Eudora Esmeralda Erebus and Daniyal Lohi
Location: Past, Present, Future ---> Circus
Interacting With: Each other! And the rest
"Magic always has consequences," Rang the familiar voice of her tutor from all those years ago, she only wished she had remembered it before she cast her final time screwy spell.
At first, when she felt herself get lighter, she thought her power must be building as she began to hum "Defying Gravity." However, when the speed started to grow and she was unable to stop it, then the panic set in. A feeling of hopelessness engulfed her as she was hurtled through the air like a beginner witch on her first broom flight. She let out an "oof" as her frame banged against the roof of the tent, which was much harder than she expected. She felt the invisible strings tug at her harder, ripping her through the fabric and into a void that lay beyond.
She felt the rush of air, the prickle on her skin, the chill in her spine and the rising bile in her mouth that she somehow kept down. At first, her vision was pure blackness, a void everywhere she saw but then she saw colours form. A swirling mass of grey that parted and spread into a spectacular array of flying colours that leapt and spun around her in their fantastic dance. The colours weaving themselves into scenes and timelines, sending her flying through each one. And as her eyes adjusted, she better saw the colours for the wonders they truly were. They grew brighter and more intense, blinding her but she didn't dare look away. She stared hard into the endless colourful abyss, her mind screaming and yelling as if the sheer amount of information hitting her in the face was unravelling her cells. And suddenly, her mind quieted. The same mind that buzzed and rang every second of the day somehow shut up, as if it had detached from her body while she spun through the infinite. She opened her mouth, an immense pressure building at her cheeks as she screamed. Not a scream of fear but ecstasy.
And as the colours knitted themselves into scenes, she excitedly hurdled herself towards each one, cackling like a mad hag as she was thrust in and out of different times. Appearing more wild and insane with every shift in time. Her throat was raw from all her shouting but she didn't stop, continuing her wailing as if it was the only way to help her comprehend what was going on. Soon she felt the presence of people around her, squeezing her despite not being physically close to her. She heard another person yelling with the same passion as her, a younger male voice that still shared her identical primal joy for what was happening. All the air was squeezed out of her but she continued to scream, her shrieks drowned out by the fierce winds of the swirling vortex she was thrown into. All the time shifting, the pressure, the speed, the spinning, she was ready to explode. She
wanted to explode. Her particles mixing wildly with the amazing stream that intersected everything and anything. To be one with the universe no matter what it took. This was it, it was happening. She felt her bones and limbs stretch and weaken, her skin grew taut. She could almost hear the crack of her shoulders about to dislocate. This was it!
ThunkBack they were on the circus floor. And Eudora still in one whole complete piece. She felt disappointed. No, no, she didn't
feel anything. She just knew she was disappointed but didn't actually feel anything. Physically or emotionally. Perhaps her mind truly did detach during all that spinning. But then a wave of pins and needles stung her causing her to crack open her chapped lips and sore throat to let out a ghostly groan. She was still here and she didn't think she could hold down that bile for long.
She forced herself up, leaning over to the side on her elbow as a long line of acidic spittle dribbled off her dry lips before she quickly wiped it away with her shawl. Her groaning continued as she forced herself up, now she didn't want to explode to be one with the universe but just to save her from the splitting headache that would make the worst of hangovers seem pleasant.
But still, in her pain, Eudora's motherly side took over and forced her lips to weakly spew out the words,
"Everyone, alright?" Even though she didn't
really care at that point. She heard another groan amidst the groans of others. But this one stood out to her, it was familiar. Curious, she scuttled over with wobbly steps towards the source of the noise before abruptly stopping at the sprawled out body of a young boy. Though she knew this wasn't any ordinary boy.
"A witch!" she gasped.
Daniyal's intense screams had caused him to pass out. The fantastic spray of colours now once again a deep black. While in the vortex he shrieked and gasped, back in the "present" all he could muster was a weak moan. And moan he did. His voice carrying throughout the circus, his voice akin to that of a frog's croak. Eudora bent over to watch him, her fascination distracting her from the unimaginable pain that just walking had caused her. Eudora nudged the boy's side with the pointed tip of her boot, and his eyes almost instantly fluttered open. Though with how glazed over his eyes were, they might as well have been covered in a thick mist. Eudora reached down and helped him up and while he accepted her hand and yanked himself up, he still didn't seem wholly lucid though his eyes were thankfully growing sharp and focused.
"Where am I?" he muttered weakly, his hair being flung wildly like a cloud in a wind storm as he snapped his head from left to right trying to figure out where he was. His eyes suddenly perked and grew sharp, a snarl beginning to form on his face.
"I feel him," he began, searching wildly around the room, starting to get up as he continued,
"I sense a demon! Where is he?" Daniyal demanded, his blood hot and ready for battle. But Eudora placed a hand on his shoulder and Daniyal thankfully didn't snap back. Perhaps it was their auras, or how they spoke, or their wild cloud-like mess of hair, but they understood each other to be witches. Equals. Daniyal cooled his thoughts and sagged his shoulders, the pain suddenly striking him also, but not making as much as a fuss.
Meanwhile, there seemed to be a silent conversation going on between them, orchestrated by a series of eyebrow arches and nose twitches. Without a word, Daniyal understood. Eudora had no idea what was going on either. Daniyal, clutching the withered witch's hand, hoisted himself up on his weary legs. Together, they look at the mass, or more accurately mess, of limbs and groans that were dumped on the floor with them.
"Just what have I done..."
