by H.P. Lovecock (力。下。愛ちんちん)
“I can’t quite describe what I saw that night on All Hallow’s Eve, it was something so marvelous and terrible and unspeakable. The more I focus on it the more something in my mind seems to push back against it, like some force outside of my mind doesn’t want me to believe it. I want to remember, because it was so beautiful and terrible, and Fionn was there… the power… beautiful and terrible…
“Sorry. Ever since that night my mind keeps blanking out. I guess this all started when I first came here to MU, when I pledged Theta Omega Alpha. They already knew about me because of my dad. He was a brother back when he went to Ol’ Misk, and his father, and his father before him. Dad was actually the president of the Thetas, so I didn’t have much say in whether I wanted to join or not. Traditions are really important to my dad.
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