The Girl From Somewhere – Teaser
People think me dim, owing to how I talk a bit slow and my knees are always scuffed up on account of all the falling I do down or over that which is underfoot. From where I’m standin’ though? They all be the dim ones, for I’ve seen things ripped from their darkest fantasies. I’ve witnessed them and I’ve faced them as fact. If they all knew the things that I knew, well I’m not sure there would be a wink caught among the bunch! They could never “know” these, however, for they are falsehoods and fairytales in their reality. That there is the funny thing about make-believe. When you imagine, you create a reality for the entities you be imaginin’. And that reality? Well I may just have holidayed there.
These trips aren’t pleasure cruises though. I’m not the type to bare claw up a mountainside or go slay the dragon because I’m bored and it happened to fall within acceptable questin’ distance. I’m just a girl. A witch girl, I suppose ‘serves mentionin’, but still just a regular young bachelorette. You see my people were banished from our home-world ’cause the plain folk were frightened by how we had consorted with demons, and the “proper” mages were disgusted in the way we cast our spells.
You can’t create somethin’ outta nothin’. Just as a fire, magic needs fuel. Most use mana cysts, said to be tears or blood of the gods. But we Aliorumnas? We use our own blood. Normally there aint nothin’ mystical ’bout humans. Blood is just some sticky liquid as mundane as water or ale. Remember when I mentioned consortin’ with demons though? Well somewhere down my family tree, somebody consorted real real hard with a friendly demon or daemonette.
And so we of magic blood were banished away, landing in some backwater realm in another world to train our skills in peace and stoicism. It aint bother me none, for I’ve never known someone who had known someone who had known someone who was there. Still we were nobodies in our new existence and would remain so until we had a leader powerful enough to bring us back to shinin’ above the rest. Hey, nice ta meet ya! That was supposed to be me. They said I was born leagues more potent than the rest. My potential was truly unbridled, but as I grew my star fell quicker than a comet crashin’ into a hovel. Turns out the only thing greater than my innate potential is my talent for bumblin’ and fumblin’. It seems magic’s mysteries are deep indeed.
I’ve been lost adrift through time and space and reality for handfulla years, blinkin’ away to who-knows when I fail a spell too much, or sneeze too hard, or just dream a bit too deeply. I’m Dinja Nespretani and I seem to currently find myself eyeballs deep in a whole sack of trouble!
