Just a Little Bit of Magick • ONC 2020 • ✓

A Magick Bar and Another Tea House

After the meeting, I stormed off, not stopping until I found a flamelily.

I could hear William calling me, but I ignored him, stepping into the room and slamming the magickal door closed with a bang.

Dotted all around the room were targets, a couple with splattered blood on them. By the door was a set of knives. I grabbed them all, tucking them into my belt. There was a handgun there also, along with several cartridges of bullets. Grabbing them, I loaded the gun and flipped the safety catch off.

Then I spun, choosing a target at random and fired. The bullet embedded itself in the centre.

I spun again and again, firing until each cartridge was empty.

Then I moved onto the knives, kicking and slashing at imaginary opponents. I threw several, sending them spinning into the middle of the targets.

When I grew tired, I left, taking a couple of the knives with me. Pushing against the magick door that appeared, I stumbled into a bar. No one turned a hair at my entrance, everyone else focused on their drinks and their partners.

I walked up to the bar and ordered a drink, downing it in one and asking for a refill. The bartender grinned and filled it up. He refilled it again and again as the world got steadily more blurry around me.

The bartender knocked a glass off the table at some point. I caught it with Fé, moving without thinking. The man stared, then smiled, coming round the side of the counter and pulling me into a different room.

Inside were more magicks. I was suddenly -unsurprisingly- much more sober. The air was thick with fé and magick was being used in every way possible.

I had never seen anything like this in my whole 800 years of living.

The bartender pushed me forward and vanished back to his 'shop'. several magicks welcomed me forward, handing me drinks and shots of magick spiked alcohol.

I downed several, feeling the room go blurry once more. There were cheers as I let out a burst of Fé, not even having to draw from my faé stone.

We drank into the night, dancing rowdily at some points, conjuring marvels with magick at others.

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I woke up on a couch in a building I couldn't remember, several others snoring around me. I rolled off the couch, landing with a thump on the floor. None of the others moved.

I stumbled to my feet, trying not to retch at the unsettled feeling in my stomach. It seems I have a massive hangover.

How much did I drink yesterday?

I staggered to the door, pushing it open to reveal an empty kitchen. There were two large windows at one end, the sun just rising over a decidedly foreign landscape.

The ground was a dusty red colour, the grass green. If I strained my eyes, I could even see a herd of antelope in the very far distance.

There were footsteps behind me and I turned, hand going to the knife still in my belt.

How I didn't manage to stab myself with it I have no idea.

The woman laughed, holding up her hands. I narrowed my eyes, 'Who are you?'

She smiled, 'Your host, Eshe. And you?'

'Alina,' I held out my hand, hesitating slightly, 'Are you a magick?'

She smiled again, shaking my hand, 'Yes. This is a safe-house for magicks. The couple living in this house were German and when they were arrested, they passed it onto me. I'd always wanted to have a safe place to be myself so I created this place. Besides, it's completely isolated. No one can surprise us.'