Chapter 3. Void

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I stared at the wrinkled newspaper in my hand, a knot in the pit of my stomach. I closed my eyes, drawing on… whatever it was my magic stemmed from - used to stem from - but nothing happened, just the splitting pain in my head. Like I had suspected.

 

I tossed the paper to the ground, instead turning my thoughts inward: to what precisely went on in whatever comatose state in which I had found myself. I would need to think through this logically. Well, as logical as a maniacal voice wanting to “play a game” or whatever it had said.

 

So. One. I had collapsed on the ground in a blue light whilst convulsing. Two, while in a state of unconsciousness, I found myself in another place - in my imagination, or perhaps in someone else’s, or what else I did not know. Three, I could no longer use my magic, presumably from the entity in the dream world which stated I needed to learn something. Four, I had absolutely no idea what was happening, and five, the dull throb in the back of my head was really started to become a hassle, especially with the rapidly forming dark spots in the corners of my eyes.

 

I sighed, rubbing at my closed eyes. This was really not how I wanted to be spending my day - though really, there wasn’t much else I could do, given that I couldn’t exactly teach magic, as I couldn’t DO magic.

Exhaling, I opened my eyes - then closed them again, and opened them once more just to be sure I wasn’t insane. Not that aforementioned actions would help identify insanity, but still. “Shit.” I murmured.

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