The white walls fall flat to reveal a red room. Or is it just an illusion? Perhaps I'm still in the same room and someone simply switched the lights out, like those pens with multiple colours of ink.
"Are you always going to be like this?" the same voice asks. "We don't have all day, you know."
I search the voice out. It's coming from the middle of the room. She's sitting on a chair, her head bowed, left leg over the right, hands clasped and dressed in a red robe.
"Who are you?"
"I'm the red wand."
"What does that mean exactly?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
"So I just call you the red wand?"
"I prefer Qira."
"Okay, Qira. What now?"
She stands abruptly. I brace myself for anything; a slap, kiss, hug; whatever. But Qira simply walks over and stands before me in silence. Then, without warning, she throws her hood back. Inhale. Exhale. Now I'm staring at my own reflection, with the exception of what can only be described as rainbow-coloured eyes. Rainbow-coloured eyes built like a crossword puzzle with words already written in. I step back. She grabs my hands.
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NINE TIME MACHINES: Do you want to undo your entire life on planet earth?
FantasyThere is a war coming! In it, Lilith and the impostor God must battle for all human minds on earth. But one girl can stand in the gap for all humanity. However, to prove worthy for this feat, Mary must begin shadow work to take the mark upon herself...
