text: No. You need to get out of here. With the screams and the fire, you've probably drawn enough attention already.
  
  You quickly pick up your purse and run off before anyone important actually arrives to see you.
  
  You run without any particular idea of where to go, so you do what comes natural and go to your old place in the park. Fortunately there's nobody making out there and you have solitude.
  
  You can't stay here forever though. It's not even that far away from the incident you just created so you need to move soon anyway. You think you probably should leave the city like you once briefly thought about before. You'd probably be able to handle yourself even better now given your recent actions.
  
  Still though, something about that idea still fills you with anxiety. Maybe it's the idea that you just left your home INSIDE the city and the idea of leaving Nuro entirely is just too much right now.
  
  You can't stay in the lower class areas of Nuro though; you're just going to get into more trouble eventually. While you've never really focused on your looks, you're aware enough that you'd attract more unwanted attention from folks like that Jaxon degenerate and you doubt you'd be able to always contain yourself like you did just now.
  
  Which means you need to go to a different part of the city entirely. You'd stick out in the richer areas though given your clothing. Though you suppose you could buy yourself or even steal yourself something better to blend in, you still need a permanent place of residence.
  
  Then it occurs to you where you'd be able to easily find someplace to hide and still be moderately comfortable.
  
  The Nuro Magic College.
  
  It's huge from what you've heard; people of all types are there and you could easily just say you're touring the campus as a prospective student if someone questions you.
  
  The best thing is it's dedicated to magic; perhaps you'd be able to better learn something there even if you had to just pilfer a few magic books. You've managed to teach yourself this long, no reason why you couldn't still do it.
  
  With a new plan in mind, you feel a little better and get up off the grass. You then proceed with your path.
  
  The first step is indeed getting new clothes. You decide to go the legitimate route and actually buy them. You also buy a small backpack in the process. You get a few odd looks from the merchants, but happily they're more interested in your coin than anything else.
  
  You also get something to eat and drink since you haven't done so all day.
  
  The next step is actually travelling to the college itself. By the time you even get to the outskirts of it, it's already starting to get dark. There's a lot more people roaming about. Still older than you, but you figure in a few more years or so, you should fit in even better.
  
  You're a little tired from today's events though, so you start to wonder where you can sleep. There are dorms, but you don't think you'd be able to even sneak into one of those. You actually do see several students just sleeping on couches or chairs in various places. Overworked from studying no doubt.
  
  As the day grows darker, you see less people wandering around outside at night or else they're all gathered at various buildings with loud noise coming from them. You assume parties are expected in a college.
  
  You walk through an area which reminds you a bit of the Nuro park except perhaps more open area for larger crowds to gather and no signs telling people to not stray off a path.
  
  As you're struggling to stay awake, you hear voice.
  
  "You girl! You look a little young to be at this college. Though you're certainly at the right spot to learn your craft."
  
  You turn and see a demon! Or rather what you've heard demons look like since you've never seen one in person. Though he's dressed like a regular person, nothing excessively intimidating about him except his inhuman facial appearance.
  
  Still, even you know their reputation and you back away, once again thinking you'll be relying on your magic. The demon however just shakes his head and and puts his hands up.
  
  "Heh, I wouldn't bother girl, I don't mean you any harm and you wouldn't be any match anyway. I'm just out here doing business, trying to make my way in this world like everyone else. They call me Big Red around here. What's your name?" The demon says.
  "A lot of people claim they don't mean any harm and they do it anyway." You answer.
  "Well that's true. I guess you're a sharp one. Though that still leaves the question of why a young girl such as yourself is wandering the Nuro campus at night. I can sense you have a bit of magic about you, but again you're a little too young to be a student here."
  "Trying to make my way in the world like everyone else."
  "Ah, okay. Tight lipped too. Well, I suggest that if you're going to hang out here that you find some place a little more secluded for the night. The best place is probably the old library; it's to the far east of this area. You can't miss it; it's an ugly old crumbling building with a bunch of broken windows surrounded by untended grounds."
  "Sounds much different than the other buildings I've seen here."
  "Well, they were supposed to tear it down or repurpose it when the new one got built decades ago, but it's just been crumbling into decay for many years now. Some say they keep it around for nostalgia purposes, others say it's cursed so it's best not to mess with it. Personally I think it was just a case of red tape and laziness."
  "Wait, cursed?"
  "Oh yeah. That's where the Great Lich Lord got his start centuries ago. You've never heard this story?"
  
