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Tinasha:  Tinasha stumbled her way to the treasure vault. Ordering the confused-looking guards to stay at their posts, she descended the stairs alone. With each step she took down the magically lit stone stairway, the weight on her heart grew stronger. Memories of when she was a young girl sprang to mind unbidden. Soon enough, however, Tinasha reached the bottom of the stairs. Entering the treasure vault for the first time in four centuries, she wandered in deeper, like a woman possessed. Upon reaching a giant stone ledge, she touched the wall next to it. A spell configuration emerged from beneath her fingertips. It was intricate sealing magic she had placed during the Dark Age. She glanced at it, then began an incantation in an even voice. The complex spell reacted to the power entering it and began to unwind. Her voice was grave, with all emotions stifled. Once her long incantation finished at last, a small hollow opened in the center of the wall. Set inside it was a box. Tinasha reached out, picked it up, and gently opened the lid. Inside lay a tiny blue jewel with markings inscribed upon it.
human
Tinasha:  “Here it is.” She said, her heart pounding and her hands trembling. She stared at it. This orb had changed her fate, and not hers alone. It had transformed another man’s fate and many other things, too. She had thought she’d never look upon it again, that the day would never come when she needed it. But now it lay here, in her hands. “If I go back one month, I can save everyone… Or if that’s impossible, then I can go a few hours back…” Altering the past was wrong. It flew in the face of the laws of nature. The ramifications were unfathomable. Yet that very power had rescued her. It was the reason she was here now. Tinasha thought of Rudd’s grin as he spoke of his hopes for the future—as well as his mother’s crying. A parent’s wish was to save her son’s life, even at the cost of her own. Tinasha felt powerless to deny the woman that. “I wonder what Oscar would say…” She couldn’t imagine it. He might furiously scold her, but he also might shake his head and forgive her. And… what would he say? The man who went back four hundred years and changed history. How determined was he to do what he did? Did he take her hand? Tinasha’s eyes burned hot as she thought of what he had given her and what he had sacrificed. She bit her lip fiercely to stem the tide of emotions surging within her. Compared to four hundred years, it was only a little bit of time travel. It was hypocritical, Tinasha knew that much.