[Mage]

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A new mage I'm working on, with luck coming in to play very soon.

There is a certain type of freedom in putting the power of choice in to someone, or something, else’s hands. She remembered reading about the experiments where people were asked to do things by men in white coats, like administer electric shocks to other people or to animals, and they did. They went further than they would have under their own volition because someone in authority told them to. They didn’t hold back, they weren’t confined by doubt or fear. But the decision wasn’t theirs at all. What if all the decisions were theirs but the final judgement was in the hands of an unquestionable power? Finally, perfect freedom.

 

She felt the old rush of excitement as she ordered the possibilities, some given much higher possibilities than others and prepared for the answer.

 

“What should I do tonight?”

 

The dice rolled across the table, clattering to a gradual stop and glaring up at her. A 6. The option she’d given the least possibility, the option she’d had a vague dread of appearing.

 

“It’s a very long way to go, you know,” she muttered idly to the die, “but your will be done.”

 

Perfect freedom. She smiled to herself as she started packing clothes and things the die decided, and to think; without her die odds were good she’d have just went to the club tonight, or written some more work, but the die said to head to go travelling so it’s will be done.