CHARITY WAKETHEFUCKUP.
Charity woke with a start; whole body jerking as hazel eyes snapped open, searching wildly in the dark. She was drenched in a cold sweat and her was heart racing. Sitting up in bed, her ears pinned backwards as she recalled the dream she had been having. Trying to remember details left fuzzy by...well, by what she didn’t know. She usually had no problem remembering her dreams, but this one was all messed up. One moment she’d been in the library at school, enjoying a battle of wits with the handsome, but obnoxious, Nicholas Hart; her academic rival. The next moment, she felt like she was being pushed and pulled between the library, and a secondary location she didn’t recognize.
In this dream, Nic had started yelling at her. Which he never did. The stately prince was a master of keeping his cool in all situations. What had he been saying? Something about bleeding? Something about...a cottage?
Something Cottage…
Whatever! Did it really matter? Charity rolled over and pulled the covers up to her chin. Ears perked to attention as she glanced at the illuminated clock on her wall. It was the middle of the goddamn night, and all she had to go on was the fading details of a weird dream and the vague feeling of something bad happening. She still had a few more hours of sleep ahead of her. Nicholas’ request for help still echoed in her mind, but if anything, that only solidified that it was definitely a dream.
After twenty minutes of staring at the decorated wall across from her, she kicked her blankets off with a a huff and retrieved her phone from the bedside table. She searched locally for the closest match she could find with what little she remembered. Driftwood Cottage. Sure, that sounded good enough. Charity got out of bed. Mumbling to herself about how she was being stupid, and if she wasn’t she was going to kick Nicholas’ ass. She pulled on black lycra leggings and shrugged into an equally dark hoodie.
Fifteen minutes later, she was idling outside of the address where Nic supposedly was. She leaned against the steering wheel. She didn’t see Nic. She didn’t see that blonde woman that was always with him. She didn’t even see his car. What a waste of her night. Just as Charity was about to pull away, she noticed something. A shift in the sea breeze, pushed the front door wide as if it had been left open.
Well, then.
Turning off the car, freed up her hands to work a protection spell over herself before she got out of the car and looked around for signs of anything else suspicious as she trotted up to the supposed rental property. Stepping through the front door, feline eyes easily adjusted to the darkness. Catching reflections that bounced off street lights outside. “Nicholas?” she hiss quietly. Her blonde tail had fluffed up to about twice its normal size, as it twitched back and forth behind her knees. She tiptoed quietly from the foyer towards was seemed to be a sort of parlor. She could feel the magic in that direction. The fading energies of a spell that had been concluded, and one that was still in effect.
Charity held her breath as she peeked, timidly, around the corner and noticed two bodies. One figure was slumped against the wall, and the other was prone in the middle of the room, trapped in the remains of a casting circle. A few candles still flickered, casting light over some of Nichola’s more recognizable tattoos. Cursing in Veridian, Charity darted forward. She kicked at the ashes, scattering them and breaking the circle. There he was, just like he’d told her in her dream. Bound, and bleeding out in some dingy cottage. “You idiot!” She scolded, even though she wasn’t sure if he was conscious. Fingers danced in complicated patterns as she muttered another spell, this one would break the magical bindings he’d been saddled with, the silver rings seemed to slither off of him like snakes. With a snap of her fingers the lights in the room illuminated the space in full. Dropping to her knees, she leaned over him and shook his shoulders, with both hands.
“Wake up, you absolute dolt, before you bleed to death.”
Charity woke with a start; whole body jerking as hazel eyes snapped open, searching wildly in the dark. She was drenched in a cold sweat and her was heart racing. Sitting up in bed, her ears pinned backwards as she recalled the dream she had been having. Trying to remember details left fuzzy by...well, by what she didn’t know. She usually had no problem remembering her dreams, but this one was all messed up. One moment she’d been in the library at school, enjoying a battle of wits with the handsome, but obnoxious, Nicholas Hart; her academic rival. The next moment, she felt like she was being pushed and pulled between the library, and a secondary location she didn’t recognize.
In this dream, Nic had started yelling at her. Which he never did. The stately prince was a master of keeping his cool in all situations. What had he been saying? Something about bleeding? Something about...a cottage?
Something Cottage…
Whatever! Did it really matter? Charity rolled over and pulled the covers up to her chin. Ears perked to attention as she glanced at the illuminated clock on her wall. It was the middle of the goddamn night, and all she had to go on was the fading details of a weird dream and the vague feeling of something bad happening. She still had a few more hours of sleep ahead of her. Nicholas’ request for help still echoed in her mind, but if anything, that only solidified that it was definitely a dream.
After twenty minutes of staring at the decorated wall across from her, she kicked her blankets off with a a huff and retrieved her phone from the bedside table. She searched locally for the closest match she could find with what little she remembered. Driftwood Cottage. Sure, that sounded good enough. Charity got out of bed. Mumbling to herself about how she was being stupid, and if she wasn’t she was going to kick Nicholas’ ass. She pulled on black lycra leggings and shrugged into an equally dark hoodie.
Fifteen minutes later, she was idling outside of the address where Nic supposedly was. She leaned against the steering wheel. She didn’t see Nic. She didn’t see that blonde woman that was always with him. She didn’t even see his car. What a waste of her night. Just as Charity was about to pull away, she noticed something. A shift in the sea breeze, pushed the front door wide as if it had been left open.
Well, then.
Turning off the car, freed up her hands to work a protection spell over herself before she got out of the car and looked around for signs of anything else suspicious as she trotted up to the supposed rental property. Stepping through the front door, feline eyes easily adjusted to the darkness. Catching reflections that bounced off street lights outside. “Nicholas?” she hiss quietly. Her blonde tail had fluffed up to about twice its normal size, as it twitched back and forth behind her knees. She tiptoed quietly from the foyer towards was seemed to be a sort of parlor. She could feel the magic in that direction. The fading energies of a spell that had been concluded, and one that was still in effect.
Charity held her breath as she peeked, timidly, around the corner and noticed two bodies. One figure was slumped against the wall, and the other was prone in the middle of the room, trapped in the remains of a casting circle. A few candles still flickered, casting light over some of Nichola’s more recognizable tattoos. Cursing in Veridian, Charity darted forward. She kicked at the ashes, scattering them and breaking the circle. There he was, just like he’d told her in her dream. Bound, and bleeding out in some dingy cottage. “You idiot!” She scolded, even though she wasn’t sure if he was conscious. Fingers danced in complicated patterns as she muttered another spell, this one would break the magical bindings he’d been saddled with, the silver rings seemed to slither off of him like snakes. With a snap of her fingers the lights in the room illuminated the space in full. Dropping to her knees, she leaned over him and shook his shoulders, with both hands.
“Wake up, you absolute dolt, before you bleed to death.”
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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