Thawne's Creek has never been normal. Even before the rise of civilization, or even before the rise of the first person, This relatively small patch of land has always been a hotspot for the weird and unexplainable. You don't have to take my word for it though, just look at them.
Akeila: I mean it's dramatic but...I don't have to say it.
Mumbles the "group leader" crossing her left leg over her right. The big magic book open in her lap, resting on the side of the table as she sits bending the corner of the summoner's page, blacklight held high in her other hand. Her claim was followed by the tired groans of her sister.
Aasma: You think you gon' be able to summon a god with a chant and no offering?
However, the "Wizard God" himself isn't afraid to show his lack of patience as he goes to play in her hair, stating:
Walter: It's private business, but I needed you guys to come wearing all of your artifacts because I can channel the magic from them! I know it's gonna work I just need a little help. Akeila, did you decode the chant?"
Akeila: Yea, but I wouldn't-
Walter: hell yeah!
Aasma groans picking her head up off the table as Walter fumbles over himself. Gaining his footing he bolts for the door and bursts through it to a sky bathed in pinks, purples, and oranges, accompanied only by the sound of crickets and the flashing conversations of nearby bugs, there's a certain feeling the crisp breeze gives when it mixes with the warm summer air that just puts you at ease. This beautiful evening marks the beginning to the junior summer break. As the girls catch up with him and set up the circle behind Wilde's Diner, Aasma crouches down, tucking her knees to her chest and bundling up in her oversized hoodie, wishing she wore a shirt.
Aasma: Do your thing Magic Boy.
Walter: Of course my love.
Aasma groans again. The sisters begin putting on all manor of cursed jewelry and wielding blessed weapons, though its not like they have many, Walter prays it's enough. With the book in the middle of the circle, he's more than willing to do the honors. A deep breath and an almost blindsiding amount of voice work later, he croaks:
Walter: Cursed eyes that whisper lies of red skies and stolen breath, Ancients rise above all lives to command the tides, drown to death.
This wakes Aasma up more than before, as she turns her head side to side, frantically searching for this "Us" Walter seemed to be referencing, but before she's able to mouth a word something catches her eye that Akeila had already taken notice to, but it still happens too fast for anyone to react. From the sky falls a silhouette of another teen boy, body smoking and emitting a blue glow as it slams through the top (then the floor) of the middle train car on the tracks by the diner. Completely abandoning the circle, the trio rush to the train car and perch on the remains, looking into the smoking crater at a surprisingly in tact body. They stare over the site for a while before zipping each other confused and unsure looks.
Akeila: Ok, wait, y'all back up, I got him.
Akeila tries and fails to lift the boy from a distance. No matter how hard she tries she can't get him to rise. She goes to pick up a garbage can in front of the diner and the band on her finger turns a glowing magenta color, the garbage can goes flying into the grass with ease??? Why isn't her ring working on him? Aasma, noticing her sister's struggle, scans the boy, and the area while she's at it.
Aasma: This dude is oozing psionic energy, like leaking it. This whole area's charged with it now, from the tracks all the way to the diner. Every time you try to lift him he just eats the energy from your ring... should we just pick him up?
That doesn't seem to go over well with the rest of the team, she tries to brainstorm but it all comes back to one place.
Aasma: Sam could take care of him, and suppress all this energy too, it's giving me a headache.
Akeila: I thought of that too but I didn't wanna bother him if it wasn't serious, you know he's usually busy. He could clean this up though I'm sure. OOOH, he might even let us borrow something!
Sam Daily...Well I guess I can't really explain him to you, but if he were on the scene it'd be taken care of for sure.
Walter: Here we go bro! You know you don't have to call him for every little thing, you know he banged an alien when you two were together?
Akeila: It's sad that you have to hate on him like that, that boy does not have beef with you and here you go talking down on his name, he ain't even here. *shakes her head* Plus Aasma, wasn't that whole alien thing a rumor, or did he really cheat on you with some alien???
Aasma: I'm going to say this one time.
Aasma took a fake breath to compose herself and wipe her fake tears
Aasma: It was one time.*fake sniff* and it was with the queen of Brax. *fake sniff again*
her normal tone returns.
Aasma: And I was there, now shhh!
Her sister mouths 'Period' after the last part as Aasma searches through her contacts but Walter immediately pipes back up.
Walter: That's cheating still, he cheated on you. He doesn't know how to treat you, I'm telling you I'm the way to go.
Akeila: Cuz period, Walter said he know how to treat a woman.
???: NRGH
Aasma: Akeila shut up, you date him then.
Akeila: Naw that's all you baby.
The boy begins to clutch his chest and lift into the air just as some thing zips it's way from the circle toward Aasma first.
Walter: I mean, I got a friend if y'all wanna-
???: AAAAAGRHHHH
Just then the boy violently explodes, the energy erasing the tracks, diner, and everything in a 150 foot radius, and for a while it's quiet again as shimmers of blue energy sparkle in the air... before quickly gathering and condensing, folding in on itself so much it exploded this time, leaving a round stone portal molded into the tracks/gravel/ ground. Now we really need Sam, for this portal houses the entirety of the wizard kids...and something else.
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Stein's Lament
General FictionThis is my one-shot book, as the self proclaimed one-shot kind I think it's a good idea to have one.
