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Closing your eyes and just taking a moment to return to the land of the living, there is muffled conversations from above. Sitting up when you’re good and ready, it’s too dark to really make out what’s around. Doesn’t seem like anything dangerous is happening, so you say the first thing that comes to mind. “What the fuck was THAT?”
The… whatever it is, gives a questioning look. “What was what?” Not knowing how to describe it, you wave your arms in an upward motion then cover your eyes. “Dude, what? Are you talking about the teleportation spell?” Without even thinking, you nod. “Well, it looks like you couldn’t handle the situation, so Twilight did it for you. We’re in the basement, just wait and she’ll let us know when the coast is clear.”
“Spell? Like, magic? Dungeons and Dragons kind of stuff?” Now that you think about it, he does look like a tiny dragon…
“Uh, yeah. Don’t tell me you don’t know anything about magic.” You shrug. “For an alien, you sure are… well, I thought you would be green with like, tentacles everywhere and sciencey gadgets… not, this. Twilight told me of some theories about where you’re from, but no magic? That just sounds wrong.” At least you don’t have to deal with that crowd, fortunate in this situation… what about future usage of it?
It saved you, so what’s the worst that could happen? …oh no, the things that could happen. Pain beyond pain, existence worse than death. You thought this place was bad enough, but magic?! You were at the bottom of survival as it is, now it’s like there’s no way you can whatsoever. “My name’s Spike. I already know your name, that essay she made me write still has my hand cramped. The way Twilight went on and on about things, it’s like you were more important than a shipment of freshly printed new books. Doesn’t look like it, running away from a bunch of questions. Why were you so scared? It’s not like they’re gonna hurt you or anything.”
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