Scene 70

The pain from my wound disappeared from my thoughts as air rushed past me. The small figure of Deena appeared and sped to me. Her hands grasped my clothing and I could see her struggling to stop me.

What could she possibly do? I was much too big for her to lift without even considering James’ weight. Even if her magic allowed such a feat, the magic would not work on me.

But it had too or I would be dead. I concentrated as hard as I could and I felt her magic flow into me. I suddenly felt lighter and I gripped James even harder. His weight seemed even lighter as our descent slowed.

I glanced up and the guards were watching us in disbelief. Slowly we drifted down and lightly touched the ground. Deena released her hold and our weight returned.

James and I stood supporting each other as we realized we were still alive. Even the ache of the wound on my thigh was a welcome sensation.

Our relief was short-lived as the Inquisitor joined the guards on the edge of the roof. “You idiots, they are escaping! Kill the witches!”


The leather-clad woman with pink-tipped hair pointed to the projection in excitement. “Did you see?”

“Yes indeed,” replied the woman in the tweed jacket.

“Amazing,” said the man wearing the robes and showing obvious cyber ware. “Although the reality of my realm resists magic and his own reality does not allow it, he was able to accept the magic of the pixie with little effort.”

Tweed Pleater nodded. “Yes, he has learned to bend the local reality to his own needs.”

Pink-tipped Pleater smiled in satisfaction. “He’s ready!”