“Flukia! Flukia wake up!” Abhain lightly shook her arm as she began to rouse.
“I’m awake, barely. How long have we been out?” Flukia slowly opened her eyes.
“I don’t know, all of the clocks have stopped.”
“Their magic is gone, all enchantments will be.”
“The people…” Abhain fell out of his kneeling position as he came to the realization.
“They’re all dead.” Flukia managed to pull herself up enough to lean on the wall. “Everyone around the lake will be dead.”
“But we survived?”
“Because we’re young and inside this building, the infused bricks took the brunt.”
“There could be other people then…?”
“Not in Sothwood, only the city walls were designed to withstand magical attacks.”
“But the magic would have just gone over top of them…”
They sat in silence for a while. Flukia had just noticed that her dress was white again, it was to be expected.
It only took a minute for her strength to return to her and once it had she leapt to her feet, crunching the broken glass. She looked out the window.
“We’re still in the else-plane, this wasn’t a phase shift, someone pushed us through.”
“Who could have the power? Who would do such a thing?”
“I don’t know…” Flukia stared out the window taking in the devastation.
The lake was drained, only piles of sand and dead red algae. The grass was gone leaving behind only blackened dirt, the trees were bare and their bark as white as Flukia’s dress.
She had forgotten that all life on the mortal-plane was dependant on magic, it was their life force. This hadn’t just killed the people, it had killed the very ground they walked on.
“We need to go.” Flukia turned back to Abhain.
“Where? Where would be any better?”
“Abby, it’s not just Guardian’s that drain magic, the Else-plane itself is also doing it. We might generate enough to survive but this building doesn’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“The dirt and rock and clay around us will dissipate here, the magic that holds them together is breaking down.” Abhain just nodded, Flukia helped him to his feet.
“I should grab my stuff…”
“Believe me, anything you think you might need you wont, or it’s already gone.”
Abhain was still uneasy on his feet so Flukia held him up as they half stumbled down the stairs.
“Aquiquese!” He shouted the moment they reached the bottom step. Pulling himself off of Flukia he ran awkwardly to the front desk. He fell back to his knees. “Why? She wasn’t that much older than us!”
“She was old enough Abhain.” Flukia put her hand on his shoulder. She wanted to give him the time to grieve but she knew that they didn’t have it.
There was a soft rumbling sound coming from outside. Like distant thunder. At first Flukia thought it was the northern storm ever present in the else-plane but she realized they were far too south for that. She let go of Abhain and ran outside.
Sothwood city had started to crumble, several of the tallest buildings had fallen, the others that were visible at this distance were noticeably off kilter.
Flukia looked down at the road, she could see the cart she had arrived in. It was at the end of sharp turn on its side, the horses were grazing near it, they were now in their true form, pale white with bone spikes protruding from their backs, it wasn’t magic keeping them here. They turned as if to look at her, as if to ask something. Flukia ran back inside.