Where The Odd Products Of Magic Become ApparentA Chapter by MoonAngel
This is a previous version of Where The Odd Products Of Magic Become Apparent.
She was on a floor, that was sure. Was this…Heaven? Her eyes stirred open. Did Heaven have wooden floors? Adainne always thought Heaven was clouds, not wooden floors. Or a dining table, for that matter. What use could you have for a dining table when you’re dead? Eating dead people food, she guessed. She heard a distant, persistent rumbling sound. Then, a voice.
“Oh what? How the Hell did that happen? How the Hell did a War Wizard get in here?!”
Adainne tried hard to push herself to her feet, but it wasn’t going to happen. She felt a pair of cool, dry palms settle into her bare shoulders. “Come on, you silly girl, I’ll help you up, but you shouldn’t be here!” He pulled her up quickly and yet delicately from the ground. “You’d better go sit down on the sofa, those are some nasty burns you have there. Not that it matters, we’re wizards, after all, it will be gone in a jiffy. Oh, a jiffy! I’ve never used that word before in my life!”
The boy guided her to a dark green, boisterous looking sofa, which she almost disappeared into as she sat down. She looked at her saviour, or attempted executer, perhaps. He was definitely good-looking, in his own way. His glossy, messed brown hair was swept across his head in a flat quiff, which he was raking his hand into, revealing his face in full.
He had a deep-set pair of brown eyes, framed by barely there eyebrows, and a similar paleness to her own. He had a blunt, yet defined nose, but what really accented his good-looks was his thin lips and broad, perfectly straight and ivory smile.
His dress sense was interesting to say the least. He wore a long, mandarin trench coat with intricate, oriental gold embroidery, with brown chinos and black horse riding boots. Underneath the dazzling trench, he wore a very open, crisp white shirt, showing off his impeccably toned body.
“Oh, hello you. Yes, my name’s Trellor.” He snapped out his wand. Automatically, Adainne reached for her’s, to realise it had been burned off, as had rather large and revealing patches of her white tank top and khaki trouser combination. “Don’t be alarmed, just finding out who you are…Ah, Adainne Silver, daughter of the President of the Cloudline Initiative. Goodness me, won’t they be mad when they find out I stole you away! No, not stole, not stole at all!” He flew into her face, his suddenly inches away. “You were the one hunting me. And I zapped you down. Although I did only mean to scare you off. But it’s all fine now, I’m getting you sorted out.”
He tilted his wand at her, and Navyheart felt a suffocating tightness at different points of her body.
“Just sealing the burns, don’t worry…” He muttered, concentrating. “And now…” He twirled his wand in the air, producing a black body con dress. “Er, sorry, probably not your style. Something else?”
“That will do, thanks,” said Adainne quietly, taking the dress and standing up. She felt much better now she wasn’t aching all over.
“Well it’s not bad, is it? Now go have a shower and I’ll- no!” He launched himself at something Adainne just noticed- a ship’s steering wheel in the middle of the room. “You have to go back right now or I’ll get in trouble! Then again, I could just disappear and take you with me…” He turned back to look at her, thinking. “Yes…” He began muttering to himself over the wheel.
Adainne stood, aimlessly holding the black dress. She wasn’t sure whether this guy was going to actually let her change. Then, she noticed something shiny and yellow float down the stairs a few metres in front of her. It was a star, but not an ordinary star. It looked more like a cushion than a real star, and had two little black, stretched ovals for eyes, but no mouth. It stopped dead at the bottom of the stairs, hovering above the floor, and frowned at Adainne. At least, it looked like it was frowning.
Suddenly, it’s yellow silk turned abruptly crimson, and it let out a long squeal before shooting across the room to it’s master.
“Yes yes, calm down girl,” said Trellor distractedly, as the star beat him across the head with its right-hand point to draw his attention to Adainne. Trellor began murmuring to himself again, and as he did, the little star floated curiously across to Adainne, still crimson.
“Hello,” she said, nervously. “I won’t hurt you, honestly. I’ve been badly hurt myself.”
