The Return of Magic:
Act 1 - An Intro
Scene two - The house beckons
Alora's attention shifted from the house to a new, strange sensation behind her.
"What..." Anora felt like someone had started standing over her, but the sensation was far away from her body. Her mind focused on this feeling as she tried to decipher what it was exactly. She could feel ridges overtop that dug deep into what felt like her body.
"One, no two? One again, and now three, four," she thought to herself as these sensations grew in number and strength. Alora closed her eyes as she focused her senses on this new one.
"Four, two, one, three," she began to count out the sensations in time. Each one would press down on her for a moment before pulling back up. After a delay, another sensation would appear in front of where the last one was. Before long, she realized that these pressure points traveled together in pairs.
After a few more moments Alora began to recognize the rhythm of each motion.
"Are these..." she paused as she focused on it further,
"Step, step," Alora muttered to herself,
"step, step." A second later, and with wide eyes, Alora blurted out
"shoes," as the realization set in that she was no longer alone. They turned around slowly, and in obvious pain, and her sight was greeted by three new, and perplexing faces.
"Hi." The first, and closest, person she saw was this young man who looked to be no older than 18. His clothes appeared mismatched and strewn together with no thought for making it work as a whole. She shifted her focus and eyed up the second. This one was older than the first but appeared younger than Alora by a few years. His hair was a vivid blue with nary a stray of whatever his original hair color present. Alora figured this meant he was very good at doing it himself or had the money to have it done again regularly. There was something about his face that was so oddly familiar. Alora had seen that face before, but she did not know where.
The third face she saw was one that grabbed her attention more than the first two. She was also much younger than Alora, though she had a beautiful floral tattoo that grabbed Alora's focus. She had always wanted a tattoo, though she never had the time nor mental energy to commit to one. Alora's eyes rose up and rested on the eyes of this new woman, and lingered for what felt like an eternity before she realized she was making eye contact and pulled her focus away. As they did, her attention was brought back to the same crushing sensation as before and they winced in clear pain. She looked down at each individual's shoes and realized that they were in the exact spot she felt the sensation.
"Can you all get off the grass, it hurts." Alora pointed towards the grass, before motioning towards the gravel driveway nearby.
"I am Alora, I take it you all got the same letter from a benefactor?"- - - -
Much like Alora, the rest of the group would also find that their powers were much more intense in this area. Cassandra may find it harder to push out the voices in her mind and control her illusions, Leon would find it harder to control the destination of his teleportation and may teleport much further than he could, and Elio's control over his chaos flame would diminish as the flame grew in intensity. As well, a presence inside the house beckons each one to head inside. This presence is unlike anything the group had experienced. It felt like something incredibly ancient was looking at each one and commanding them to obey its instruction.
Member
Grijs
Mixtape Ghost N
Estylwen
Einherjar 906
Bartimaeus
Atrophy
Snowdrops
FernStone
SilverPaw
