I have not given up on Ickle Toadstool. Everything seems to have stopped. No-one seems to know who he is, or where to find him. There's been some hints here and there to keep me interested, but nothing really real. He's a ghost. Or perhaps Story is right and he just doesn't exist. BUT I WAS SHOT looking for him, we can't forget that. Someone told my contact they knew where he was, and when I went to meet them.... well we know what followed.
But what happened the moments after that was even more interesting....
My eyes snapped open and I awoke full of magic.
Magic has a feeling when you're using it. I usually feel the magic in my fingers as that is here where I stir it from deep within me, and express it into the world. It feels like.... like a warm glow. Like putting your hand in warm water on a cold day. Very pleasant feeling using it, though not always very pleasant results.
On the night I was shot, I felt that warm glow everywhere! In my hands, feet, body, tongue, my eyes tingled. But mostly, it tingled with intensity where I was shot.
When I moved the glow pulsated in huge sweeping waves that reminded me of orgasim! But I also felt nauseated by it, and after a few seconds my head throbbed with pain. My vision became blurred for a moment. I would have to move very carefully.
Clutching an invisible wound and a hole in my jumper, I got to my feet and thought of home.
So, what happened?
Then I was back in my bedroom.
I collapsed on my bed and slept for hours. The magic subsided and I felt normal again, though the ache from the healed wound tingled for a few days after that.
So, what happened?
I contacted River about what had happened and how I seemed to have healed myself. She asked the other elves where she lives if they had heard of this before. They told me it's impossible for an elf to heal themselves in this way. More likely, somebody else healed me!
A guardian angel?
Perhaps I'll never truly understand what happened that night. I have wanted to talk about it for weeks now, but how do you explain something you don't understand yourself? After week in and week out of following dead ends, I'm now at a loss. I don't want to give up, but everything points to this been a fruitless search full of dead ends and shadowy figures, either trying to kill me or help me. I may never know what happened to my parents.
So that's as far as I have got. My gang of elves have all given up. This thread may now never progress beyond this entry, but it wasn't for lack of trying....