This is a serial, the first part is HERE

Chapter 28: The Miracle of Life and Death

There was a small breeze in the tower, clearly there were several holes that weren’t present before. Still, the breeze was hardly strong enough to make the plants sway, but they did indeed sway to some unknown rhythm. Almost as if they were waving at Doctor Bones and Miss Fern.

“Why are they doing that doctor?”

-They’re welcoming me-

“Really?”

-Yes…- Doctor Bones said.

-Gives me some hope that I am who I think I am. Well, if they are welcoming me-

“Are you perhaps popular with plants Doctor Bones?” Miss Fern mused.

With his Ur-Chaotic Chameleon off, Doctor Bones’ appearance was clear to Miss Fern again. Some kind of weird skeleton with the bones of wings, and a horn sprouting from the forehead. She didn’t see the appeal, though she supposed that there was a lot of room to grow in around a fleshless skeleton.

-Aren’t you a plant too Miss Fern?-

“I don’t want to grow in your ribcage. It’d be too cramped”

-…I don’t think I want you growing in my ribcage either, why did you even bring that up…?-

They continued their inane chatter as they made their way through the medical foliage. No dire threat came to assault them, and they soon came to one of the doors of the library. Naturally it was overgrown with plants. Doctor Bones carefully dug the plants out, relocated or otherwise moved them aside.

“Oh my. I thought you were just going to tear them off!” Miss Fern chattered as Doctor Bones worked.

-We aren’t in a massive rush, so there’s not much point to causing trouble for these plants. Things can become undead, but once they’re truly dead, there’s no bringing them back-

“What about the Third Magic though?”

Among many beings aware of the uncounted dimensions, there’s a common line of thought. It goes like this;

There are three kinds of magic in all dimensions.

The First Magic, Law, the underpinning of a dimension.

The Second Magic, Delusion, where you deny reality, and bring forth distortion.

The Third Magic, Miracle.

There are those who believe in miracles, regardless of what form a dimension takes. There are who who claim to have seen the Third Magic. The Miracle does not come from the self, like Delusion, nor is it tied to the self, like Law.

Miracle comes from without. So it is said.

As to who brings forth the Third Magic, or what the magic even really is, there’s a lot of disagreement even among those who are sure it exists.

Some call it fate.

Some call it luck.

Some call it the act of an Ur-Creator, an Origin of Dimensions.

Some people call it a total cop-out

Many however in their most dire moments, in their worst moments, when all seems lost, hope for a Miracle.

Naturally considering the nature of Delusion and Miracle, some believe there is only one magic, that which is born from the laws of a dimension.

-The Miracle is, when on the edge to fall on the side of life instead of death. The true dead never return- Doctor Bones said.

Though as he said it, that fear raised its head. Was it his true belief about reality? Or was it something he had been conditioned? He could not wallow in that state. He refused to.

“Maybe the Third Magic is other people? After all, if you didn’t come along I’d have been stuck the way I was”

-You sure you aren’t a corn plant of some kind? Ah whatever. Door’s clear” Dr. Bones said opening it and walking through.

“Hmph, see if I ever show gratitude to you again, you bony meanie!” Miss Fern called after him before following him in.

As for what awaited them there…