Welcome back to a new Thursday Fiction, it's been a while. We continue with Parallel Slip 2: Rebel where we left of last time, following Isabelle as she figure out who she really is.
He closed his fist again and the ball moved on the surface of the pond, never really touching the water. He turned to Isabelle and all the water went down with a flash, droplet landing on her clothes and cheek. Romulus smiled but he looked a bit tired.
“This takes a lot of concentration for him still but he is getting better. Magic is always tiring anyway. So much flow of power,” Clara said.
“But Magic doesn't exist,” Isabelle said out loud.
Clara laughed gently in her head.
“Everything exist, if you can just think about it, you create it,” she said.
But Isabelle didn't understand.
“I know that you have been living in a very restricted portion of the multiverse, including only universes pretty much like your own but there is a infinite number of worlds out there, they can't all be so much the same, that would be a shame, wouldn't it?” Romulus said.
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