  You shake your head, thinking back to how you ignored most of the tales of the evils of magic from Miss Olga and how that particular story was part of the reason for her views.
  
  "Oh, well it's a long tale, so I'll give you the short version. Basically the Great Lich Lord who nearly brought death to the world centuries before you were even born used to work there as a simple librarian. I guess he started looking a little too much at some of the dark magic tomes that happily used to be more accessible and getting ideas in his head. Then one day he just stopped coming into work. He was an isolated man of little importance in the scheme of things so he wasn't missed and just replaced."
  
  You listen with great interest as Big Red continues his story.
  
  "Well a few years later EVERYONE soon knew of him, because he'd amassed an army of undead like this world had never seen. Things were so grim for a while that my people were even brought in to help. That went about as well as it always does though." Big Red chuckles.
  "So...how was he beaten?" you ask.
  "Oh it was combination of several things, but I'd say vampires were his main downfall. The alliance he had with them just wasn't going to last. Sure they might be undead, but those biped leeches need the living in order to survive. Realizing if he won, it would be a bad thing, the bloodsuckers came to their senses and basically assassinated the guy. And like with all things involving necromancy, if you kill the leader, you effectively eliminate the entire problem."
  "Wait. Vampires?"
  "Yeah. That's not one they really tell in most versions of the story mainly because the vamps themselves keep it that way as they continue to hide and play puppet master to human governments. Oh sure there's stories of so called heroes ultimately bringing him down, but they were vampires and they were saving their own undead asses."
  "Wouldn't something like that for something so important be more well known?"
  "By who girl? All the people that managed to survive the Dead War died long ago of natural causes by now. Even elves as long lived as they are and I doubt if even most of them knew what was really going on. Humans dominate the world with their pitiful life spans and even more pitiful memories of what came before, so with the vampires manipulating shit, the truth is theirs to control. Still, even immortality is no cure for short sightedness."
  
  Big Red suddenly looks as if he's not completely focused on the conversation.
  
  "What do you mean?" you ask.
  "Nothing. Anyway, just be careful where you step in that library and you should be fine." Big Red says.
  "And you're claiming this is a good place for me to go to?"
  "I didn't claim it was a good place, I'm saying it's the best place to go if you don't want to draw attention."
  "You seem eager for me to go there."
  "Look Catalina, I'm just making a suggestion. The choice is yours if you want to sleep there or not. I mean you could take your chances and just find one of the couches in one of the study areas to crash on, but if you're found sleeping in a more public area, someone might question it and you don't want to suddenly find yourself grabbed by Nuro college security while you're dozing."
  
  You step back again.
  
  "How did you know my name?" you ask.
  "You told me." He says with complete confidence.
  "No I didn't."
  "Pretty sure you did, but in any case, I need to get back to business, I'm sure some of the usual crowd are going to want their hobgoblin hashish soon and I can't have a little moppet like you lurking about, so away with you."
  
  Big Red waves you away as if you're an annoyance.
  
  Your first encounter with a demon and you can say that while it wasn't an overly threatening experience, you're a little unnerved by it a bit. Big Red seemed like he was helping you, but confusing you at the same time. You wonder if all his kind are like that.
  
  And you are most definitely certain that you did not tell him your name. Maybe he can read minds?
  
  In any case, he's still correct in the choice is ultimately yours if you want to spend the night as the abandoned library or not.
  
  > sleep elsewhere
  Yeah, you're not following this demon's advice. You'll take your chances sacking out in one of the student study areas.
  
  Doesn't actually take you long to find a relatively secluded area, which doesn't even have anyone hanging out at it. You find a sofa and make yourself comfortable. You don't go to sleep right away due to expecting someone to bother you, but eventually your tiredness wins out.
  
  You sleep for quite awhile and when you wake up you find that nothing has happened. It's morning and there's still nobody even in this room. Not too bad for the first night.
  
