*** Of Fellineweres and Curses.
Premise: When a transportation spell sees Shiro, Matt, Sam and Allura go missing from the Magic Academy and not safely delivered at the Whitecliffe Tower, Keith, Lance, Hunk, Pidge, and Coran, all find themselves on the hunt for their missing friend.
Scene: Omega Lance. Necrotic Magic. Curses. Heats. Monsters and Mana appearances, except they’re all Magic users. Teacher Coran. Loner Keith. RIP Adam, I prefer working with Curtis.
“Guys, we shouldn’t be here”
Worrying his pointer fingers together, Lance sighed at his best friend Hunk. The man a mess of nerves and maybe not the best person to have roped into his latest night time excursion
“Dude, we’re not doing anything. We’re only sneaking up here to have a look”
“But what if we get caught, man. Oh man, we’re going to get caught”
“If we get caught it’s going to be because you’re worrying out loud. We’ve made it this far”
“But they said the tower was off limits”
“Yeah, and? We’re only taking a look… if it’s good enough for Keith creep out of bed, it’s good enough for us. Come on, buddy. All we’re going to do is take a little looksie then right off back to bed”
“Lance, I don’t like this”
“Have I ever led you astray?”
Hunk wounded him. Lance may have kind of gotten them in trouble once, but the punishment wasn’t horrible as they were allowed to use their magic to do the dinner dishes for two weeks. Studying at the Galaxy Garrison, the Garrison had been Lance’s dream for as long as he could remember. Coming from a family of mostly magic users, he’d always known his time would come… even if his magic had come earlier for him than most of the other people who started training there at 17 after spending a year or so under their parents in a kind of loose apprenticeship. The day he’d been assigned Hunk as his roommate had been one of the best days of his life. He’d instantly liked the bigger teen, who looked like a small teddy bear but was in fact almost all muscle. Hunk’s magical base was all things “light”… He could bend and warp light in ways that left Lance spell bound, by harnessing the warmth found in the natural element. It was also a perfect compliment to Hunk’s true love which was all things culinary, his baking already sparkling without applying a little magical boost.
Continuing up the stairs, Lance held his breath as he strained his hearing to avoid getting caught. The Garrison was in shock and had been for the last week. Classes had been cancelled and the whole school left buzzing with rumours over how the teleportation spell could have possibly gone wrong. Part of the continental network, the teleportation network was made from old magic. Old magic that had slowly been dying out over the centuries as humans moved away from magic and to technology. The spells back then had been real works of art, not requiring the fancy words most of them needed now… The spell should have held until the tower collapsed, if it ever collapsed, yet the previous week they’d lost four of the most talented magical users in the Garrison without explanation. There was no way he was going to miss out taking a peek.
Reaching the top level of the tower, all magic within it had been banned. Normally a little levitation spell would have the user up to the third floor from the top in seconds. From there it was two sets of stairs and into the teleportation room. He’d only ever come up when with the tower custodian Coran, who’d let him come when it was time for term break and he saying hello or goodbye to his sister Veronica who worked as a magical technician. They were the only two who’d chosen as formal education in magic. His older brother Luis had little magic, as did his brother Marco who preferred to perform as a “human magician”, then there was his other sister Rachel and the less he thought about her he happier he was
“Dude, we should go back”
There went Hunk, worrying all over again. He’s sweated through his yellow headband already, and through his pyjamas…
“We’re already here. If you want to wait here… hold on”
Covering Hunk’s mouth with his hand, he dragged his friend back behind the pillar between them and the door. He’d seen that teacher’s pet Keith sneaking out, but he’d never seen the class’s smartest kid, Pidge, sneaking out of the dormitories… If Pidge was sneaking out, she could have at least told them. They would have come to support her seeing two of the missing were her father, Sam, and her older brother, Matt.
“Pidge is there… why’s Pidge here? She could have told us”
Pulling Lance’s hand down, Hunk sighed at him
“It’s her father and her brother. We should go back”
“And what if she needs us?”
“That’s low, bro. Using Pidge as an excuse”
Okay. The point was taken. The Holt’s were incredible. Pidge’s mother, Colleen, could make anything botanic grow. Sam on the other hand was a magical engineer. Pidge was already in a league of her own. The youngest admitted in the last decade which did make her the target for bullying. She had both her mother’s and father’s gifts, creating an automatic writer to write down the communications in a colony of fungus or something… It was a pretty smart idea seeing no one spoke fungus and couldn’t tell if the machine worked the way it was meant to or not.
Knowing using Pidge as an excuse wasn’t cool, it wasn’t like he wasn’t worried about her as well. Pidge kind of kept them both at an arms length, even when they wound up group up for projects more often than not
“I mean, Keith’s out of bed too. What if they do something trying to get them back and they need help?”
