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Turning Back the Clock



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Turning Back the Clock



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Conserved and quiet Blake Croft is a student at the prestigious Northridge Academy of the Arts. As like the rest of his peers, he has been raised with a single goal in mind, and will do anything it takes to achieve that goal. For Northridge doesn't just teach artists - it teaches magicians that will one day take control of the world's governments through the shadows. But even though Blake Croft has always told himself that everything he does is to further his destiny, he decides to disregard the teachings he has been presented with his entire life. Rather than be suspicious of a mysterious and bubbly stranger named Wilson, he takes up an offer to explore his past.

He just didn't realize she meant by time travel.
"Once again, you ruined my story with angst." -Sheyren
  





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Blake Croft


If Blake had been told that morning that his life was going to change in ways that were straight of his childhood fantasies, he would have promptly called the informant a liar and gone about his day the same as he currently was.

Blake had grown up on a rhetoric and distrust and self-preservation. Anything odd was meant to be treated with extreme caution, and anything especially out of the ordinary was meant to downright avoided. These tactics were something he rarely employed. For Blake had grown up in a reality separate from the rest of society, where magic was commonplace and sending minor demons to pass messages to allies - not friends, because no one was trustworthy enough for that sort of title - was just as accepted as sending a text.

While Blake might have disregarded a warning like the one given to him in this hypothetical situation on the basis of what was to be trusted and what was not, there would have been a second, ulterior motive for his decision. It was the weekend, and weekends were the only time students from the Northridge Academy of the Arts were allowed to mingle among the people they would one day be ruling over.

Northridge wasn't located in some obscure, fantasy world. In fact, it was quite easy to get to if you just knew the right train station: it was situated in the English countryside, only a short distance away from a bustling town. This town was a famous tourist attraction based on its wide variety of shops and landmarks. Blake didn't particularly like the shops, though he did have a very secret love for their gaming one. What he loved the most was the park in the center of it at all. A quiet, secluded area, one that few ventured into when there were so many other attractions available.

That was where Blake was today, sitting on one of the old wooden benches with his laptop in tow. There were two applications on his laptop: a game the younger generation was enamored by, and a paper due on Monday. The former was what he was currently on, and the latter was what he quickly switched to every time he saw a familiar face out of the corner of his eye. He was in the middle of finishing his preparations on the blocky house displayed on his screen, fingers hovering over his keyboard as he added the occasional torch and dug through his many chests.
"Once again, you ruined my story with angst." -Sheyren
  





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Wilson brushed the dirt off her loose plaid flannel as she materialized behind a tree in the middle of the park, and hopped a few times to find her footing on the new grassy ground. She smiled to herself as she looked around, seeing the midday sun shine through the healthy green trees, and hearing the distant bustle of shoppers outside of the grassy haven.

With youthful energy, she bounded through the grass, ascending a hill, letting the cool air brush her flat, bare stomach beneath her black crop-top. Her big flannel fluttered behind her like a cape, and it pleased her greatly.

She proceeded towards a curving stone walkway, hopping on individual stones as she hummed a happy little tune from the 1970's Rock and Roll concert she'd just attended moments prior.

As she twirled around and paused briefly, she noticed the teenaged boy sitting on a bench not far from her. When he glanced up to see her, she quietly observed as he clicked some buttons quickly on his laptop. She grinned. He was probably switching tabs, or browsers, or opening and closing something he didn't want others to see. Was it memes? Was it embarrassing? A teenaged boy could be hiding a number of things on the internet, and she wasn't going to bother herself with guessing. But she was going to bother him.

With a smooth gracefulness, she slid up beside the bench, looking over at the studious looking teen. To him, she probably looked around his age. She had long, black hair that reached her middle back, a slim, skinny figure, and mono-lids over dark eyes. Most people pegged her as 18 or 19, and sometimes younger, but never any older. And that was the only thing she didn't really understand about herself. She had never been able to change her form - something she'd never been able to figure out. She had a feeling it was just... right for her. That, and the science and all of the problems that would come with having to re-spawn with new bodies seemed way too bothersome.

She smiled.

"Hey there, sport," she greeted cheerfully. "Playin' some video games?"
"It's all a matter of perspective... everyone is the hero of their own story, and the villain of another's." - James
  





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Blake Croft


The voice was unfamiliar. That in itself was a cause for alarm, and he quickly switched to his paper. The topic was luckily something that didn't betray the true nature of his education - it was a somewhat dull research project on the first world war. There were a few comments about how it had been shaped by magicians, but he had yet to get into a paragraph that solely focused on the subtopic. He typed a line or two before looking up at the stranger. She must have been a tourist. He had never seen in the town before, and she certainly wasn't one of his classmates. It did beg the question of if she had traveled with someone else. And, if she had, with whom.

"Hello," he said, trying to keep his voice calm and monotone.

This was an exercise in interacting with other people. That type of exercise was something he typically avoided, but it was crucial if he wished to become a successful magician someday. He gently closed his laptop. If she was talking to him, she likely was looking for an actual conversation and not a series of short comments.

