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withamagicwordBilly is tired and it has been a very long day.
He lays in his bed and tries to sleep. Sleep evades him, eludes him, and instead, thoughts fill him. This? Is not so good. He is fourteen and a half.
Fourteen and a half is a young age to be an important being.
Billy feels every inch of his age and more.
He carries so much these days that he sometimes feels buried under the weight of it.
He is... Billy Batson, boyfriend, son, brother, superhero, Wizard, Last Bastion of Ninth Age Magic and Order, Captain Marvel, and somewhere in there, he is supposed to be growing up and learning how to be a man.
And all he feels is weighed down, driven down, buried.
Everything takes so much effort and time, and nothing seems to last. Every effort he makes seems to last less and less time. He hasn't seen his girlfriend, in Rock time, in months and it has been even longer since he has seen his foster mom and dad, or his blood sister, Mary. He feels like a terrible son, a terrible brother. He knows, even so, that he cant leave the Rock, except to go to Milliways inbetween moments, or else all hell will break loose... or wild hellish magic... if there is a difference.
And everything is... how is he supposed to know what to do about anything? Even the wisdom of Solomon only stretched so far. He is a fourteen year old boy and he is stretched to his limits and beyond.
Billy is tired.
But sleep is far away and so is everything else right now.
Billy stares upwards and thinks and sighs.
Another long night.
He lays in his bed and tries to sleep. Sleep evades him, eludes him, and instead, thoughts fill him. This? Is not so good. He is fourteen and a half.
Fourteen and a half is a young age to be an important being.
Billy feels every inch of his age and more.
He carries so much these days that he sometimes feels buried under the weight of it.
He is... Billy Batson, boyfriend, son, brother, superhero, Wizard, Last Bastion of Ninth Age Magic and Order, Captain Marvel, and somewhere in there, he is supposed to be growing up and learning how to be a man.
And all he feels is weighed down, driven down, buried.
Everything takes so much effort and time, and nothing seems to last. Every effort he makes seems to last less and less time. He hasn't seen his girlfriend, in Rock time, in months and it has been even longer since he has seen his foster mom and dad, or his blood sister, Mary. He feels like a terrible son, a terrible brother. He knows, even so, that he cant leave the Rock, except to go to Milliways inbetween moments, or else all hell will break loose... or wild hellish magic... if there is a difference.
And everything is... how is he supposed to know what to do about anything? Even the wisdom of Solomon only stretched so far. He is a fourteen year old boy and he is stretched to his limits and beyond.
Billy is tired.
But sleep is far away and so is everything else right now.
Billy stares upwards and thinks and sighs.
Another long night.