  The spend the rest of the day learning the layout of the university. You still maintain a low profile though as there's no reason to be foolish. One of your major stops though is the library (and not the abandoned one Big Red told you to sleep in).
  
  This is going to be the first step to your expanded knowledge of magic. You can probably easily read through a few books in a quiet part of the library or even nab a few of the books if needed.
  
  Days...weeks...months pass?
  
  You actually aren't sure how much time has gone by. Things are hazy as you're constantly on the move trying to sneak about trying to keep a low profile yet not really having a "place" to rest for a long period of time.
  
  Sleeping in empty classrooms, bathroom stalls, under bleachers or even maintenance closets might keep a low profile, but it's not very comfortable and you wake up achy every time you do it. Which in turn makes studying any sort of magic without proper rest a bit more of a chore.
  
  Sleeping in study areas hasn't been without drawbacks either. Granted, you try to be careful with picking one, but you can't do it flawlessly all the time and there's been more than one occasion where you've awakened to others being in the room with you.
  
  Most of the time they're just students that ignore you. At most you might get some odd looks (as you do walking on campus sometimes) but there's been on more than one occasion that someone much older, probably faculty has actually awakened you asking who you are.
  
  You've managed to lie a few times saying you're the little sister of one of the students here and that you either got lost or your older sibling said they would be right back.
  
  The lies vary as needed, and while you're fairy good at thinking them up and evading further questioning, the truth is, you're becoming more noticeable.
  
  And eventually the day comes where your presence is no longer ignored. You've stolen enough books from the library and sacked out in the open enough that even the campus guards start putting things together.
  
  You barely manage to wake up in time to see several campus guards along with a member of the faculty heading towards the couch you're sleeping on.
  
  You don't think, you just cast a blast of flame at the group, but one of them simply waves her hand up to block your attack. You turn to run only to feel frozen in place. You can't move at all no matter how hard you try.
  
  The stern looking female professor approaches you and motions the guards to rummage through your backpack, which of course has stolen library books.
  
  "So the little thief thinks she's also a wizard eh? What other powers do you believe you have?" she asks.
  
  You say nothing.
  
  "Come now, I just froze your body, you can still speak. In fact you better start doing so before your frozen state becomes permanent."
  
  You still say nothing and just focus on her.
  
  "The university takes a dim view on stolen property and an even dimmer view on attacking staff. Answer me now and you MIGHT only escorted off the campus and delivered to the nearest juvenile detention center."
  
  You focus; trying tap into that darkness that you know is in you. And it's not just pretty balls of flame or flashes of energy.
  
  The professor continues to drone on about how much trouble you're in, but soon she's going to know just how much trouble she's in...
  
  And that's when her nose starts to bleed. She then reels back in pain and feels her face which if she could see, she'd probably be more horrified. As it stands she sees how withered her hands are and that's enough to break her concentration allowing you to get free.
  
  "Nec..NECROMANCER! STOP HER!" she cries as you make a break for the closest door.
  
  You make a good run for it, but ultimately your actions of casting necromantic magic has made you an even bigger threat. The college wastes no time raising an alarm of the situation and it isn't long before the entire city is on lockdown making even escape impossible.
  
  Though you aren't a fugitive for long as eventually you are captured. Due to your age however, you aren't killed (even if there was some long debate about doing that too) you're instead taken to some sort of asylum.
  
  You're defiant the entire time, but eventually you're given a shot of something placed under sort of drug or spell, which completely clears your mind. You no longer think about magic or anything really.
  
  They've completely lobotomized you.
  
  Or so they think.
  
  You still see it in your mind. The darkness. The death. It's all still there. They can't stop it. It's coming. Turning you into a turnip has failed. You'll get out of here at some point and that's when it'll really get fun.
  
  You see visions of gravewings flutter before you and then everything goes black.
  
  You look around and find yourself back in the present, whatever that means in a place like this.
  
  Well that wasn't exactly pleasant. Certainly wasn't how your life went thankfully. Still, getting thrown into an asylum is definitely something that could have happened had you not been as careful.
  
  After a bit of reflection on what just happened, you realize you'll have to try again to reconnect later. When will that be? You never can tell.
  
  But it'll happen again. You'll reunite with your beloved.
  
  It's only a matter of time.