"Ancient magicks come from the thundering mountains, forgotten realms where the old gods dwelt."
"Then that is where we must go."
"Are you sure?"
"Quite sure. This is magick of the oldest kind."
And so they did.
"I don't think we should be here," he whispered into the darkest cavern in the deepest roots of the tallest mountain.
"Shhh! It's here somewhere," she searched.
"What are we even looking for?"
"AH! I found it!" She wheeled around. "Now I can give it to you."
She grabbed his collar and kissed him deeply.
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And just as soon as he thought he had found her –– truly founder her and understood her –– she was gone.
That last piece of... something. Whatever she had been looking for. As soon as she grasped it, she disappeared.
He could no longer feel her.
He had given her part of his soul and she had now taken it wherever she'd gone.
And he felt hollow.
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