"Magic" drabbles by Jeff Taylor

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An Arrest!

Magic #191

"I am arresting you for possession of weapons within the city walls!" Shouted the guard.

"Oh, my goodness! Gordon! What...?" The sergeant gasped an exasperated sigh. He clipped the soldier over the head. "Shut up private!" He shouted as Gordon yelped and grabbed his ear.

"Sorry ma'am. May I see your papers?" The sergeant quickly looked over the document that Minerva had been trying to present to the guard.

"That seems more than in order ma'am. Or should I say Sergeant Major?"

She smiled. "Ma'am is just fine sergeant."

He nodded and turned to Gordon. "Back on duty private! Now!!"

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Listen up, Moron.

Magic #190

Minerva calmly presented her coven paperwork to the guard. "I did not pass through the gates. I..." She was one of the few who knew the shadow realm. "Travelled here. Magic. I am staying at the laughing duck."

"Sergeant!" He bellowed. "Intruder!"

She rolled her eyes and planted her fists on her hips.

"Listen up moron. If I wanted to bypass you, I'd be inside already with the Matriarch. As it is, right now, I'm being very polite and walking in the light bearing you no harm."

"What are you doing Gordon?" The sergeant rolled up behind the guard, scowling.

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The Halberd

Magic #189

She was brought to a stop by the thud of a Halberd on the cobbled street in front of her. The guard, in the kings' livery of cobalt blue and gold planted himself in front of her.

"Halt! State your business!"

Minerva sighed. "I must see the Matriarch. It is very urgent. I have come from Hammords Reach with news."

"Papers!"

She reached into the pouch on her belt, pulling back her cloak and revealing her gauntlets slung beneath.

The guard stiffened, stepped back and brought the sharp end of the halberd to bear. "All weapons are stored on entry!"

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A Port City

Magic #188

The city of Moorehaven was of standard fair, other than it being a port city. A castle sat in the middle of the city on top of a bear lodge butte of solid granite. The river Moorechase came from inland via a gate that helped the city to control commerce. As a result, it was rich. It had well paid guards. It had good defences and little crime. For a city, it was a good place to live.

Minerva really hated it.

She could feel the veneer that was plastered over the whole place, and it made her skin crawl.

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The Witch's Dozen

Magic #187

Minerva deliberately swooshed past the inn's front desk. Placing another coin as she passed. "I'll be back!" She exclaimed as she left.

This morning was not going to be fun. Arriving, as she had, meant that she'd slept away urgent hours. She didn't think that the enemy would be able to mobilise across the distance she'd travelled, but still...

Her first call would have to be with the local Matriarch. She had to report the deaths of her coven. Twelve dead, excluding herself. A witch's dozen. The symmetry of the twelve and the focus... Her.

She strode towards the keep.

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Warm Morning Sunshine

Magic #186

The bed actually looked clean for once. Which was good, as she had no strength for a cleansing spell. She locked the door, hung her favourite bad luck totem on the handle, kicked off her boots and promptly collapsed onto the bed where sleep came quickly.

She dreamed...

Warm morning sunshine splashing across her face brought her fully awake. Almost as much as the need for the toilet. Which, it turned out, to not be as nice as the bed. To be fair, there was only so much that could be done to a seated bucket in a box affair.

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Bargaining Frog

Magic #185

"I need a bed," Hissed Minerva, as she slammed a gold coin onto the counter. "And breakfast."

The attendant eyed the coin. "Er, sorry miss. That needs to be two gold for the bed and a silver for breakfast."

She squinted evilly from beneath the brim of her hat. "How about two gold and I don't turn you into a frog?" She placed another gold onto the counter.

He looked at her. "Yes, ma'am!" He replied with a frightened squeak.

She followed him upstairs as he showed her to her room. "The key ma'am. We hope you enjoy your stay!"

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The Laughing Duck

Magic #184

Exhausted, Minerva staggered from the alleyway and into the bright sunshine. She looked around and was relieved to discover that the alley she'd just come from was bordered by an inn. After extending herself so much what she needed now was sleep. Travelling well over a hundred miles in a matter of moments, Irregardless of being waylaid by the lord of shadows, was exhausting. It didn't matter how fit she was, right now she needed a bed.

She headed into the inn.

"Welcome to the laughing duck. How can I help you madam?" Said the smiling man behind the desk.

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Mark this Day Witch

Magic #183

"Mark this day Witch. Mark it well. I give you permission to walk my lands. The price? The price is knowledge. Be my eyes in the light-lands, and keep me informed..." There was a pause. "Thank you, Witch. You may go."

Minerva would have breathed a sigh of relief there and then but waited until she stepped into the noise and bustle of the town. Behind her the alleyway seemed darker than the others.

The sacking of Hammords Reach had not only destroyed it here but had wiped it from the shadow lands.

And the shadow lord wasn't happy.

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I Turn a Blind Eye

Magic #182

"I only hold you here to answer my question Witch. No harm will come to you. I have seen you before, and you have always treated my lands with the greatest respect. You have never trespassed without good reason, and so I turn a blind eye."

