I flew home slowly, feeling like a failure that yet another enemy had slipped away from me, which had to mean, at least, that he was alive, right? Surely he hadn't died and someone had stolen his body away in the moments from the time he fell until the time I landed.
But enough wondering about that and my other failure in this my first day as a strodinaire. I'd died and come back to life, at least, I'm pretty sure I died, yet here I am, alive to tell the tale.
And I have learned something of my powers, that I can fly and that I am strong, I'm hopeful that I will discover more powers because flight and strength don't seem enough, seeing as I've been somewhat manhandled already.
So, can I be a better strordinaire?
October II
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