by K. F. Breene
Emery released his spell, aiming beneath the two warring spells, counteracting the potentially dangerous-to-us fallout. Without pausing, he bent to me, now working within my spell as I’d worked within his. If we each did separate spells, we’d get them out faster, but that would be for the heat of the battle. Now we needed a few larger waves of power to keep them from rushing in and immediately overcoming us.
I shoved the spell into existence and looked up.
And froze.
Twisted metal lay to each side of where we stood. Beyond, stretched around the warehouse in a large circle, the mages slowly walked forward.
There had been more than eighty.
At least double.
Their spells zipping off to try and counter the large bubble of our combined survival magic. Satchels hung to one side of their bodies, unless they were wearing the dusters and stupid hats, and small sacks to the other. I’d bet those were full of casings.
My newest spell rolled outward, making it past our bubble of survival magic and immediately encountering rapid-fire spells. Flame and color burst out of it, but magic continued to slam into it from all sides. My spell was strong, but it couldn’t hold. Not with that much opposition tearing it down.
“They’re spread out,” Emery said, yanking me to standing. “That’s good for us. This was a good location. Perfect.”
He had some strange ideas about perfection.
“Get those magical perimeter walls out in the fields,” Reagan yelled, standing in front of her magical spectacle again. It was still there, now standing on its own.
Thankful for some direction so I didn’t start panicking—again—I turned and snatched the casings off the table. Emery didn’t follow suit. He jogged to the center of the warehouse and started a new spell.
“No, it’s okay. I’ve got it,” I said sarcastically, running to the firing point we’d agreed upon earlier and cracking the first casing.
The bubble of survival magic started to disintegrate under the continued barrage of the green spell and the mages’ casings.
“Hurry!” Reagan yelled.
A pulse of power blasted out of the casing, whooshing by me and out of the quickly dissipating bubble. A few planes of vibrant, revolving color sprang up in front of some of the mages before the attack spell attached to the wall spell washed over them, taking a couple to the ground, eliciting a few screams, and leaving the rest unharmed. No one stayed down, though some had a harder time crawling to their feet.
I made it to the next spot, and Emery met me there, grabbing a casing from me and running.
I cracked the next wall casing, then sprinted to the final location.
The last of our survival bubble washed away, pulling at my energy reserves as it did so.
I cracked the final wall casing before pulling out my power stones and throwing them across the ground.
“Here we go,” I heard Reagan yell as stun spun toward me from somewhere to my right.
I turned and fired, hitting it with my rodent zapper, then following up with a spell to unravel the intent. All around us, the mages advanced.
Emery might not have meant it at the time, but his advice to focus on my will was the most important advice he ever could’ve given me.
“The tripwire spell,” Emery yelled above a rushing of power. My ears popped as I ran for the table, already on it.
Energy pushed and pulled at me, hot and cold, churning my stomach before soaking into my body. That complex feeling of Reagan’s magic infused my being, my magic, as I grabbed the casings in question, cracked them, and began to throw them rapid-fire.
The day blinked.
I blinked with it, shielding my eyes from the sudden darkness.
The day blinked again.
“What’s happening?” I heard Emery say as the spells zipping at us slowed.
I didn’t slow. Not like when that lion had come. This time, I knew better.
I cracked spells and squinted through the strange blurring of the world around me. It looked as if someone had come through with an eraser and rubbed at all the lines, shapes, and colors.
My stomach rolled again, like I was on a roller coaster. Perspective distorted.
I pushed through it and grabbed the casings from Emery’s hands, cracking them quickly.
Magic flew out, bending and twisting through the air, zooming toward the unseen victims. No screams reached my ears, not with the whup, whup, whup of power wobbling around me.
I grabbed my basket of spells and turned toward the middle of the warehouse before noticing Emery was staring at Reagan with his hand to his forehead, blocking out the glare from the occasional flashes of sunlight.
“Come on,” I yelled, but my voice got lost. As soon as it left my mouth, it was sucked up into the strange vortex of power pounding around us. So I kicked him in the shin.
He started, saw what I wanted, and nodded.
There was no time to marvel at the crazy chick who had a lot more power than anticipated. Even knowing what she was, I was awe-struck. It was time to catch these mages with their pants down.
At the center of the warehouse, I staggered when the magic flashed above and around the field like lightning. A sudden tangerine sky faded slowly into blood red before settling into a very dark crimson, almost black. It appeared to touch down to a distant horizon hundreds of miles away. White-gray clouds slowly stretched and drifted across the sky before shrinking until they spread out along a rippling surface of deep blue, nearly black water at the horizon, giving the scene an incredible amount of depth. Rocks sprang up in the distance, but the rippling water didn’t splash or move against them. The visual effect messed with my head and gave me the jitters.
“I don’t like this,” I said, my limbs shaking. I should’ve been firing off the casings. I should’ve been doing battle, especially since I knew this was some sort of trick. Instead, it was taking everything I could muster not to unravel Reagan’s false reality. “What’s happening?”