The star seemed suspicious. It floated into her face, looking straight into her eyes, then floated round the back of her head, where she felt an sharp but soft tap as the star hit her.
“What was that for?” She asked the star, as it returned in front of her. The star shrugged, turned yellow again, and flew away disinterestedly, as though she’d passed some sort of test.
“Hey,” said Trellor, as though he’d just come up with a genius plan. The star rested behind his neck, curling it’s bottommost points around his neck like a father and son. “Why don’t I drive you home tonight? I’m sure no one would notice a nimbus cloud floating across the sky.”
Adainne looked stunned. “We’re…inside the nimbus cloud? But how come outside of the windows there’s a field?”
Trellor sighed. “Magic, of course. And those windows give the effect there’s a field beyond, there isn’t actually one, so don’t get any stupid ideas.”
“Huh. Well, driving me home’s a dumb idea. Only registered vehicles can get past the C.I. borders.”
“Huh. So we’re just going to have to wait until one of your little shuttles floats into my airspace again. Gotta warn you though, it’s not often shuttles get to fly around in my airspace.”
“Always so precious about your airspace,” sighed a deep, dry voice at the top of the stairs. Adainne looked up, and saw a cat. A talking cat.
“You…made your cat talk too?” She asked Trellor.
He shrugged. “Did it when I was seven. That was fourteen years ago. Guess that makes me twenty-one, huh?”
“Maths was never your strong point,” said the cat, stretching luxuriously before pattering down the stairs. He leapt onto the dining table and stuck out a white paw to Adainne.
“My name’s Boston. Where Trellor and I came from on Earth. And you are?”
“Uh, Adainne Silver. Cloudline Initiative.” She put the tips of three fingers on his paw and shook it.
“A War Wizard? Is that why you’re covered in burn scars and your hair is on end?”
Adainne self-consciously petted down her unruly silver hair. “That’s right. I’m off to go tidy myself up actually, at least I think I am. Do you have a room for me, Trellor?”
“Yes yes, hang on then.” He disengaged himself from the ship’s wheel and trundled upstairs. Adainne followed quickly behind.
“I suppose you won’t want to bunk with me, or Boston for that matter. Although, cat’s beds are surprisingly comfortable. So, I’ll have to make you a bedroom from scratch.”
“Well, I wouldn’t-” But before she could finish, Trellor’s wand was already starting on the new door on an unused space of wall. The star had flown off as Trellor ran upstairs, but returned moments later with a smaller, sherbet star in it’s little hands. As it bit into it, the star turned pink with delight and let out a squeak.
“Isn’t that…cannibalism?” asked Adainne, watching the star.
“What is?” said Trellor distractedly, as furniture appeared in the new space.
“The star…eating sherbet stars,” she said. This time, the star heard her. It scorched crimson, frowned in her face, then took off with the sherbet star, turning pink again as it came across Boston, who said a small ‘hello’ to it.
“Well, it’s not real stars it’s eating, is it? Besides, she isn’t a real star, she’s a soft toy I animated with magic.” The new door slammed shut on his face. “Ah, there we go. A brand new girl-friendly boudoir.”
Before she could ask why soft toys, alive or not, needed to eat sherbet, she was thrust into the fresh, cream room.
“Like it?” asked Trellor, lingering around the doorway with a smile. She steadied herself, and looked around.
“Yes, lovely. Thank you, Trellor. Hey, you haven’t got a spare wand, do you?”
One appeared in his hand, and he tossed it to Adainne. “I’m guessing you can’t appear inside C.I. either?”
“You guessed right,” said Adainne, placing the black body con on the bed. “Which way is the shower?”
“Down this hall, second door on your right. My room’s the one opposite your’s.”
“Right…thank you.” She straightened up a lampshade with her wand that Trellor had left. “Seems to be working alright.”
“Right, well, I’ll leave you to it. Boston will be up here to chat later no doubt, not sure about the little one though. She doesn’t seem to like you very much.”
“I guessed, seeing as she turns red every time she sees me,” said Adainne.
