Welcome! This month I’m writing a small story each day to try to brainstorm a future full-length novel, a sequel to my current WIP Memories and Magic.
I have been playing around a bit and have tentatively titled the sequel Rulers and Rebellions.
I had intened for today’s scene to go a little longer but I got distracted with some other tasks I needed to do, and the writing got left until late. This seemed an all right place to stop.
Today’s prompt is: Missing.
“Three members of the Magic Guard went missing a month ago,” Voidsun said in a low voice. “We’ve tried everything we could, but there is no trace of them.”
Clara tilted her head. “Why are you telling us this? Are you going to accuse us again?”
Voidsun looked uncomfortable. “We thought… we thought perhaps you could help us. Trace them somehow. Using…” He couldn’t seem to bring himself to finish the sentence.
“Using magic?” Clara supplied, actively stopping herself from scoffing at him. “After everything we’ve been through over the past weeks, now you want us to use magic to help you?”
“Will you do it?” Voidsun asked, deliberately skirting Clara’s question.
“You’d best be asking Max,” Clara said, motioning towards him. “Traces aren’t really my domain.”
“Isn’t the monarch of Thelidon supposed to be all-powerful?” Voidsun asked, and the usual scorn was back in his voice.
“The powers I have are strong, but they hardly make it possible to do everything.”
Voidsun turned to Max, who Clara saw stand up straighter as Voidsun approached him. “Can you find them?”
“We can try. There’s a spell, but we’ll need something that belonged to them.”
Voidsun nodded. “Come with me.”
He immediately turned and started heading out the door. Max followed and Clara brought up the rear. Clara thought she saw Voidsun roll his eyes when he looked over his shoulder and saw her. If he thought she was letting him take Max anywhere alone, particularly when he was asking Max to perform Aligarian magic. What if it was a trap to make him perform something illegal?
They took one of the mechanical carriages and soon after ended up several streets away. Voidsun had the driver stop outside a white terraced house. He opened the gate and made his way straight up to the door. Clara and Max hung back on the kerbside. A woman in a mop cap and white apron answered Voidsun’s knock and after a brief dialogue, nodded and stepped aside. Voidsun turned and beckoned for Max and Clara to join him inside.
As soon as Clara stepped across the threshold, she felt a wave of nausea hit her and a strange humming resounded inside her head. She stopped in her tracks.
“Blood magic,” Max whispered. “I could feel it from outside.”
“How come I’ve never felt it before?”
“You’ve never been anywhere where it’s been performed.”
“I’ve had it performed on me.”
Max frowned. “Hmm. Maybe that makes a difference, your being the recipient. Either way, something happened here. Something bad.”