Lainey froze. She couldn't respond. She barely heard the voice when it spoke; Part of her didn't want to understand what the voice was and who it belonged to. If she knew, the possibility could rip through her and she wouldn't be able to live with the mysterious figure's power eating away at her flesh. Her vision was blurry as rain pattering on windowpanes in the middle of a light drizzle, and it was not pretty. The cool sores still lumped on her feet and the ridges formed mountains of experiences, showcasing the world of stress pouring through her. The monster in front of her was almost unrecognizable. Surrounding both of them, the grey buildings flashed in and out of reality. The dark flame near her didn't do anything to warm her up from her paralysis and it stayed pointing south. As she struggled to find a way out of the paralysis, something tugged at her heartstrings. Dark hands protruded through her skin, grasping her eyes shut. The memories flooded through her mind.
Pure darkness flooded inside Lainey and laid itself in her front door to her membranes and greater consciousness. The vulgarity of the figure reminded Lainey of skeletons in a closet, a life she'd once had before, a shadow flicked across her entire planet. In the midst of it all, visions flicked inside her head and fashionable luxuries flashed in the whirlwind of her eyes forced shut by the calloused hands. First off, she was fighting for a just cause. Second off, she had wealth and that meant a wealthy circle of friends. After she left the magicians, all her wealth had been taken away except for the little left inside of her account. She was almost a loose end that needed to be cut off the tightrope, but she was living in a fantasy world. Some part of her desperately wanted to go back to the magicians, but she knew that she couldn't.
The problem was that she would always be Shadow Rider, whether she liked it or not. These faces linked together in a symphony of memories of the previous life which tickled her mind, and she tried to shut out the faces. In her mind's eye, Lainey was surrounded by thousands of doors and all of those doors had wood above them with open spaces where items could be placed on top of them; Candles and pumpkin heads with facial features carved out of ballpoint pens lined the left side of the dark walls. There was a wide range of color entrapping her eyes, and Lainey couldn't grasp the cacophony of colors in her range. Her left hand reached out towards one the middle door, but she thought better of it at the last moment.
In the middle of the room, the same figure tormenting her and another one glided out of one of the doors.
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Lainey and the Magicians (First Draft)
FantasiaA fictional story of a girl who tries to break away from her reckless magical past toward a bright future. Read and you'll see what happens.
