Cast

The Wizard had many wards in place to guard his tower.

So when the figure appeared in his bedroom, either his wards were imperfect, which obviously was impossible, or this being was extremely powerful.

The figure looked around until the saw The Wizard, and extended a hand out.

"Me! I mean, You! But you're Me! From the past! What's the date?"

The Wizard raised an eyebrow.

"7th of Winterfall, 1422."

The figure froze.

"1422? Did you misspeak?"

"No. It's 1422."

"But... I went forward? How? And why don't you remember this?"

"Oh I do." The Wizard said, casting Localised Firebolt.

A Sort Of Victory

Behind me, I heard the sound of his armor shifting as he took a battle stance.

I waited a moment in a vain hope that he'd attack some foe I couldn't sense. But no attack was forthcoming, and I knew he was waiting for me to turn around. So I spoke without doing so.

"All this time, and now you turn on me?"

"Turn around!"

"Just tell me why, please. I deserve-"

"You deserve nothing, but I'll give you an honorable death! Turn around!"

"No. You attack me from behind if you're-"

I felt the blade, and his honor vanish. 

Cave Of Fear

There's a cave up the mountain, where the children of the tribe were sent to become adults. Inside the cave, each child would face that which scared them the most. The air got into them and they saw the fears.

For the most part, that would be death, be it of their loved ones, or themselves. There was also those who got destruction, those who cared about the tribe, the world.

But those who had other fears, those were the ones we watched carefully. Unless their biggest fear was themselves. Those never came back down again.

Mysterious ways, you understand.

Self-Fixing Universe

As soon as we developed time travel that worked backwards, the debates began about what would happen if we tried to change history. Our first subtle attempts seemed to indicate a self-fixing universe, or possibly a predestined one, given that trying to alter a result seemed instead to confirm it.

But the discussions were long about how we could test things without risking everything, until Dr Jackson grabbed a gun and went back to shoot his grandfather.

When Dr Johnson returned with a story of the gunshot magically hitting someone other than his grandfather, we settled on the predestined theory.

Site Update

So just a heads up, in a few weeks I'm going to be going through a pretty massive upheaval in my life. I'll be moving, with a change in my living conditions, and all the other changes that come with such a huge change. I'm prepared, or at least as prepared as I can be, but there may well be periods of inactivity as I focus on trying to make this all go smoothly. Just a heads up.

...

That's it. 

This isn't a Drabble, this is a real thing. I mean, just count the number of words.

Wait...

God dammit. 

Opponent Types

My Teacher watched as I worked on our garden, as he began to ramble, as he was want to do.

"Most of the people you will face on the field of battle will fall into one of these types.

Those that wish to die, they are easy to fight, just give them assistance in their wish.

Those that wish to defend, they are easy to not fight, you leave the thing they are defending alone.

Those that wish to win, they can be difficult if their skill matches their determination.

Those that wish to get paid, just pay them more."

Tonight's Result

Tonight isn't the solution to everything. I know that. A single election isn't going to fix everything, or even change that much, at least immediately. I know that.

A cynic will point out all the ways the new government sucks, how they're barely any better than the other people. A realist will say the same thing, just in different language.

All of this is true, and I accept it.

But the thing is, no matter how small and insignificant this step is, it's still a step in the right direction. 

And therefore, it's a start. And that's still worth celebrating.