Day Thirty (I checked a calendar)
Dear Diary,
Guess what? I made it!
When we last left my life, I was about to lean into ley magic until I died or passed out.
Passed out looks to be the winning option.
After the pain, I wake up to find myself sprawled on my back on a stretch of green grass. A familiar sign looms nearby.
Welcome to Glover’s Hollow. Population 1400.
Once again, I’ve returned to this same spot. No complaints, though. I’m alive and no longer floating in blue space.
This is a good day.
For a long time, I just lay on my back and feel completely wrung out. Every inch of me feels empty.
Eventually I run a quick check on my fae powers. Starting small, I try to shake out some fairy dust. Nope. Next I work to summon a sphere of power. That doesn’t happen either. Seems like
