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Wednesday, 17 March 20xx We have been here for close to 2 weeks, and turns out, I know frighteningly little about what it means to be Banished. Despite the Purnama clan’s extensive history of Banishment at the hands of the Suryas (may Araneae smite their souls), we have extremely limited knowledge of what Banishment truly entails. I suppose it’s why I dreaded the day, even though I knew it would be inevitable. Because once the portal spits you out into Solum, there is no going back.  I don’t know what I expected, really. Perhaps a barren wasteland, the earth bereft of magic and not a single lifeform in sight. Left to die slowly and excruciatingly under a beating sun, or perhaps an unforgiving torrent of rain. I don’t know how to feel about the reality. It’s… very different from Lucerna, of course, but also similar in other ways. I have memories of another life. Of the life that I lived in Solum. The life that I’m living right now. When the portal deposited us, I felt one last burst...

0. The Fire

The Fire Part 0 She can’t breathe. The smoke, tinged a sickly yellow with the Surya family’s magic, coils around her trembling body like a hungry snake. Despite its incorporeal form, it renders her limbs completely immobile, so hot that it feels like she’s been stuck in a furnace. Her tongue tastes of ash, and she can’t tell if the burn in her throat is from her own bile or that man’s foul magic. “Mother!” she cries hoarsely. She needs her voice to be heard over the sounds of raging fire and thundering footsteps, so she screams louder, even when it feels like swallowing a million little needles. “Mother! Father!” “Arané!” Mother screams back. “It’s okay, my moon, just—” “Shut it, you blasphemous bitch!” A crackle of magic, then searing heat, and suddenly Mother is howling in agony, a sound so chilling that she never, ever wants to hear it again. She can’t see. She can’t move. She wishes she could. Why is this smoke so thick? “Now, I’d set you barbarians free, let you behold the destr...