Suddenly the alleyway was filled with stark contrast.

"Not all who trespass are so, wise."

"Please my lord. I swear to you to that I will find what is happening and stamp it out. My sisters, my sisters..."

"I know Witch. I watched as the battle tore the mountain apart to defeat your enemy."

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Watch the Shadows Dance

Magic #181

This shocked Minerva to the core. The lands of shadow were dangerous at the best of times. It would be so simple to just wander in amazement at the shadows on the faces of people without the face behind it. Watch them dance as a person spoke or turned their head. Just watching the shadowy outlines of trees and bushes could fascinate. Draw you in as you wasted away.

For there to be a place where the lord of shadows could not tread. Where there was nothing but void...

"My lord. I beseech you. Let me return to my land."

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The Shadows of Their Scent

Magic #180

"I, I don't know how to answer that my lord. The city was attacked, ransacked and burned."

"Ordinarily this would be of no concern to me. There have been many wars in the light-lands. And yet the sun still shines, the plants grow in the bloodied earth and cast their shade. I am able to walk the fields of poppies and enjoy the shadows of their scent. But I become concerned when land falls dark, when cities fall silent and still in the blackness where no shadow may exist. Please tell me Witch. What magic can be so brutal?"

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The Honour is Mine

Magic #179

Minerva froze.

"You walk my lands without care Witch."

"I walk them with respect my lord." She bowed. "It is not often that I pass this way. You honour me, my lord."

"Yet... Twice in one day?! Should the honour be mine?"

"My lord. Shadow of shadows. These are troubled times."

"And that is why I wish to speak to you walker. I wish to know why my lands turn black. I wish to know where the nuance of shade has gone. The city you left behind you, it flickers in flame and dies. Leaving nothing behind but true darkness."

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Stay a Moment

Magic #178

Around her the shadows of leaves in the trees rustled silently. Blown by the same wind that passed through her world. Walking a street filled with only the shadow remnants of those in the real world was strange. Technically she could use any shadow to pass back, but past experience had taught her that popping out of someone's shadow in the middle of town was not a good thing to happen. She headed for an appropriate alleyway, where the only surprised occupant would most likely be a cat rummaging for leftover food.

"Leaving so soon Witch? Stay a moment... Pleeaassseee..."

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Perspective Shifting

Magic #177

She was approaching the capitol. But the shadow lord was here somewhere. She could feel its presence. A gathering menace that clawed at her back and made the skin on her neck crawl.

She changed perspective as she approached. The scale altered before her as she came down, moving from her height felt strange. But as she did so, the feeling of menace grew.

Was she walking towards the shadow lord?

It didn't matter. She had to shift her perspective in order to leave the shadow lands. She did so again, and again until the world seemed normal in size.

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It's All a Matter of Scale.

Magic #176

At her feet a miniature version of the woods. She turned briefly to glance at the burning city, here it was filled with the ghosts of the newly dead. Still screaming, not yet realising that the pain had gone now. Here in the cold.

She took a step. The distance was likely fifty miles, at least. In the distance she could see the capitol. Another step. It felt monstrous. She knew the lord of this place would feel her presence. Would come for her. And it would not be merciful.

Another step, and another. This place wanted her gone. Destroyed.

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The Grey World

Magic #175

If there were any magic users nearby, this was going to look like a beacon flare, but it was the fastest way.

It would also cost. A lot.

She chose the shadow of an ancient oak that was nearby. Shadow step was not to be trifled with, and she hated using it at the best of times. This was an extended travel.

Pulling on the strands that bound the world, she gathered her strength and then stepped into the shadow. And through.

The shadow lands were dangerous to the living. But distances were very different here in the grey world.

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Time to Go

Magic #174

She backed out of the bramble bush, brushing aside the thorns. Dropping down into the drainage ditch behind the bush, she brushed herself down and sat her hat back onto her head.

There was nothing to save here. But one city did not make a kingdom, and the capitol was a good few weeks' ride away by horse. She didn't have weeks. So, she was going to have to do something drastic and about as dangerous as you could get.

She had briefly used it against the world snake earlier, but now this was going to take much more effort.

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All Gone

Magic #173

Hitching up her skirt to make it easier to crawl, she peered through the brambles. Her hat sat on her shoulders.

It was all gone. The city was an inferno. The wooden buildings around the central castle sat in ruins. But the castle itself was broken too. The walls had been smashed open. Eggshells sprang to mind, as a tear sprang to her eye.

As a War Witch, and the coven's focus, she could wield this kind of power. And she had. But similar power had never been used against her. She'd always managed to do it first.

All gone.

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A Bird to Borrow

Magic #172

As the couple and their donkey disappeared farther into the woods, Minerva looked up and found a bird to borrow.

The sparrow flew close along the treetops, avoiding predators from above but high enough to show her that she was a lot closer to the city of Hammords Reach than she'd originally thought.

It was in flames.

She let go of the sparrow. She was only half an hour away from the ridge and she had to see it with her own eyes. Smell it herself. Her coven was gone, now the reason she'd fought for had gone as well.