"I was actually working on a paper for my history class," he said. Not entirely a lie, but also not entirely the truth. "Being here in the park helps me think."
"Once again, you ruined my story with angst." -Sheyren
  





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Wilson


Wilson nodded politely and walked around the bench, plopping down a seat away from him. She just smiled knowingly, aware that he wasn't really telling the truth, or was hiding something, but she didn't really care much either way. He did seem a bit awkward too, but that was fine. Not everyone had to be a master at socializing to socialize, and she wasn't too picky. He looked interesting and there was always something about the loners and the people who intentionally isolated themselves that... drew her. She didn't want to say she was a loner magnet, because that sounded mean, but... was she? Maybe.

Wilson really did try to give a solemn look of understanding as she leaned back, but she just kept smiling.

"Okay, okay, I getchya," she said with a nod. "School and papers and stuff. Blah, blah. History is really cool, though! I know a looooot of history." Which, wasn't a lie. She did know a lot history. She'd also lived a lot of it too.

"History and I go way back," she laughed. "So tell me! What are you writing about? Can I help? What do you need to know? I probably know the answer!"
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Blake Croft


This entire situation was making him grow increasingly uncomfortable, but he was a magician and a key part of being one was knowing how to act. Though it was far from easy, he maintained a calm persona as he scrolled through the the essay. "The topic is the first world war," he said. "I appreciate the offer, but I already acquired all the information I need for my paper. I just need to put it together in a coherent essay."

He gave her a brief smile before returning to typing. He was just fixing small errors he had noticed when scrolling, but it gave the illusion that he was adding new parts to the essay. That should have been enough to get her to go away. But when he looked up, he saw that she was still sitting there with that stupidly large grin on her face.

Now he was really getting worried.

He closed the laptop and met her gaze. "Can I help you with something?" he questioned, slipping the computer into his bag. It was seeming more and more likely that she was intent on having a conversation with him. That was a horrible twist of fate for him, but he would just have to suffer through it until he found the right moment to escape.
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Wilson


Wilson wasn't entirely dense. She could pick up enough to tell that Blake was uncomfortable - but that was the case with most people and strangers. Especially strangers who approached for casual conversation, because god knows, in this day and age? That was unheard of. No one in their right mind chatted up with a stranger unless they had some sort of ulterior motive, or at least, that's what people kept trying to tell her. To which she would reply: I have none, apart from having fun, and sometimes that involves dragging people along with me to do that.

And then the argument would dissolve into semantics and what "fun" actually implied and she stopped caring after that.

All of that to say she was unfazed by Blake's tell-tale signs of please-go-away-isms.

Wilson's grin only spread, and she nodded. Could he help her with something? "That depends on who's asking!" She said with a wink. "But maybe I can help you with something!"

Wilson leaned forward, a smile gracing her face with excitement and an innocent twinkle in her eye.

"Have you ever wanted to revisit your past? See things as they were through your now matured eyes? Figure things out? Make sense of it?"
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Blake Croft


He studied her for a moment after she had finished speaking, trying to comprehend what exactly she had been trying to offer. It had sounded suspiciously like a sales pitch, but he just couldn't figure out what she was trying to sell. He had met countless people who sold things in this area, but not a single one of the things being sold matched that odd description.

But he had no need for that sort of mystery in his life, so he slipped his bag over one shoulder and started to get to his feet. He got as far as opening his mouth to utter the words "I'm not interested" before the offer finally began to sink in. He closed his mouth. Stared at her. Tried to understand what she was asking. His past was an incredibly private thing, but there were so many things that even he knew nothing about. What had his childhood been like before the death of his parents? What had his parents even been like?

Maybe this girl - or likely a young-looking woman, based off of what she was offering - was some sort of historian. Maybe, just maybe, she could help him fill in the holes of his life. That wouldn't be too dangerous, would it? His childhood had nothing to do with magic. And if they got to the point where they were researching his more current history, there was nothing to say that he couldn't lie about what was being discussed.

"I do want to," he said.
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Wilson


A wide grin crept onto Wilson's face as she watched the boy change his mind, and a light twinkled in her eyes.

"Perfect!" she said, shooting up from the bench with a bounce and hopping beside him. "You're gonna love this," she assured him with a wink and a smile. "Okay, okay so... one sec."

She took in a deep breath and held her palms together, with the tips of her fingers touching her chin. Then she went and grabbed for his hand.

In an instant, it was like she read him. Flashes of images and memories began to play before her eyes, in her mind. But it wasn't everything about him. Not the things he would want to hide, or wanted to keep to himself. But it was just far enough into his timeline to figure out where to go. Or where he wanted to go - and when she found it, she smiled.

The process, of course, took her only a few seconds, so, before he could pull away, she made her decision.

And instantaneously, the environment around them changed. Where they were once standing in front of a bench in a park, they were now standing in the middle of a suburban street. Though the rapid transition didn't jar her at all, she carefully observed the boy for his reaction while she began to talk.

"Well, here we are then! I guess I should probably introduce myself at this point," she held a hand over her mouth. "Oop. That's kind of embarrassing. But you can call me Wilson! I'll be your back-in-time tour guide. Oh. And yeah. Don't freak out. It's okay. I can bring you back and stuff."
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