Origins
starter for @puckliminal
Allie didn’t stop running until she reached Denny’s, finding herself a seat all the way in the back where she hoped no one could find her. She kept busy, working new wards and sigils into her bag and clothes, to protect them from the fire she didn’t know how to control yet. Anything to keep from thinking about what she’d said, what she’d done, what had happened. There was nothing to do about her ruined shirt until she got to school; she’d left her suitcase on the sidewalk in her haste.
At sunset, when she walked out the doors, she quickly realized she had much bigger problems than a lost suitcase.
A crowd of villagers had gathered around the Denny’s, from a time much older than any Allie had visited before, murmuring in shock and fear, An angry mob, complete with pitchforks and torches. One brave man toward the front barked something at her in a language she’d never heard, and she sighed in defeat. Of course.
She thought about just turning around, walking right back into the Denny’s and going back to Night Vale. But she remembered what was waiting for her there, who was waiting for her there, and reached into her bag for something that would get her a way through this crowd.
Some time later found Allie chained to a tree outside the village, alone, in the dark, awaiting a fate she couldn't understand. Finally unable to do anything but think and reflect, it didn't take long for her to completely break down, clutching onto the chains to keep herself upright as her body was racked with sobs. She wanted to go home, to be with her husband, to forget all about Delia and this village and whatever plan the people had for her. She would give up anything, all her power, just to have him here with her now.
