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Content	in courage or in flight teenage Ma'ar has a magical accident on his way to Tantara and ends up in an Earth hospital ICU Kiyamvir Ma'ar small-and-alone Swimmer963 Ma'ar is lost. ...Technically he hasn't known where he was since the second day on foot leaving the Clan Kiyam lands in the Plains, but he's more lost than that now. He thinks he should be past the border with Tantara now, and one step closer to the mysterious Urtho's Tower where he can learn to read and to use his magic, but this stupid forest seems to stretch on forever. There's a light ahead, not visible to his eyes but glowing to mage-sight. Some kind of powerful magical artifact... Is it a permanent Gate? He's heard of them. If he can figure out how it works, maybe he can get all the way to Urtho's Tower in one step. No more nights sleeping out in the open, or trying to attach himself to merchant caravans and mercenary companies, no more opportunities for unpleasant strange men to try to touch him - Ma'ar spends a while cautiously examining it, but he's too impatient - and hungry - for that much caution. The magic doesn't want to obey him, it's - like there's a metaphorical lock and he doesn't have the key - but he does know how to pick real locks, sort of, and maybe he can figure out how to pick this magic lock... On the third try, something changes, and Ma'ar seizes his opportunity and flings himself through the Gate - - he's falling through something that isn't quite space or time - - and then he's landing hard on asphalt, an unfamiliar black not-stone under his hands and knees, the night lit by orange streetlamps and neon casino signs. He has about three seconds to look around at the glass-and-metal-and-brick strangeness of downtown Reno, Nevada, in awe and amazement - and some faint confusion, he knew Tantara was incredible but this place is also kind of ugly - and then the drunk driver of a pickup truck, who did not at all see the scrawny underfed fourteen-year-old boy crouched in the middle of an intersection, and slams into him and there's a blaze of pain and then nothing. The ambulance is there within about three minutes, by which point a crowd of bystanders has formed around the now-unconscious young boy sprawled in the middle of the street.
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Ma'ar is lost.

...Technically he hasn't known where he was since the second day on foot leaving the Clan Kiyam lands in the Plains, but he's more lost than that now. He thinks he should be past the border with Tantara now, and one step closer to the mysterious Urtho's Tower where he can learn to read and to use his magic, but this stupid forest seems to stretch on forever.

There's a light ahead, not visible to his eyes but glowing to mage-sight. Some kind of powerful magical artifact... Is it a permanent Gate? He's heard of them. If he can figure out how it works, maybe he can get all the way to Urtho's Tower in one step. No more nights sleeping out in the open, or trying to attach himself to merchant caravans and mercenary companies, no more opportunities for unpleasant strange men to try to touch him -

Ma'ar spends a while cautiously examining it, but he's too impatient - and hungry - for that much caution. The magic doesn't want to obey him, it's - like there's a metaphorical lock and he doesn't have the key - but he does know how to pick real locks, sort of, and maybe he can figure out how to pick this magic lock...

On the third try, something changes, and Ma'ar seizes his opportunity and flings himself through the Gate -

- he's falling through something that isn't quite space or time -

- and then he's landing hard on asphalt, an unfamiliar black not-stone under his hands and knees, the night lit by orange streetlamps and neon casino signs.

He has about three seconds to look around at the glass-and-metal-and-brick strangeness of downtown Reno, Nevada, in awe and amazement - and some faint confusion, he knew Tantara was incredible but this place is also kind of ugly - and then the drunk driver of a pickup truck, who did not at all see the scrawny underfed fourteen-year-old boy crouched in the middle of an intersection, and slams into him and there's a blaze of pain and then nothing.

The ambulance is there within about three minutes, by which point a crowd of bystanders has formed around the now-unconscious young boy sprawled in the middle of the street.