Perseus Dagger was no idiot, but right now he was starting to wonder about himself. Deep within the maze on the outskirts of Magnolia and near the grand autumn equinox festival, the poor young man had been wandering around...for hours. Countless people had come and gone, laughing and having a good time. He could tell because he'd run into everyone that came in at least twice, then suddenly they were gone and new people were here! If he tried to follow them, he swore as soon as they turned a corner out of his sight the rows of corn shifted and they were gone! His hand-held GPS was no help, nor was his iLac. All the signals were scrambled. In fact, when he'd used both a small drone with a sophisticated sonar-type mapping system, it'd acted as if its electrical pulses were scrambled. So essentially, unless all his tech had had simultaneous catastrophic failures, the magic on this maze was preventing the efforts of the non-magical navigating their ways out.
His mood soured like it always did when he considered the benefits of people with magic. No doubt, somehow all these maze-challengers could sense magic. Even if he could conjure no physical manifestation of magic, just to have that extra sensory capability would be invaluable. Mismatched hues narrowed and he internally chided himself. No, he couldn't blame every difficult scenario on being magicless or claim that people who had it were simply better. He'd just have to invent something that would allow him to sense what they did. Just a bit of research and elbow grease. Until he found a way to get his own magical power, he'd just replicate everything with technology.
But all of that was neither here nor there. Magic or no, his feet were tired and his nerves were frayed. Why couldn't he just find his way out? The frustration was building. He'd broken down and called for help, admitting failure and wanting to be escorted out, but no one came. That had been two hours ago. Would he be left in here all night? The defeat by something as lame as an autumn festival maze was a pretty huge dent in his already fragile ego, leading to a hot, frustrated tear forming in his right eye. The other eye, the one with all the scarring around it, hadn't regained its ability to produce tears yet, if it ever would. "Ugh!" he growled, smacking at the joke mirror he'd just run into at a dead end. It was meant to make him laugh, distorting his image to that of a squatty dwarf, but all it did was taunt him. What was he gonna do? All he'd wanted to do was come here and blow off some steam, maybe make a new friend. But instead, he'd been thrown into cornfield purgatory where he couldn't even burn his way out of the obnoxious stalks!
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His mood soured like it always did when he considered the benefits of people with magic. No doubt, somehow all these maze-challengers could sense magic. Even if he could conjure no physical manifestation of magic, just to have that extra sensory capability would be invaluable. Mismatched hues narrowed and he internally chided himself. No, he couldn't blame every difficult scenario on being magicless or claim that people who had it were simply better. He'd just have to invent something that would allow him to sense what they did. Just a bit of research and elbow grease. Until he found a way to get his own magical power, he'd just replicate everything with technology.
But all of that was neither here nor there. Magic or no, his feet were tired and his nerves were frayed. Why couldn't he just find his way out? The frustration was building. He'd broken down and called for help, admitting failure and wanting to be escorted out, but no one came. That had been two hours ago. Would he be left in here all night? The defeat by something as lame as an autumn festival maze was a pretty huge dent in his already fragile ego, leading to a hot, frustrated tear forming in his right eye. The other eye, the one with all the scarring around it, hadn't regained its ability to produce tears yet, if it ever would. "Ugh!" he growled, smacking at the joke mirror he'd just run into at a dead end. It was meant to make him laugh, distorting his image to that of a squatty dwarf, but all it did was taunt him. What was he gonna do? All he'd wanted to do was come here and blow off some steam, maybe make a new friend. But instead, he'd been thrown into cornfield purgatory where he couldn't even burn his way out of the obnoxious stalks!
[WC: 487]