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boromir & julia

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and the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up (♫)

( Magic is back. Those words echo through the universe as every being connected to it rejoices at finally feeling whole again — a celebration that is cut tragically short as the Wellspring is siphoned off for control by the Library. It's a bitter ending to a quest that had cost them so much — that will cost them even more in just a few hours.

She manages to get away once they return to the Neitherlands, no one paying much attention to the woman who can barely stand when there are a half-dozen much more problematic magicians to worry about. They're at the Library's main branch, and with the wards not yet restored to full strength, she slips out to the plaza above. Down the row, through an archway, another two paths over. Moving as fast as she can, she stumbles, bracing a hand against rough walls of stone and rows of hedges to keep from falling. She quickly becomes lost among the fountains, not recognizing a single statue in this part of the plaza, but she keeps going, hoping that her pursuers will be just as lost. If she can just get back to Earth; that's the thought that propels her forward, past one fountain and then another, on and on until— 

The bolt of battle magic strikes the stone at her feet, sending her tumbling forward against the edge of yet another fountain. Another bolt arcs over her head, taking out some of the branches of the great white tree carved to represent wherever the portal leads to. Julia's head whips around to take in the strangers chasing her, the ones she has no doubt will kill her, so she makes the only choice she has left. Pitching forward, into the water she goes, down and down, until she lands on the ground of another world. 

The hours that immediately follow her arrival are a blur of agony that she won't remember much of when night gives way to dawn. Everything hurts. Her veins are on fire, her soul burning from having her divine magic so suddenly ripped out, and she feels... nothing. No longer is she connected to the universe, but instead cut off and left bleeding out from her very core.

She can't think about it yet. Her focus has to be on getting to safety. Getting somewhere, anywhere, where she'll be safe in her present state. When Prometheus had given his power to create the keys, he knew that he would become vulnerable; his enemies had taken advantage of that vulnerability and killed him. She can't risk the McAllistairs or the Library trying that if they follow her here. So even though she wants nothing more than to stay there on the ground and lament about how shitty her life her become yet again, she doesn't have the time for that. 

Hauling herself to her feet, Julia starts walking, choosing a random direction and just going, ignoring the chill in the air and the way her heeled boots try to sink into the earth. All that matters is putting space between herself and whatever might follow after her. Everything else, she can figure out later. )