“She’ll be fine in a while. Just feed her sherbet stars and talk to Boston a lot, then she’ll trust you. Which reminds me, I better go seal that jar of stars before she munches her way through them and makes herself sick. See ya!” Trellor swept away.
Adainne took a deep sigh, then looked around. When she looked in her new wardrobe, she saw a variety of new, figure hugging outfits. She didn’t know whether to be flattered, or creeped out. Or he might not have had any clue about what girls liked to wear and thought that might be appropriate. Either way, Navyheart didn’t want to replace them.
She headed straight for the shower, zapping in shower gels and shampoos and conditioners which Trellor seemed to lack. When she was done, she returned to her room with her damp, dark grey hair and pulled on the body con dress. Looking in a full length mirror she fashioned herself, she was satisfied with the reflection. She waved herself a pair of low black heels to match, putting them on and drying her hair with a touch of her wand.
She looked at herself closely in the mirror, and decided she actually wanted a change. With another wave, she now had short silver hair, cut shortest at the back and getting longer towards the front in a sharp bob. She couldn’t be bothered with make up, so she went to leave the room like this.
When she opened the door, Boston was there, grinning up at her. “Oh hello, Adainne. Don’t mind me, I just get awfully bored sometimes and Trellor’s not always the best company when he’s cooking.”
“Trellor’s cooking?” she asked, as Boston slid past her and jumped on her bed.
“One of his specialities by the look of it. He gets stressed cooking. The star usually has to direct him.”
“She seems quite a resourceful little star,” said Adainne.
“She’s practically human. But then again, in some ways so am I. One time, me and the little one were both inanimate- well, she was inanimate, and I just couldn’t talk. Now look at us, almost as human as you or Trellor!”
“Well, that’s magic, of course,” she replied to the cat, sitting on the bed, where Boston was now rolling on his back. “Trellor said the star was a soft toy before he animated it. Why did he do that?”
Boston released a long, regal purr, then rolled on his front and stared up at Adainne. “Well, the star is special to him. His sister made him it.”
“Oh,” Adainne smiled softly at the cat. “Well, that’s really sweet. Where is his sister?”
“Er.” The cat rolled once more onto his back, looking at Adainne upside down with his sharp yellow eyes. “She died, a year ago. When Wizard Eron first started tearing up the world. Our whole family died, actually. It’s just us three now.”
Adainne felt an understanding grow in her. “And that’s why he’s a rogue wizard, right? Because the war killed his family?”
“Correct,” said Boston.
Adainne’s eyes glazed over, as though some unwanted memory had come knocking and she was trying desperately not be to sucked into it. “My mum was killed by Wizard Eron’s regime too.”
“Ah,” said Boston, with a mixture of acknowledgement and sympathy. “Then maybe you two weren’t brought together by accident.”
Adainne laughed lightly. “So we can sit around and share our sorrows with each other?”
“Maybe, maybe not. I’m not a huge believer in fate myself, but no one has ever fell into this cloud before. Usually they’re zapped out of the sky and fall to their death. Then Trellor disappears before he can be caught.”
“Dinner!” shouted Trellor somewhere underneath them, accompanied by a clanging bell.
“This should be interesting…” murmured the cat. “Come on, we better go before he sends the star up here to get us.”
“Alright,” Adainne agreed, standing up. What she really wanted to do was ask more about Trellor’s lifestyle, but she relented. She was very hungry after what her body had been through.
The cat shot out of the room and Adainne followed more slowly behind. Over the banister of the stairwell she could see Trellor serving up dinner at the dining table. A plate full of pastel sherbet delights for the star, who hovered over it in a blush shade of pink. Now he put down a plate of cat food for Boston, who immediately stuck his head into the pile of shiny, gelled meat. He then came to the table carrying two plates of something with yellow liquid.
“Adainne, stop hovering and get your a*s down here,” he said sharply over his shoulder. She obeyed, clicking down the stairs in her heels. As she approached the table, she began to privately dread eating her plate of food. She sat next to Trellor, opposite Boston and the star, and stared at the plate.
