"Whoooah, did you feel that?!""....feel what?""Oh, that's right, your abilities are from boring old 'science.' You're not tuned in to the greater goings-on in the metaphysical dimensions. It really must be so dreary, only seeing the world through one plane of reality.""Yeah, keep talking down to me, and you'll get flattened. See how you like your dimensions and planes when you're only two-dimensional.""Whatever. Point is, something big just made a splash in the higher realms. Like, your mom doing a cannonball off of the high-dive, that's the kind of splash we're talking.""Screw you, Jinx.""In your dreams. Anyway, normally anyone accessing magic doesn't leave much of a ripple-- even the more powerful casters can't be felt from too far off. But that, that was something powerful. And dangerous.""Think it's got something to do with the girl that the fat kid is after?""I'd bet on it, and I'd win. I knew the charm I'd put on Tubby would increase the likelihood of him bumping into them to an eventual certainty, but I didn't think we'd get our payoff so soon. Who would've thought good old Fatso would get lucky before you?""Bite me.""Loser.""Brat.""Oaf.""Bitch."".......""....you wanna make out a little before we go find them?"".....thought you'd never ask."
"What the hell?" I say to myself, looking around my room in disbelief.
"What is this?"Everything has gone black, the world around me enveloped in a darkness beyond the deepest shadow, the strongest ink. Yet I can still see the shapes of things, outlines in stark white. No shades, no gradients, only black and white in razor-sharp contrast.
My vision isn't all that's changed. I can
feel everything in the room-- every piece of dirty laundry crumpled in the corner, every page of my mother's old books of magic and occultism, every molecule of air. Everything that the darkness touches, I feel as if I am touching them, holding them, maybe even able to
move them....
I look at a sock near the corner of my bed, and imagine it moving a few inches to the left. It moves a few inches to the left.
".....you can't be serious," I say, still not believing what I'm seeing.
"I did not just accidentally discover how to control my magic powers. That would be stupid."Right. As stupid as a bubbly alien space-princess crash-landing right in front of me.
I imagine the sock lifting into the air. It lifts into the air. I imagine my clothes neatly folding themselves and being sorted into their drawers. They neatly fold themselves and sort into their drawers. I imagine--
I imagine seven billion mortal souls bending to my will----....I imagine my mom's old journal floating into my hand. It floats into my hand. I--
I imagine oceans of blood and fire, the air choked with ash and ringing with the screams of--...I imagine my feet lifting off of the ground. I lift off of the ground, hovering in the air with my sock and my book, and I imagine--
I imagine the innocent defiled, the weak trampled, and the proud laid low for all of eternity--Rachel!"........Mom?"
"....and that's why Fourth Edition was basically the worst thing since cancer," my new friend Alex of the Dorks regales me with his knowledge.
"Truly, it sounds to have been a dark time," I say with solemnity.
"But I have the confusion: if you had already purchased the rules from the Third Edition, did these Wizards of the Coast come and steal them from you when they released their evil Fourth Edition?""....well no, we still had all the rulebooks and stuff.""Did the ruling class of your city impose an unjust decree and declare it illegal to play the Third Edition?""....I mean, no, there was nothing like that.""Then why did you not continue consuming the entertainment you enjoyed, and merely avoid that which you did not?"Alex sputters and stammers for a moment, before exclaiming
"I-it's not that simple, okay?!" I believe I have somehow offended him with this line of query. Even if he is not the mighty warrior I believed him to be, I do not wish to hurt the feelings of those I would have as my friends.
"I see I still have much to learn," I nod, hoping to assuage him as I change the subject.
"Tell me more of this LARP and your conquests in--"There is a sound like a roar of thunder, and in the apartment above, I hear Rachel wail in anguish.
Righteous fire burns in my hands, and I take leave of gravity as I rush to her aide.
I'm vaguely aware of my body collapsing back onto the floor, but at the sound of my mother's voice I barely notice it. I've been seeing her, hearing her, more often in my dreams lately, but this isn't a dream this time.....I think.
Rachel, you have found the Sigil Words. You have awakened your Soul Self. I.....I'm so proud of you, my little Raven."Don't call me that," I say, almost by reflex.
