Just a Little Bit of Magick • ONC 2020 • ✓

Immortalish Stars and Probing With a Pocket Knife

No.

That's not how it's going to go.

I looked up at the stars, blinking rain out of my eyes and took a deep breath, drawing in fé. I stretched my consciousness out and took hold of Alex's escaping energie.

It struggled slightly as I wrapped it in fé, calming once it recognised me.

Then I pulled it down to earth, dodging between the falling raindrops.

And suddenly I was

doing something I'd

only seen once before.

I tethered Alex's energie to the cold body at my feet and sent my fé back up, into the sky, racing through the stars until I found mine. The star tethered to my energie, keeping me alive.

It was one of two.

I had always wondered why she'd chosen one of a pair.

I guess she knew what was coming.

I drew on the star's energie, forcing every last bit of magick out of my faé stone. I wrapped the star's energie in fé, passing the magick around it again and again.

I pulled it towards Alex, feeling the heat of the star burn rapidly through the layers of fé. I sped up, using up more and more of my magick, until I was literally scraping the barrel.

Well, maybe not literally.

Figuratively.

The two balls of energie, Alex's fading one and the -pretty much- immortal star one came together.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then there was a bright flash and I went flying backwards.

I hit the ground and immediately stood up, scrambling back over to Alex. He lay still, still looking like death. Then his chest heaved and he took a gasping breath.

'Alicia?' his voice was raspy.

I smiled faintly, 'Yeah, I'm here, I'm okay.'

I couldn't hold myself back as he sat up, throwing my arms around him, 'Thank Morgana. I thought you were never going to wake up.'

Alex hesitated for a moment, then hugged me back, 'Who's Morgana?'

I let out a shaky laugh, 'Seriously, that's what you want to focus on?'

He raised an eyebrow and I sighed, 'Well, um, you know, Morgan le fay? Legend of King Arthur?'

Alex's brows furrowed, but he smiled as he said, 'You're a strange one Cinderella.'

I gasped in mock outrage, 'Me?! I'm not the one who goes around blackmailing people into going to tea houses.'

He grinned and stood up, carefully pulling me to my feet.

As if I was the one who had just died and come back to life.

As I stood up, exhaustion crashed down on me. It takes a huge amount of effort to bring someone back to life you know. I stumbled slightly, bending down to pick up my glock as if it was all part of the master plan. Which of course it wasn't.

My hands were shaking slightly, but I ignored them, only almost dropping the slippery gun twice before I slipped it into my holster. Then I picked up my rifle, shoving it back on my shoulder.