“Uh, Trellor, what is this?”
“Jelly beans, pitta bread and saffron gravy.” He tore a piece of pitta bread, crammed it full of primary coloured beans, then dipped the whole lot into the yellow, bubbling gravy covering most of his plate.
“Told you,” said the cat, resurfacing from his meal for air. The star was doing cartwheels of joy in mid air.
Adainne, out of politeness and nothing else, tilted her head forwards to smell the concoction. It smelled like honey. And sugar. With a myriad of fruity flavours from the jelly beans. Then there was a meaty tang, which probably came from the gravy.
She felt the colour drain from her face at the thought of eating it.
“Er, do you eat like this every night?” asked Adainne, trying stop herself heaving.
“I just throw together what ever is quickest and easiest from the cupboards. These are all my favourite things, so why not have them all at the same time?”
“Yes, why indeed,” agreed Adainne weakly. “You know, I don’t really like er…saffron gravy. Do you mind if I find something else?”
Trellor munched and sapped loudly, then indicated vaguely over his shoulder. “Go ahead, check in the cupboards. If not, magic something up.”
Glad to be released from the table, Adainne made the vomit-like meal disappear with a wave of her wand. She went to the cupboards, opening the door to a burst of a dry wood smell. Stock cubes, three bits of penne pasta, and brown sauce. It was a similar story in the other cupboards, and the pantry.
“You need to stock up on vegetables, you know,” said Adainne disapprovingly. “You’re a wizard and yet you eat like a…”
Trellor turned to her, cocking an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“A five year old,” she said, waving up a mountain of leeks, potatoes and carrots on the work surface. “Want anything else?”
“Might have a try of whatever you’re cooking, if you don’t mind.”
“Chicken chow mein?”
Adainne laughed. “You’ll find out. It’s nice. Boston, star, anything else for you?”
The star whizzed from the table and went immediately to a glass jar on top of the pantry, pushing a point against it and squeaking.
“Alright, I’ll just get you one…”
“No!” said Trellor sharply from the table. “She’s already had enough. She’ll be sick.”
The star looked across to her master, turned pale blue, and her points drooped. Adainne looked at the little star and had an idea. She waved a sherbet star into her hand, then offered it to the star. At first, the star pretended not to notice her.
Then, she noticed what Adainne was offering. She squeaked, turned in the air, and took the sweet off Adainne. Then she turned pink and flew back to the table.
Trellor let out a long sigh. “What did I say? Make that her last.”
“Sorry,” said Adainne, with a satisfied grin at the gleeful star. She turned back to her dinner, producing ingredients from the tip of her wand, and chopping up vegetables.
“You can always use magic to do that you know,” said Trellor, appearing suddenly over her shoulder.
Adainne squawked. “I could have cut myself there!”
“Ah, but you wouldn’t have cut yourself had you been using magic,” Trellor pointed out with a silly grin, and whisked the plates over from the table to the sink. Adainne snorted, and concentrated on manually frying up the vegetables. Ten minutes later, she carried steaming bowls of glossy, plump pieces of chicken and rainbow strips of vegetable to the table.
“Looks delicious,” said Trellor, clapping her hard on the back in a congratulatory way.
“I hope you have room for it- I slaved over a hot stove for you,” she said, sliding into her seat. Boston had retired to his cat bed under the stairs; the star was tickling his belly, and he purred in response.
Trellor had his wand out, and was lighting the candle sconces around the room. Darkness was a falling, thick blanket outside, turning the fantasy fields beyond a rich, fertile dark green. Had she really been there that long already?
“Better get it before it gets cold,” said Trellor, which was exactly what Adainne was about to say. He plonked himself in the chair and twisted the slender noodles round his fork, stabbing it into his mouth.
“Mm, this really is good,” he said, inadvertently spitting half a red pepper strip across the table. “You know,” he continued after wiping his mouth, “It’s been a long time since someone else cooked for me. Mom always did the cooking, and I never really learned. Mind you, I should have been living on my own by the time I was twenty anyway. But no matter, I’m living on my own now.”
