind opened from the spell, I could see that the Instant was not a weapon that could be used indiscriminately. If I would destroy the LekDa, I had to also destroy Galla. They were locked together in an immortal struggle, tearing at the fabric of the turns themselves. So much magic was burning through the threads that held the erf together. We had used too much magic in this war, and the LekDa had as well. The Master had seen this. When he looked into the Untempered Schism as a newly popped unit, he saw the end of Galla. He saw what I was doing now in that moment so many turns before. He looked at me across the battlefield and begged me to stop. I couldn't. The Instant had taken control of me. He dropped his sword, and fled. The Instant removed all of Galla, the LekDa, and the entire war from existence. The war continues to rage, locked away in a turn-bubble, until something unlocks it and Galla is destroyed."
"I am sorry, Doctor." Tyrin said, contemplating the sword at his side. "Do you think the Master is still out there? Or did he get sucked into the turn bubble too?"
"I hope he is still out there. I am alone, sire. I'm the last of my kind. If he lives, even if he just wants to put me out of my misery...even if he never can forgive me....I owe him an explanation."
"I understand, Doctor. I have a similar situation with a certain Chief Warlord from another side. She wants me dead, but I love her."
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