“Then we should be telling a teacher”
“Right. If you want to walk all the way back down there to wake “Mad Mage Iverson with One Eye”, then you go right ahead buddy and let me know it goes”
Legend had it that Iverson had lost his eye valiantly… seeing it’d only happened about a year ago, Lance was more inclined to believe the rumour that it’d been a student spell gone wrong. Lance also wanted it noted that Iverson wasn’t anything “mage-or” or than a major pain, but Hunk hadn’t found it as funny as he had. Groaning at him, Lance watched as Pidge slipped into the room, his best friend finally relenting
“Okay. Okay. But only to stop Pidge. Keith’s kind of scary”
“That’s my bud, let’s go”
To Lance Keith wasn’t scary. He was a dick. A total loner who was best friends with Shiro… Shiro who was kind of Lance’s hero. He’d fought in the continent wars and helped with the construction of the first bridge across the continents to the Orange sand islands. Everyone knew magic didn’t work well over running water, but thanks to the bridge a whole new range of trade had opened up. Lance didn’t want to be the world’s greatest spell caster, heck, he’d settle for his magic actually listening to him, but he did want to do something great and helpful… Shiro was kind of everyone’s hero but even the great hero paled next to the “Garrison’s Princess” Allura.
Coming from an ancient line of magic users, Allura was kind, compassionate, beautiful. He’d felt all funny inside the first time he’d ever laid eyes on her. Gentle and funny, she was well liked, but she always had a way of kindly distancing herself. Apparently she had “fae” in her bloodline and everyone knew that the faes of old weren’t to be trusted. Still. She was beautiful inside and out and he’d really really liked her, to the point of wanting to get to know her, yet he was just a poor farm kid without a chance… Until he’d accidentally made friends with Coran who’d turned out to be Allura’s guardian. Now he thought of Allura as kind of a glamorous big sister and she… thought of him… hopefully? Anyway, it didn’t matter. Allura had the world’s largest crush on one of “bad boys” from the Orange Islands who’d divorced his family and alliance obligations to exile himself there then come to the Garrison. Or something. When Lotor started talking, Lance stopped listening and did his absolute best to keep out of punching shot of the man.
Reaching the door both teens peaked in, Keith and Pidge were staring at the magic barrier domed over the teleportation circle. With Hunk pushing them, Lance soon found himself suddenly going from staring to “squashed like a frog” under his best friend as the door swung open and they both fell in. Glaring at them Keith crossed his arms
“Oh great. Dumb and Dumber by a long mile have arrived”
“What are you two doing here?”
Still squashed, Lance pushed at Hunk
“Hunk, give a man some room here. We saw you sneak out and came to check”
Pidge was not amused, Hunk sheepishly climbing off of him before helping Lance back up
“You mean you were sticking your big nose into things again and dragged poor Hunk along”
So much for making a cool entry. Dusting himself off, he was glad he wasn’t wearing robes or that could have looked wrong on so many levels
“My nose isn’t that big. And you guys aren’t supposed to be here either”
“It’s my brother and my father!”
“You’re always butting in… Anyway, you can see it’s covered with a barrier. We can’t get close enough to see if the sigil is corrupted”
The thing about Lance’s magic was that he was pretty good at breaking things that shouldn’t be broken. It was another part of why he’d had to stay at the Garrison rather than staying at home during the holidays like his heart wanted
“What can an idiot like you do?”
Keith. Goddamn Keith. He’d never gotten along with him and this right here was why he didn’t have many friends
“Like you’re any better. Just let me take a look. It should be still set up to teleport the Whitecliffe Tower right?”
“How should we know? Unless you’re trying to blame us for everyone going missing”
“I’m not blaming anyone! If we’re going check the sigil we need to know what the original looked like!”
“Will you two stop fighting! You’re not helping!”
Scolding by an angry Pidge, Lance swallowed hard. He hated being yelled at, and to be fair most people did, but when he was being yelled at… it brought back too many bad memories and upset his magic
“I’m sorry, Pidge. Why don’t you Hunk and I have a look while you and Keith see if you can find something that says what the sigil should look like?”
Keith huffed at him, unable to give meeting him half way a chance
“Or you can go back to bed with your big nose and let us handle it”
“What do you four think you’re doing?”
Lance screeched as he jumped behind Hunk for protection. Peering around his best friend, he could have laughed if Coran wasn’t standing there looking furious
“Any of you? Lance? I expected better of you, my boy”
The others didn’t really know he was close to Coran…
“We came up as a group to have a look… We were trying to figure out what was going on seeing none of our teachers will tell us”
Coran let out a deep sigh, before moving close to the barrier dome. His hand coming up to hover just above the spell
“I wish I knew. The sigil’s integrity hasn’t wavered once”
“Obviously something happened. My family didn’t just leave me behind”
Pidge mumbled bitterly. Hunk abandoning him to move to her. He was the one who needed the protection after that scream. How was he supposed to recover from that?
“I’m sure wherever they are, they’re trying to get home”
“But they shouldn’t have to! This isn’t right”
With the other four looking at the barrier, Lance shuffled closer to peer at the magic. His smooth tan coloured skin turned purple under the spells light
“I’d totally get running away from Keith…”
“You arsehole. What good are you? You can’t even get a simple spell right?!”
That wasn’t his fault! He tried his hardest to be like everyone else
“At least I’m not some brooding loner!”
“No! You’re a busy body and a bully!”
Flinching Lance let his hands drop, startled by Coran yelling at them. He realised what he’d done as warm magic spread up his arms, the room glowing bright purple for a moment before everything around him went black.
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