<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">~Law Library - NYU Law~</span><br/>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b3/NYUlawlibrary.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ab/NYUlawlibrary2.jpg)</div><br/>The oldest law school in New York, NYU Law was built upon one hundred and eighty years of history. For most people, trapped within a single time that past was long gone. It remained maybe in a feel of weight to the place, an ancient stolid inertia that seemed to anchor this building as a survivor of so much or perhaps in the creak of the walls. Yet all that history wasn't gone, it stood side by side with the present like pages in a book. Shadows of the past stirred invisibly in that university. Some benign, almost two centuries of students sitting in desperate study and revision, seeking some insight into law in the books that had always surrounded this room. Other shadows were darker though, a spill of blood across the floor at the base of the stairs, the shadowy flickers of some horrific creature flitting from corner to corner and a desperate struggle.<br/><br/>The future was uncertain, always subject to change and only some faint shape of the paragraphs existed on the next pages of the book. Destiny was a fickle force and one that could not truly determine the future, only lend a certain probability of outcome and a nudge to events. Yet one thing from the future was much more certain, a brighter thread. Invisibly glowing through the room was a thread running all through the library and out the gate. It was the path of a Mystery Play, the path that someone would walk between this world and the world of Arcadia. A path that would show someone the forgotten past, the mysteries of the present and the vague uncertainty of the future. That glowing path waited, endlessly patient and outside of time. It waited for someone to finally see it.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fe/Jamiebell.jpg)</div>Jared wandered the city alone as he frequently did. He walked aimlessly and without any plans for the future. He had lost those when he had lost his brother Dale.<br/><br/>His younger brother had been far too young to die. Jared found it hard to bear the guilt sometimes, even though it had been his little brother who had dragged him out on this crusade. Dale had been so peaceful and innocent once, before his eyes had been opened and before he awakened into the world of magic. When Dale had seen the dark things lurking in the shadows of mankind's civilization, when his mage's sight had punched through the masks that the monsters used to hide themselves from everyone's sight everything had changed. The peaceful young boy, convinced that his magic had been given to him for some purpose had turned to the Adamantine Arrows. They had taught him that magic was a weapon, one that could be used to confront the darkness in the world.<br/><br/>It was almost the opposite for Jared, he had grown up more troubled than his brother and found much more violence and strife in his life. Yet he had learned a different truth when he'd awakened. He'd learned that magic was a precious living thing, a fragile power that was demeaned by using it as a mere weapon. Some called the Mysterium a cult, and yet it had taught him a deep respect for magic and helped a troubled young man find peace. He had once wanted to set aside violence for good, holding to his promise not to fight again... until his brother had needed him. Seeing Dale throw himself into battle after battle, Jared had followed after him time and again. More times than he could count Jared had wielded the power of the Life Arcanum, to heal broken bones and mend torn flesh after Dale had thrown himself into the fight once again.<br/><br/>Some injuries were beyond magic. No spell could cure death, that much was for sure.<br/><br/>Without any plans for his destination Jared wound up at the same place he always did, standing outside the gates of the NYU Law School. He wondered if tonight was the night that he would find the courage to go inside again. He wondered if he could confront the place where his brother had died, where Jared had found the limits of his healing magic at last and watched the blood of his brother's last breath spill from his lips. He shook slightly at the memory, gathering his coat tight around himself as though the shaking was just from the winter air. No... tonight would be another night where he would stand outside the building, trapped in his own memories and anchored by the heavy weight of the past. He didn't need his brother's gift for prophecy to see that future.