Convictions: Change (Night 4-B)

Sofia unlocked her the door to her condo. “Sorry to drag you all the way out here.” She said as she swung the door open. “Well, welcome. Make yourself comfortable.”

“Thanks, and don’t worry about it.” Phil said walking in. “So this is the famous mug is itt?” Phil said picking up the mug that read SOPHIA in big, white, letter. “Did Maple ever say anything else about it? I mean this seems like a pretty big arrow to me, if…” Phil paused as Sofia stare at mug. She grabbed right out of his and chuck into the wall watching it shatter before closing her eyes.

“Sorry.” She stated now standing with her head hanging down. “She…” there was a long sigh before Sofia spoke again. “She mentioned that it was also going to be an obstacle. I guess I understand why now.”

“What...What’s supposed to mean? Phil asked staring at her. Did really did seem off beat for her.

“Sit down, please.” Sofia pointed to a barstool in her kitchen area and waited for Phil to comply before she continue. She grabbed something from her pantry and started boiling a pot of water. “Earth, Wind, Water, Fire, Light, Dark, Shadow and Soul. These are the eight as everyone knows.” The steam from the pot seem to be following instructing as she spoke, and formed each symbol as its element was say. “There once one was a bard, and a student of Soul. Who found himself performing with a master in Shadow. There was music, masks the tricks and mind games as everyone danced in aw of the stage. But that night the Shadow became dull and faint, because the bard tried to steal them away.” The smoke formed a musician playing his guitar, and a jester’s power slowly draining. “The bard found his music too boring to play when compared to the jester’s fantastical games. But the jester awoke and wrote a masterpiece that night, while the bard was found after losing a bar fight. ‘Let tell me you a story.’ the jester pleaded ‘on this path you’ll only be defeated.’ But the bard still enraged pulled on some strings, and call forth again the powers no one should bring. The world twisted day into night as every sound began to lose it life. Convince he had the jester new power depleted. The bard launched an attack he was sure couldn’t be defeated. But even with the jester steps on uneven, the bard found that the jester couldn’t be beaten. ‘Now please before it’s too late. Save yourself, and stop making fate’ But all the jester saw before the world returned, was the bard turned into a hideous urn. ‘Magic you see’ the jester proclaim. ‘prefers to keep a world free of fate, so don’t change the rules. For you’ll only fail if all of you have is the magic of Bal’stale.’” The smoke figures faded as Sofia dropped the last of her ingredients in. “In case, however, mister guitar player, your girlfriend appears to be one of the bards.”

“Wait, what? Sophia is doing this?! But…” There was a long pause as Sofia continued making soup.

“Listen.” Sofia started. “For my sake, at least do more of a Baron than an Obb here-” Phil’s head slammed down on to her counter, and she could only kind of understand the mutters. “Broken and… go back?” She questioned.

Phil sat upright. Only sort of the vargue of crying. He looked more defeated than anything else. “Everything in my life turns out to be broken. My parents we’re right, and I should go back.”

“No.” Sofia stated placing a bowl of soup next to him.

“Then what I should I do?!” Phil question as he banged his arms on the table.

“Oh, tally-cog, if I know.” Sofia stated taking a seat next to him with her own bowl. “But you’re gonna have to get through me, if you wanna do that other thing.”

“What do you even care?” Phil stated lost in his defeat.”You know me for like 4 days.”

“Your name is Phil. You were great friends with another Dark Mystic until your parents tried to say otherwise. You moved in with your aunt and uncle to avoid protesting despite being threatened to do otherwise. You still hang out with a large collection of non-humans knowing you were raised otherwise. You struggled to pick a girl knowing your parents would say otherwise. You haven’t settle down with said girlfriend despite a series of nightmares trying to say otherwise. Aaaanndd...” Sofia pondered.

“Okay, fine. What’s your point?” Phil stated.

“The point is you’ve been spending all this time listening to people telling you otherwise.” Sofia got up and hop into his lap. “When it seems to me like that’s what keeps breaking thing.”

“So.” Phil began. “Did I do too much of an Obb?”

Sofia chuckled. “You did a Phil, actually, so it was rather nice. Plus I don’t need a new counter.” Sofia got up. “Now eat your soup. I promise it’s better than the kind you humans make.” She left you to think, but you saw her occasionally peak in.

YOUR THINKING
-One change at a time for now (go to night 5-B)

-A few changes wouldn’t be that bad (go to night 5-A)