[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/y8mjXqq4/7cd367035aec5e8c67a531deebadcd4c.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.postimg.cc/05SV2Kty/tumblr-n6tavp-EQ8a1qekcrso2-500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Y0J4q0Q6/959a24b3e3bc36b808d26eeee790d002.png[/img][/center][hr] In the history of the universe designed as Earth-412 (so called that for the fact that the numbers, when added properly together, sum to 7, the most [b]magykal[/b] number of them all), there were hundreds of cases of individuals being [b]Vanished[/b]. In the very first cases, wizards and witches alike furiously researched and experimented, attempting to find a way to [b]UnVanish[/b] someone - but it was never successfully accomplished. The closest attempt brought back the reanimated corpse and it was quickly burned in fire as to avoid a potential apocalyptic outbreak. The area of study was largely abandoned by the year 12,070 - though a few were convinced that [b]Alchemie[/b] was the answer. It was Marcellus Pye, in the last years of his extended life, who eventually deduced that the reason was atomic - every little particle that made up the individual was scattered and distributed equally across the universe. To reconstitute them would be a gross violation of [b]Entropie[/b] and thus impossible - to make it occur, one would need to harness the power of a multiverse worth of stars. Due to no one ever coming back from being [b]Vanished[/b], Arya Rincewind had no idea what to expect as she stood on the 20th Floor Landing of Wizard Tower - the place she had called home since she was scarcely seven years old. She could feel the hum of [b]Magyk[/b] all around her, the power at her fingertips, and the odd energies coming off of the woman with the enchanted staff - Gandr. Before she could blink, Chthon cast his spell - [b]Vanishing[/b] her, removing her from existence. It was extremely cold at first - as if being plunged into a bucket of ice without any clothing and held there for hours. Yet just as she started to wonder what was causing the chill, it turned into a searing fire - everything around her became dim and she could see people speaking, see the look of pain on Runa's face but she couldn't reach her. [color=9B30FF]"Cuyler..."[/color] she whispered, as her world went black.[hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/44BznMRp/tumblr-o2pr4k-L5-Lz1rnbafjo1-400.gif[/img][/center][hr] She woke up alone, drifting in a vast emptiness. Rather than as most would believe, her first question wasn't [i]who am I?[/i] upon realizing that she remembered nothing - it was [i]where am I?[/i] She attempted to move and found that every muscle in her body was incredibly stiff, as if being used for the first time in centuries. There were no landmarks, just an inky darkness surrounding her. [color=9B30FF]"H... Hello?"[/color] she called out. There was the taste of a name on her lips - something with a C - but she couldn't fathom what exactly it was. [color=9B30FF]"Where am I? What happened?"[/color] There was no answer. Her words echoed slightly as her heartbeat quickened. She recognized the weight of a necklace around her neck and she didn't remember putting it there. More panic set in when she looked at the amulet of Hotep-Ra and could not recall seeing it before in her life. One thing led to another and she realized she didn't even remember her life. Straining her thoughts, she figured that it [i]had[/i] to come back to her in a moment. Had she hit her head? Reaching behind her, she ran her hands along her head, trying to feel for any injuries but there were none. She realized she was wearing a silver headband and she pulled it away, seeing symbols etched into it. [color=9B30FF]"[b]Magyk[/b],"[/color] she whispered. The symbols had sparked something. They did not return to her memories of her life but they did bring... knowledge of her skills. Her hands were back in front of her and she saw an extensive burn scar on one of them. Had there been some sort of accident? Who had caused this? Her life, it was written and recorded in the scars and how she was dressed. There was a certain chill in her bones and she closed her eyes, taking a breath. When she opened them, there was a blue flame suspended above her hands, as if the [b]Magyk[/b] had happened via just an unconscious thought or something akin to muscle memory. Maybe there was a [b]Charm[/b] or spell that could restore her memory? She noted that she was wearing a belt and she opened a pouch in it, finding a variety of [b]Charms[/b]. Their weight in her hand felt familiar. Unfortunately, none of them were designed to recall memories. If she knew a spell to accomplish that, then it must have been forgotten as well. [color=9B30FF]"Come on... Remember..."[/color] she pleaded with herself, just floating adrift in [b]Limbo[/b]. Nothing came to mind. There was no revelation, no flood of memories, nothing of her past. Had she been a good person? Was she wicked and vile? Did she have family, loved ones? Was there a lover waiting for her, desperate to sneak a kiss? How long had she been... wherever this place was? Did she do this to herself? Was she betrayed? All she knew for certain was that she had [b]Magyk[/b]. Was that enough to create an identity based on? Should she even bother trying to reclaim those memories - would she still really be her if she remembering being someone else? Or would it be better to start over? [color=9B30FF]"Can anyone hear me?"[/color] she whispered. The sound of her own voice was foreign and strange. [hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/KYYYpZYY/phkahlse682qbwe.gif[/img][/center][hr] Had it been months, years? She didn't know. There was no concept of time in this place. She had not yet crafted a name for herself, but why would she need one? There was not another soul in [b]Limbo[/b]. No one was going to refer to her and there was a certain peace she felt at that realization. She spent her waking moments practicing [b]Magyk[/b], falling into an exhausted sleep and awakening again in the darkness. For food and water, she had [b]Magyk[/b] to aid her, essentially using its energies to power her like a battery. Her emerald eyes widened as one day, her surroundings changed. Rather than being surrounded by the same nothingness, she noticed a sort of violet distortion. She hesitantly moved towards it, feeling it buzz with [b]Magyk[/b] as she touched her fingertips to it. As if possessed, she then plunged herself through the ripple, the portal, and emerged in a strange place. She was on a boardwalk of sorts, seeing houses up on stilts and ships coming in to dock. [color=9B30FF]"Where am I?"[/color] she muttered, before spotting a sign that gave the place's name as [i]the Port[/i]. The moon was high in the sky and she knew it was night, but still, she had no idea who she was. Her attention was then abruptly shaken as she heard a scream - a young woman, begging for someone to help her. As if working by muscle memory, she went off at a sprint towards the sound, ending up in an alleyway of sorts not too far from where she had emerged. A man was in the midst of defiling the girl and she leapt forward, using [b]Darke Magyk[/b] on the man. At her grasp, he started gasping for air and fell to the ground, his chest crushed by her [b]Magyk[/b]. The victim looked up at her in shock - perhaps just as terrified of her savior as she had been of her attacker. [color=9B30FF]"Are you alright?"[/color] she asked. "Y-Y-Yes...." the girl stammered, scrambling to her feet and pulling down her dress. "Wh-wh-who are you?" Her mind was blank. Her eyes glanced at the purple cloak she wore. [color=9B30FF]"Violet,"[/color] she answered. [color=9B30FF]"I'm here to help your city."[/color]