How I imagine Xyris got the ability to use their magic   What in the absolute fuck was that Xyris thought after finally crashing down onto the bed they struggled to get. Thinking back, it was the first bed they’ve managed to get in a while. It was nicer than they remembered it being and just stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours. Deciding not to sleep just yet, Xyris got up and saw the one thing they took from the last battle they managed to escape from. There was no reason to take it but, as dumb as it sounds, it felt like it was calling her attention. It wasn’t shiny or detailed in any way, it just looked like an oddly shaped stone or maybe a statue that was chipped away at for a long time. Turning around in their hands, she kept noticing more and more little details. Some cracks here and there, a bit of a polished spot or two, a hole that could fit a needle through it. Then they noticed a not so small cut on their hand that wasn’t there before… but there was no blood coming out. Almost like looking at the cut was some kind of trigger, it felt like whatever was exposed was on fire. Soon that pain moved from just one spot on their hand all the way down the rest of their arm. As soon as the pain started moving its way up, it felt like there was no stopping it. It was like it was trying to consume her in a wave of excruciating agony, and seemingly it had seconds after it started. This agony was worse than anything they had experienced. Xyris tried to move but all they could do was open their mouth and try to scream. They wanted to scream but their body just couldn’t. Something inside them was burning, not that they could really feel enough to tell what it was. Holy mother, may you judge me to be worthy was all they could think in the end. Who knows how long it had been and then the burning had moved from inside of their to their skin. Apparently at some point they started crying, which made its way from tears to blood. Where the blood fell, it felt like their skin was ripped apart as fast as it touched her skin. Once the blood made its way off of her face, the pain started to subside enough for them to move just a little bit. Slowly the pain turned into… well they couldn’t tell. The closest they could think of was noise. Like every movement they made came with their body screaming at them. She soon realized that the noise was something moving inside them. Ignoring it as much as they could, they picked themself up and went to the small mirror in the room. They cleaned up the blood that was still left on her face and saw scars left in the exact shape that the blood had fallen in, and to be honest like they were permanently crying. They checked their hand again after remembering the cut and it was still there and still very open. There was still no blood coming out but it was like the blood had a mind of its own and was still moving like there was no cut there. The biggest shock was that she could feel the flow and direction of it. The more she thought about how that has never happened before and what should have happened, the more her blood seemed to conform to it. Eventually she thought about how she just didn’t want to deal with the cut and it started healing itself as fast as it possibly could. There was no sign that there were any cuts on their hand but the ability to feel the movement of her blood stayed. She didn’t know how she was going to use this but at least she made it out alive and relatively unscathed. They can’t get rid of me just yet was the last thought they had before they fell asleep for the night.

Trial: adding amber ichor as a fertilizer   Subjects: Agaricus bisporus(cremini), Amanita muscaria (fly agaric), Warped fungus, and                      Crimson Fungus   Mediums: mud, dirt and coarse dirt       There were two different amounts of amber ichor were used on all subject types in mud, dirt, and coarse dirt. Both amounts were mixed thoroughly. Trails     Day 0: all subjects were put into each of the mediums and were given as close to ideal            conditions as possible if the given space.   Day 1: All subjects in the mud seem to have too much water intake, are more dull in color, and            overall feel softer to the touch than they should. All other subjects seem to have not           changed in quality   Day 2: All subjects in the mud seem to be decomposing much quicker than they normally            should. The subjects in the coarse dirt with the higher amount of amber ichor appear to            be close to the condition of the subjects in the mud but there doesn’t seem to be much of a reason why this happened within the last 24 hours .   Day 5: After leaving all remaining subjects in a closed dark space, all subjects with the larger            amount of amber ichor has started to decay. It should be good for the soil but it seems like the amber ichor have sped up only that process   Day 10: The remaining subjects in the coarse dirt have completely decayed. Of the remaining              the warped fungus and the crimson fungus have started to lose color and are becoming              unable to hold up their own weight. The cremini and the fly agaric are growing extremely             well and has kept growing as they should   Day 14: The only remaining subjects are the cremini and fly agaric but there have been a few              changes to them since I last checked. They have a faint glow while in the dark and have              changed color quite a lot. The cremini has gone from a brown to a reddish-purple color              and the fly agaric has gone from a bright red with white spots to magenta with what              looks to be almost a seafoam green color.