“Excuuuuuse meeeee,” purred Boston somewhere in the distance.
“You know what I mean, silly cat. I haven’t actually talked to another human since the Day of Clouds.” Trellor looked at Adainne, the edge of his thin lips smeared with wet sauce. “You’ll be a fun person to travel with, I can tell. Anyone who cooks me food this good is more than welcome on my ship.”
“Thank you,” said Adainne, with a broad smile. She liked compliments, but then, who didn’t?
“Get a room,” muttered the cat in the corner, as the now yellow star floated away from him.
“I’m just telling the truth. And I think you’ll find I prefer cupboards. Heh.” He stared at Adainne invasively, then fled with his empty bowl to the sink.
“Can’t you two get to bed at least?” groaned Boston. “I can’t sleep if you two are hovering about and being so loud.”
“After I’ve locked the ship, we’ll go up,” said Trellor, going to the ship wheel. “Of course, you can stay here if you want Adainne.”
“No, I’m tired too,” she agreed, yawning as she transferred her bowl to the sink. “And I hate being all dressed up with nowhere to go. The sooner I get into trackies, the better.”
“Get into what?” asked Trellor, turning the ship wheel dramatically to the right until it gave a loud click. The ship shuddered for a moment.
“Jogging bottoms. You didn’t give me any but I can magic up my own.” She yawned again. “Okay, well, if you don’t mind, I think I will go up now.”
“Night,” said Trellor, pointing his wand at the door.
“And stay away from cupboards,” Boston put in, giving a meow-yawn.
“I’ll try,” she murmured, dragging her lead legs up the wooden stairs. When in her room, she quickly transformed her clothes to something more agreeable for bed. The weight of her fatigue pulled her underneath the thick sheets, and was nearly sleeping.
It was dark in the room, but Adainne parted her eyes for a moment to see something fly into the room. The star. She saw it’s dark silhouette float into her eyeline, then down onto the pillow next to her head. She squinted enough to see the star was still yellow and not red.
“Hey, little one,” she said, poking out her index finger from the duvet to the star. The star shifted, shook a little, then burst into gold light. It lit up the room in a way a child’s nightlight might- dim but warm. Seeing her outstretched finger, it waddled forward and, with a moment’s hesitation, placed it’s right point onto its tip, and they shook.
“I’m glad you’ve stopped attacking me,” she admitted to the star. Somehow, the star’s face twisted to make a ‘I don’t know what on Earth you’re talking about’ expression, and it folded its points indignantly. Adainne laughed.
“Well, your light is making a very nice atmosphere in here. Mind hanging around while I get to sleep?”
The star twirled and squeaked, which she assumed was a yes.
“Okay, thanks. So do you have a name? Or do they just call you ‘star’?”
The star’s gold light faded to a dark blue, and again her points dropped. The light now was a solemn mid blue.
“Did I say something wrong? Are you okay?”
The star shook again, and returned to her happy yellow colour. Adainne blinked in confusion, and at the sudden change in light.
“Sorry, I won’t ask again. And don’t expect me to keep sneaking you sherbet stars in return for you being nice. I hope we’ve just decided to call it quits at that.”
The star’s topmost point wiggled a nod.
“Thanks. Don’t worry, you can leave when I’m asleep. But your light is really comforting just now. And I need the comfort just now. It might be months before I ever return home.”
The star just stared at her. Then it flew over and sat on the top of the wardrobe. Adainne smiled at her, then her eyelids drooped.
Adainne was never made aware of this, but as she submitted completely to unconsciousness, the star floated off her perch and hovered just an inch above Adainne’s face, giving her a kiss on the tip of her nose. Then, her light faded and she spun out of the room.
© 2011 MoonAngel
Added on June 20, 2011
Last Updated on August 13, 2011
N I M B U S
Edinburgh, United Kingdom
About“Kiss me and you'll know how important I am.” I'm a 19 year old English student. I'm quite dedicated to writing and I've been working on the Light After Fire series officially for ei.. more..
People who liked this story also liked..