Summon - Prologue
This is an extreme WIP and will not be posted anywhere except my personal journal.
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"Show me again, Tomi," the small, dark haired boy begged, looking eagerly into his companion's face.
A blonde boy in baggy clothing sat cross-legged on a smooth rock in the shadows, weaving his hands in a complicated casting circle. "It's easy, Bill. You just do this - " as he brought his right hand up to his face, his palms glowed white " - then you do this - " his left hand made a cross shape against the back of his right " - and viola!" He pushed his arms out suddenly toward the dark figure of his brother, illuminating him in a ring of fluorescent doves.
"Too bad they don't last long down here..," the one called Bill said softly as the pretty birds dropped dead to his feet like flies.
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The little golden-haired girl sat up suddenly, her head throbbing and her heart racing. What a horrible dream for a seven year old to have! She rubbed her eyes and swallowed hard; the pulse in her throat made it hard for her to breathe.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and slipped on her houseshoes before padding through the cold house to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator.
She was careful not to touch anything not labeled. A blue, frothy liquid seemed to shrink into it's glass at the warmth of the fridge light, and the green gelatin lying in a mortar bubbled up a pair of eyes that studied the girl as she pulled a juice from the box. "Go back to sleep," she whispered.
She shut the door and pulled herself up on a tall stool, swinging her legs and kicking quietly at the bar. Her mind ran back over the dreams she'd been having for the past week.
Always the same two boys, always doing some sort of magic, always in the same dark, damp place. Who were they? Why was she dreaming about them? This night, she'd seen the birds die - last night it had been a lizard called by the black-haired boy. Were they sacrificing animals?
A muffled noise came from the hallway as her brother shuffled in, his unruly blonde hair plastered to his sweaty forehead.
"Oh, Gusti!" She jumped down from her stool and he pushed himself into her arms. "Bad dream again?"
He nodded, rubbing his wet eyes into her shoulder.
"You wanna sleep in my room?" She pushed his hair from his face and he hiccupped a yes. Handing him the rest of her juice, which he gulped and squeezed until it had collapsed, she led him to her bedroom and they climbed under her pink comforter together.
"Tell you what," she said as she tucked her brother in beside her. "I think you should stay little forever."
"I don't want to stay little forever."
"You get much bigger and we'll have a hard time fitting in here like this."
"You're getting bigger too, Wren. We're the same."
"One day, you'll be bigger than me, twin or not. Boys are always bigger."
"Then I will make us bunkbeds."
She pulled her brother close and snuggled into his chest, grinning into his shirt. "You could just make a me bigger bed."
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"Show me again, Tomi," the small, dark haired boy begged, looking eagerly into his companion's face.
A blonde boy in baggy clothing sat cross-legged on a smooth rock in the shadows, weaving his hands in a complicated casting circle. "It's easy, Bill. You just do this - " as he brought his right hand up to his face, his palms glowed white " - then you do this - " his left hand made a cross shape against the back of his right " - and viola!" He pushed his arms out suddenly toward the dark figure of his brother, illuminating him in a ring of fluorescent doves.
"Too bad they don't last long down here..," the one called Bill said softly as the pretty birds dropped dead to his feet like flies.
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The little golden-haired girl sat up suddenly, her head throbbing and her heart racing. What a horrible dream for a seven year old to have! She rubbed her eyes and swallowed hard; the pulse in her throat made it hard for her to breathe.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and slipped on her houseshoes before padding through the cold house to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator.
She was careful not to touch anything not labeled. A blue, frothy liquid seemed to shrink into it's glass at the warmth of the fridge light, and the green gelatin lying in a mortar bubbled up a pair of eyes that studied the girl as she pulled a juice from the box. "Go back to sleep," she whispered.
She shut the door and pulled herself up on a tall stool, swinging her legs and kicking quietly at the bar. Her mind ran back over the dreams she'd been having for the past week.
Always the same two boys, always doing some sort of magic, always in the same dark, damp place. Who were they? Why was she dreaming about them? This night, she'd seen the birds die - last night it had been a lizard called by the black-haired boy. Were they sacrificing animals?
A muffled noise came from the hallway as her brother shuffled in, his unruly blonde hair plastered to his sweaty forehead.
"Oh, Gusti!" She jumped down from her stool and he pushed himself into her arms. "Bad dream again?"
He nodded, rubbing his wet eyes into her shoulder.
"You wanna sleep in my room?" She pushed his hair from his face and he hiccupped a yes. Handing him the rest of her juice, which he gulped and squeezed until it had collapsed, she led him to her bedroom and they climbed under her pink comforter together.
"Tell you what," she said as she tucked her brother in beside her. "I think you should stay little forever."
"I don't want to stay little forever."
"You get much bigger and we'll have a hard time fitting in here like this."
"You're getting bigger too, Wren. We're the same."
"One day, you'll be bigger than me, twin or not. Boys are always bigger."
"Then I will make us bunkbeds."
She pulled her brother close and snuggled into his chest, grinning into his shirt. "You could just make a me bigger bed."
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