Magolor remembered wandering around the Jambastion, far away from any place he'd been before. It was dark, dusty, and it smelled bad. He didn't like it, but he kept on going. He then found a dusty old book in a stuffy dreaded room.
"Void Termina? How peculiar."
It took all day, but he'd managed to find Marx. He was passed out in the corner of some shambled factory. Not like he could tell the difference between this factory and the countless others anyways.
"Marx?"
No response.
"MARX!!"
The jester snapped awake, nearly biting his face off.
"Don't yell me like that!"
"Well fuck you too!"
Before either could say any more, they both embraced each other.
"Don't leave me like that again, please."
"I won't."
That promise couldn't be kept.
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The Story Of A Mage
FanfictionThis is a telling of Magolor's life, from start, to present. From where he was from, to his discovery of the Starcutter, to his rise to power, and his fight through hell. Also there's his story of how he met Marx. Quite a few chapters tell their tal...