I’d never liked it when the Muppet Babies disappeared into an imagined reality on their cartoon show, and I didn’t like this, either. Drugs weren’t for me, magical or otherwise.
At least I wasn’t alone. Emery was in here with me. He looked behind us and started.
Everyone else had disappeared. Including Reagan.
We seemed to be marooned by ourselves in this strange, altered reality.
Off to the left, in the sea of blackened water, rose a white-gray pole, shaded with black. It looked like a celebration of Emery’s and my smooshed survival magic. It grew taller and taller, filling out as it did so.
“A tree trunk,” I said, closing my eyes as vicious intent rang out from somewhere near me. Aimed at me. “Wait.” I peeled an eye open, looking in that direction.
Emery startled again. He was getting a premonition.
“This is an illusion,” I reminded myself. I cracked a casing right before Emery shoved me so hard that my neck cracked. He dove the other way and a jet of blazing purple roared past me.
“Oh, it’s on!” I hopped to my feet and started rapidly firing again, closing my eyes now, not trusting what they were telling me.
“Look!”
The scene had changed again. The tree trunk had grown into a large tree, its leaves white, black, and gray.
“I’m not doing that, right?” I asked in confusion. “Somehow?”
“No. Over here.” Emery turned me in the other direction.
Mages came into view now, standing shin-deep in the fake water. The water didn’t interact with their bodies, and no wetness soaked their clothes.
Stars blossomed in the sky. Little pricks at first, but they enlarged as we watched them.
“What is the point of all this?” I yelled over the rushing of power.
“It’s Reagan. She’s messing with their perspective…and ours. But we’re probably supposed to do more than stand around and watch it happen.” He plucked at my sleeve. “Let’s do our part.”
“W
e don’t even know what our part is!” I stuffed my casings anywhere they would fit before taking off running at his side.
Flatten.
“Watch out!” I cracked a casing on impulse, then jumped to the side, hitting debris and falling, turning it into a roll.
“We’re at the warehouse line where the wall used to be,” Emery yelled as more people came into view behind us, like a screen was being pulled away to reveal what had always been there.
I cracked another casing and the magic sped out before me, spreading as it went. It smacked into five mages, churning through them. A woman’s face screwed up in pain and she grabbed at her chest. A man clutched at his privates. It was clear to see what was the most important among the various mages, since the spell was uniform.
All five went down, their screams never reaching my ears.
Emery hit a line of eight mages with a simple yet brutal spell, just powerful enough to bring them to their knees. He tried to run forward, but tripped and fell at an angle, floating in the air.
“The warehouse wall. Or roof.” He tried to climb off, but a spell jetted toward him. He rolled over, barely dodging it in time, and sent off a retaliatory shot.
I cracked casing after casing, cutting huge holes in the line. Thankfully, they weren’t being replaced, but a quick look behind us revealed the mages were over the crazy spectacle. They were making their way toward us quickly, intent on trapping us.
Always with the trapping. But this time we didn’t have any shifters to help.
“She has to do something other than make illusions!” I yelled.
That was when I noticed what the stars were morphing into.
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“Watch out!” Emery slammed into me as I looked up, trying to place that strange thrumming sound.
Large beasts, like elephants with wings, thundered down from the sky. They opened smallish mouths with large teeth.
“But it’s only an illusion. She won’t actually kill anyone with those,” I said, staggering back toward the corner of the invisible warehouse wall.
A female mage with a purple robe, a higher-tiered Guild member, staggered as she looked up, probably in awe. Or confusion, because those flying animals were whack. Reagan had a very strange imagination. Weirder, even, than mine.
I barreled into the mage, jabbing her in the eye before elbowing her in the face, and took her to the ground. I kicked out at someone else, my boot connecting with his jaw and knocking him backward. I called up a fast weave of moderate power to take a third mage before he could reach for his smaller pack of spells.
A huge roar quaked my heart and shook my bones.
I ducked instinctively and looked up. Amazingly, like with the lion incident, Emery didn’t. So I grabbed him and yanked him lower.
The winged elephant thing swooped down. From its little mouth belched a thick stream of fire. Blistering heat washed over me and I shrank back, throwing up my arms. Emery threw a shield of black survival magic over both of us, keeping some of the heat back before it dissolved.
“Maybe we weren’t supposed to run out here after all.” He struggled back toward the warehouse, dragging me with him.
“This is why we should have discussed the plan more!” I tripped over that blasted invisible warehouse wall or roof, falling to my hands and knees. Emery helped me up again and we scrambled forward.
A mage stood before us with an orange sash. I couldn’t remember what level that made him, but the last casing in my pocket assured me it didn’t matter. My spell spread across him and bent him backward.
The crack made me gag.
A roar preceded a blast of heat and pressure, knocking us forward. Wings beat at us overhead, the flapping elephant things sailing by before swooping low on the other side of the warehouse and belching fire.
My foot hit a lip of something and I tripped forward. Emery did the same a second later, splaying out right next to me on the smooth warehouse floor.
Sear.
