Laren walked for nine weeks and a day. He wandered and pondered the orb he held 
always in his hands, and as he felt the power that resided within it he worked 
out it's workings. He never wanted for food nor shelter, as whenever he wanted 
it the land would effulge through his arms. With simply a gesture he drew forth
the fruits of the land, and so he was never too far from nourishment. One day he
wandered through a barren desert, and found he drew whiskey from the rocks. The 
next he dreamt of a temperate jungle, and when he awoke he found himself shaded
under prehistoric ferns. He never found himself in danger, for his thoughts 
would organize themselves and align to a playful slant. At one point he lost the 
way, but he quickly realized his mistake.

He tried to use the magic as enchanters do, like aldi prelat - 
                      but he could not conceptualize a spell.

He tried to use the magic as conjurers do, like ursene - 
           but he knew not from where he could've drew.

He tried to use the magic as paladins do, like velathrim -
                      but his prayers swirled around him
                      & danced like dust in the sunlight.

He tried it every witch way he knew - 
                 but it only worked 
                 when    he   chose 
                 to     just     do.

And so he realized his mistake, and went on with a conceptual pattern of 
trusting. One day he came to a cave, and remembering the structure of his world
he was wary. But beyold, for on the other side there was another pattern of 
trusting. they met there, in the dark, and beheld their reciprocal dualities. 
one brought forth gold, as benefiting a creature of the sun, and the other
handed away that which it was holding. 

the darkness, 
how resplendent, 
would be incomplete without that present, 

and so it made sense to divest.

When he left he felt a little less possessed, but he knew his heart would be 
permanently heavier. He wandered away from that cave on that day, and made no 
attempt to record it's location. He would wander for several weeks still, And 
yet he found he never wanted for food nor nourishment. As the weeks grew to 
months he found himself in familiar surroundings, and the weight in his heart 
took on new understandings. He swallowed back tears as his familiar surroundings
pealed back to reveal his friends, shadowed in the light, and then he couldn't
stop sobbing.