"This isn't real. You're not real. You're......Mom, you're......"I'm gone, Rachel. I was able to leave an echo of myself here for you, but even that will fade. My true soul is....where I belong now. With your father."...my father? You mean Sebastian?"Sebastian Blood was only a vessel, a shell to be used by his master. I did not know who he was, what he was, until it was too late. Even so, I did his will, and for that, I can never be forgiven. But you can fight him, my Raven. You can deny him, and you can defeat him. You must--DAUGHTER.
"Mom?!?! What's--"Rachel, listen! You must--I SEE YOU.
"You.....what are you?!"You can defeat him, Rachel, but not here, not yet! First, you--YOU HAVE GROWN POWERFUL. THAT IS GOOD.
"Get out of my head, get--"YOUR POWER WILL BECOME MINE. AND TOGETHER, WE WILL BURN THIS WORLD.
"No! I'm not going to burn anything, I'm not going to hurt anyone!"Resist him, Rachel! Deny him!YOU CANNOT RESIST. IT IS WHAT YOU ARE. AFTER ALL....
...YOU HAVE TOO MUCH OF YOUR FATHER IN YOU.
"N-no, that's.....that's not--"RACHEL!RACHEL...
"RACHEL!I fly as quickly as I can up the stairs and force the door open. I find my friend engulfed in darkness, her face a mask of horror and dismay, as her furniture and trappings spin through the air like a whirlwind.
"I'm not.....I won't....." is she says between gasps and sobs.
"....no......n-no...."I do not know what has overcome her. But I cannot let her suffer so.
"I am here, Friend Rachel!" I call out, stepping into the darkness and swatting away a pair of jeans that whirl through the air towards me.
"I will assist you in whatever ways I can!"More detritus from the room assails me. A chair, a sharpened writing implement, a pair of undergarments, all try to bludgeon or pierce or smother me as the darkness and chaos of the room swirl and crash. Still, I persist.
"....no...." Rachel whimpers, her eyes full of tears.
"Hear me, Friend Rachel!" I implore.
"Whatever this is, you must fight it! I have seen your strength, I have seen the good in your soul! You can resist this, you can defeat it!"Since coming to this world, I have often felt like a failure and a fool. But I persist, because I must. I am Starfire, and the flames of Starfire must burn ever bright, even the darkest of shadows.
Here, in the deepest blackness I have ever seen, I let my light shine, and I take my friend's hand.
"You can defeat it," I assure her, with all of my heart,
"But you will not have to defeat it alone."I see her blink. I feel her hand tighten around mine.
And what she had said as a whimper, she now says with conviction.
"No."The darkness shudders, and the debris flying around in the room falls to the floor.
"NO," she repeats, staring at some point beyond me.
"You won't have me. Or anyone else. This isn't your power. It's mine. And I'm going to use it to stop you."The swirling, chaotic mass of shadows suddenly goes still. And it takes form.
Around Rachel, what was a whirl of grasping tendrils becomes a pair of wings. The shape of one of this world's avian creatures.
A powerful black bird, which lets out a piercing cry.
.....then she collapses into my arms, and the darkness dissipates like fog in smoke.
"Rachel!" I exclaim as she flutters in and out of consciousness.
"Are you all of the right? Do you require the assistance of a healer?""Nnnnngggghh," she groans.
"I'm.....not really sure. I must have, I don't know....blacked out. I had a crazy nightmare, I started moving things around with my mind, and then--""...I do not believe this was an event of the dreaming," I tell her.
"Your gifts of power, they were active. I saw them throw this whole chamber into darkness."She blinks in disbelief, and looks to me.
"So that was all real? I'm not seeing things?""I believe you are still capable of sight," I answer, unsure how that is relevant,
"but yes, I believe your experience was true.""........shit.""....you are in need of evacuating your bowels?""No, it's.....it's an exclamation. Something you say when things are about as bad as they can get.""I see," I say to her.
"If you would like some comforting, I would be happy to provide an application of the snuggles.""Not right now," she shakes her head, and stands up, dusting herself off.
"We've got some work to do. But first, I think we ought to come up with an explanation for that Alex guy. We probably scared him pretty bad there.""Oh, of course!" I exclaim, as I begin to float toward the staircase. Then, remembering Rachel's admonitions about 'freaking people out' by flying around them, I place my feet on the floor and walk down the stairs.
"My apologies, friend Alex, but friend Rachel has--"I look down into the book store, and see that friend Alex is nowhere to be found.