A knock was heard at the door and the Maregician stopped channeling energy into the crystal sphere he was holding. Upon answering the insistent knocking, a wide-grinned figure graced him, accompanied by a tip of the stovepipe hat on their head. The Maregician arched a brow,  “What brings you here?” “I hope I didn’t interrupt you, but Mare there is an itch I need to scratch. Who better to scratch it for me,” Death chuckled adjusting their hat. “I can bring the end, but I need you to be the creative fuel for the beginnings to come.” ____________________________________ It’s been difficult, friends. The rain hasn’t stopped and water has been…