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Saint Omer
It didn’t take the mugger long to realize his mistake. But by then, it was already too late.
At first, all he knew is that here is this hot-looking red-haired woman looking a bit too confident walking the streets at night for her own good, wearing a short-skirted purple dress with a pointed hat and thigh-length striped stockings ending in pointed boots. With a pretty face framed by the long locks and pointed ears to boot. Maybe some new prostitute or some wide-eyed novice adventurer just asking for someone to teach them the facts of life. The hard way.
When he grabbed her shoulder with a “Your Money or Your Life” line, however, she transformed as she slowly turned her head. Where there was once a clear-skinned woman was now an old hag-like creature with green glowing eyes.
“Yeeeeeeessssss?” she half-said, half-crackled under the beak nose with the requisite wart, showing blackened teeth that clicked with malice.
That was when the bangle got on his wrist.
And as the would-be robber’s skin turned to alabaster white and all senses and life faded from the soon to be marble statue standing in an ally, the witch’s face returned to its true youthful form. Her mouth still showed spite for the fool, however, as she lifted her hand as if she’s holding a phone.
Something out of the ordinary to anyone in this world, but not to her.
“Now then,” Jamie said, “Where was I? Oh, no, just another idiot mugger thinking I’m an easy mark. Honestly! You can’t have a private conversation with your patrons anymore! Yes, yes, I know the spell will break once that bracelet is removed, but he’ll think twice before bothering me again.”
She stopped by one alleyway, held up a finger to someone asking about her, and continued speaking to what could be nobody at all. “I heard that Parnast is a decent place for me to set up shop, and it’s close enough to several locations where I can continue my study, I’m sure to be in the Calais Triangle for a while. Yes, yes, I know I’m going to be the representative of the Black Forest Coven while I’m there; I will be on my best behavior.” She rolled her eyes when she said that. “I love you too Mama, Blessed Be.”
She pretended to hang up the phone and looked around. Whoever wanted to talk to her has run off, while others wanted to catch a glance at the strange woman just turned their heads, as if not wanting to notice her.
Jamie chuckled. She knew she’d attract attention. She’s a Ginger Eladrin, pretty much filled out, and a Witch to boot. A practical attention magnet.
At least the combination ensures that people coming to her keep a cordial, if not guarded, reception. Like herself, she doesn’t want to cause any more trouble than necessary. All she wants is to get some supplies, have her horse, Nero, rested up, and find the directions of the last leg of her journey.
Parnast is just a dozen miles to the West. Nothing a well-rested draft horse can’t reach within the next day. She thought about sleeping in the wagon—she did it several times already—but the inn she found by the stable had a good enough rate and a bubble bath. Bonus! By tomorrow she’ll set up her sanctum in that sleepy little hamlet and go on to her Grand Quest.
The Grand Quest is twofold: One, get to the truth to what happened in the exact instance the fall began— “When the Cubs ascended in the World Series.” She
knows what happened, but she doesn’t have proof—that caused the Dark Age—her home world—to fall so far so fast. The second is much more important: She remembers coming from that world to this one. Did she travel through dimensions…or travel through time?
Those are answers that she’ll find come hell or high water!
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