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Mystree Deep - Part 4 - Aimee

That morning started off like many others. The early morning chores, like making a fire in the hearth and serving the morning meal so the family could break their fast. Even though Aimee was a schooled wizard, she still enjoyed doing her household tasks and hoped for a family one day. She laughed at herself for thinking she could have a normal life like that after all the schooling she’d been through to become someone extraordinaire. But it was a very lonely life, so she often stayed home, and taught at the school.
“Heck, I’d just like a familiar.” She said to herself out loud. Her teacher had informed her that not every wizard had one. But when it was time for her to have one, one would come. They were special animals, sent by the god’s to aid magic users. She secretly hoped for a cat. Cat’s were amusing animals, and very affectionate. Also travel size!
“What’s familiar, honey?” her father asked as he stumbled to the little table in the kitchen. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked to her for an answer.
“Oh, nothing,” she tried to not mention it around her parents, “would you like some coffee?” She changed the subject successfully. That was her father’s most treasured morning ritual. Sometimes she doubted if he could truly wake up without at least three cups. She would find out today that he could indeed wake up without any coffee at all. She poured him a cup, and that was the end of the normal morning.
The whole house began to shake. Or maybe it was the whole town? Aimee didn’t know. She gasped for air through her trembling hands as dust and rubble poured out of the cracks in the old stone house. She quickly whispered an incantation, one she needed no spell components for, and her and her father were quickly surrounded in peace. A mysterious green glow surrounding them and the entire kitchen like a force field.
“By the gods, what has happened in Mystree Deep?” Her father wiped at the coffee that had become a massive stain on his worn clothing. He looked around them, and as he recognized the spell she had cast he grinned, “The hut again, eh?”
“It’s a quickie,” she offered, but soon worried about the rest of the house outside of the magical hut she had conjured; about her mother, who should be in the cellar working on her jams. Maybe she’d be safe. Dare she look out the window, and risk leaving the safety of the magical hut that surrounded the kitchen? It worked like a shield, never allowing harmful things to pass in, in fact, if something fell on them, it would bounce of, or lay on top like the hut was a stone fortress. But things could go out of it very easily. And could only come back in if escorted by, or touching something that was already on the inside.
She slowly pushed her hand through the protective barrier, her hand passed through in one piece, and continued to the curtain until it pulled the tattered cloth away from the thick glass windows. She gasped and almost choked on her own inhalation. A dead dragon lay just outside of the window, charred almost beyond recognition.

Mystree Deep - Part 4 - Aimee


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