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[COLOR=9A5B8A]Grimoire:[/color] Wild Magic Surge 
[COLOR=9A5B8A]Skills:[/color] N/A
[COLOR=9A5B8A]Wild Magic Build Up:[/color] triggers on a 1
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Jake’s head cleared as he collapsed into the chair Nicky had indicated. There was still that ache deep inside of him, his hands shaking and his body trembling, as well as an odd burning sensation in his lungs. He didn’t understand any of it, but that heavy weight pressing down on him made it hard to care. All he cared about was seeing that all of his friends were alright. Willow was fine, her wound cared for. He didn’t know how he’d done it, everything had been a bit of a blur from leaving the statue behind to now, and he didn’t know what had happened to cause the injuries. He didn’t see any threats, there weren’t any foes in the room. 

There was only…

Jake’s eyes widened as his gaze fell on Cassie, on his best friend. [COLOR=9A5B8A]“Cassie!”[/color] he yelped, jumping up from the chair. She didn’t have a hand. Where had her hand gone?? People didn’t just lose hands, did they? He knew Frankie had extra hands but those were from people who were dead and when he had seen Cassie last this morning, she had both her hands. She was crying - and - and there was something about a journal? What journal? 

Cal knew whatever this journal was - had the journal hurt Cassie? Hurt Willow? Was that why she was missing a hand? Jake maneuvered around Cal without a glance. He knew Willow was okay and he needed to know that Cassie was okay too. If anything happened to her - if he could have done something and he wasn’t here - he didn’t know the word for the emotion that filled him, but it hurt. 

[COLOR=9A5B8A]“How can I help you? What happened? I felt I was needed here and that must have been you, did you call out for me, maybe?”[/color] Jake didn’t understand how their magic worked, not in a way he could explain to another, but they were both connected to wild, chaos magic. [COLOR=9A5B8A]“Did the journal hurt you? Can I help you with it?”[/color] He felt such an urge to hug her but he couldn’t make his body respond, instead just wringing his hands, nervous energy fueling him.