“Move!” I rolled to my back, pulled down magic, and threw it into a hasty weave right as the incoming spell reached me. I raked the spell, countering it before scrambling backward so it didn’t reach me before it dissipated.
Emery flung a spell ahead of him from his belly, opening slashes across three mages approaching the lip of the warehouse.
“I think we were supposed to keep mages from reaching the warehouse,” I said, flipping over and pushing to my feet.
“My bad,” he said with a grunt. Standing now, he flung spells in rapid-fire toward mages standing in a cluster, looking upward.
Above the hubbub, floating in the air like a goddess, with hair whipping in the wind, hovered Reagan. Power ripped from her like lightning as the flapping elephant things swooped and rolled, spewing fire on those not fast enough to get out of their paths.
“We were definitely supposed to cover her back.” Emery took off running, and I paused only long enough for an I told you so about our failure at interpersonal communication.
I mean, how much more proof did a person need?
A weave in progress but not quite ready, I ran with my hands in front of me and rammed my shoulder into the back of a mage who’d been seconds away from firing a spell at Reagan. He fell forward and I finished the weave, turning and firing it out. It opened up across the warehouse floor turned weird, swampy pond, rolling and tumbling toward a line of mages who’d made it past the Dumbos-from-another-mother.
My spell caught them at the knees and legs, crushing through bone and tissue.
“Oh, gross. Emery, switch.” I spun away, my stomach rolling, seeing a few mages tripping over the far corner of the warehouse. I took a few steps forward, feeling Reagan’s pulsing magic, diminishing in power. She was expending more than she needed to with this weird false reality, and it wasn’t long from running out.
“We need to speed this up,” I yelled.
I rodent-zapped those mages, punching holes in parts of their bodies. The ball of heat I’d sent out continued to roll, capturing two more would-be escapees before running out of power. Emery fired off one spell while building another, fired off a third, and kept building the second.
“He’s always a step ahead.” I dug in my pockets for more casings, but came up empty. Just me and my imagination.
A mage staggered up, half burned. Another was basically crawling. Emery took out one and I sent a simple spell of magical spikes to deal with the other. Elephant things flickered above us. Then the whole false reality flickered, bright sunlight blasting down, blinding me. Darkness resumed, and now I couldn’t see a thing. Blinding sunlight again.
“This is the worst,” I yelled at Reagan, who was lowering from the sky.
The day resumed, bright and full of color. The green of the grasses and trees rushed back in.
Bodies lay strewn in the fields, blackened and burned. A wildfire was smoldering near our protective walls. A smattering of mages had survived the onslaught by hanging toward the back. They’d obviously done so to protect themselves from the elephant things and our flying capsules.
“It’s the last stand,” I heard Reagan say. She was on her knees to my right.
Emery looked from her to me, and I knew we were thinking the same thing.
She was done. We had to end this.
Without a word, we were running in opposite directions, charging toward the remaining mages and mercenaries.
Pulling at everything I had left, I yanked energy up from my toes, still feeling the balanced bubble connecting my magic to Emery’s despite the fact that we were getting farther and farther apart. I mixed two vicious spells together and stopped short, remembering the balloon searching spell that attached to us last night.
I started to back up, which caught the attention of the three mages left in my vicinity.
They paused their weaving for a second, staring at me. It was that pause which sealed their fate.
I closed my eyes for a moment, pulling the wildness and rage of Emery’s magic and the com
plex mixture of fire and ice of Reagan’s powers into my spell. I sent that up into the air. Instead of ballooning, it merely opened up like a parachute before drifting down.
The three mages went back to work, but I had already turned away and was running toward an injured mage attempting to escape. A quick spell to his middle ended that right quick, and I lost some of my breakfast.
Screams reached my ears now that the false reality had completely faded. I turned back in time to see the three mages’ throats exploding, and realized I’d confused the weaves. I hadn’t intended it to be so violent.
I lost the rest of my breakfast.
Someone on the periphery ran for it.
And maybe that was the reason for the false reality. Since Reagan had helped us create the spells for the protective walls—she had actually trapped them in instead of just keeping outside eyes and ears from seeing what went on inside. She’d forced them to remain. Forced them to keep her secret.
With her magic gone, that was no longer the case.
I took off in hot pursuit, pulling together my pumping arms to get a weave going. Then I realized I could do a one-handed weave with the pumping arm. So I lessened the complexity of the spell and gained on the cowardly man in the stupid hat. In a hundred more feet, I let the spell loose. My spell dragged him to the ground and started to shred through him.
I spun, breathing heavily, and my stomach rolled again. I needed less heinous spells. Killing someone didn’t have to be so colorful. There was no point to it besides being gruesome for gruesome’s sake.
Jogging back, I saw a line of fire in the distance, beyond the warehouse, spreading in front of someone attempting an escape. It grew, now chasing that person back toward Emery. He shot off a spell, knocking the enemy to the ground.
My boots made crunching noises on the burned ground. The breeze whipped at my hair. My breath sounded loud in my ears.
But that was because all the other sounds had died down. Quiet rang as loudly as the battle had minutes before.