That's So Wizard

Chapter 46 - The White Rabbit

It was an unusually warm afternoon compared to the norm, though a chilly breeze still made itself present on occasion, and the ground was covered in snow. Daveon, cornered between an infatuated girl, her muscle-head boyfriend, and a brick wall, thought moreso about his existential dilemmas than the matter at hand. They were problems beyond the situation.

"What do you have to say for yourself, huh?" barked the man looming over him.

In one of his hands he gripped the small remains of a chocolate bar still its wrapper. He bit down into the treat, and swallowed it down as he tossed the trash to the ground.

"Sorry. I wasn't paying attention just now," Daveon replied.

"Oh that's it. You're dea—"

As he lunged at Daveon, the man's foot caught on a root that he swore wasn't there a moment before. He slammed his cheek against the snow as the druid backed away.

Daveon knew he couldn't be too open with his spells, though he also knew that without magic eyes, these two wouldn't be able to notice most of what he could do. Though he wasn't as skilled as Eldrian with tricky, trippy magic, he wasn't green either—only in another sense of the word.

He could do anything to them, even kill them, but he never would. The fact of the matter is that he could, which is not something he often thought about. It's presumably the reason wizards are erased from history. He followed a wizard to Canada to find his place, and to do good, but the more he thought about it, the less he knew what that even meant. Perhaps the succubus wasn't evil. She could have been. But again, so could he.

The man pulled himself up with a red face, and he let loose a gigantic sneeze. There, near his face-print in the snow, was a white bunny wiggling its nose.

"I'b allergic to rabbids," he muttered. "I love dem, but dey gib me de sniffles real bad. You'll pay for dis."

"I'm getting really tired of this. I wasn't hitting on your girlfriend, all right? I'm just on a walk. Now leave me alone, and I'll leave you alone," Daveon retorted.

"Too late for dat!" He sneezed a few more times.

As he neared Daveon to attack, he sneezed again and again. His reaction started taking him over completely, to the point of him being unable to confront the druid any longer. His nose was vibrant red, and his eyes were trickling water down his face.

"I've got too much to think about to deal with this," Daveon said as he turned, stuffed his hands into his coat pockets, and began to walk away. "And pick up your garbage. Don't litter."

The sneezing man turned at the sound of his girlfriend gasping in surprise. He squinted through his teary eyes to gaze in terror at an army of at least two dozen white rabbits marching to his position. It was like an ocean of white fluff balls.

"What de hell!" the man cried out as he fled from the bunnies as fast as he could.

***

Deena's face was barely visible behind the fluffy hood of her puffy, thick winter coat. It was black, of course, and it was worn along with gloves and boots, which was more than required given where she was. It was nearly impossible to see any long distance through the blizzard, and each step brought snow past her ankles. All around her were mountains, as well as where she stood. It was far from civilization.

The witch had travelled to the Alps all on her lonesome. She shivered, even with her layers, but she was fortunately near her destination. A concave shape into the mountainside sheltered her partially from the snow, and to any normal person, it would be nothing more than how it appeared.