@twentyyearsingotham / plotted starter
— THE WITCHES ROAD’S had been different today. maybe she’d taken a wrong turn, a wrong route, whatever it is she’s not entirely sure where she is. best she leave the road’s now, just see where in the world she is and then go from there. a wave of her hand like a blade, cutting a door open and stepping through without a moment’s glance to make sure there was actually floor there. instead, she finds herself falling through the air, the ground quickly growing closer. a gasp catching in her throat and her hands whip out, red magic glowing bright, shielding her. there’s a concave in the road where she hits ground like a little red meteor. above her in the sky, the red glittering maw of the roads, like a wormhole in the dark sky. then, in a blink, it’s swirls and closes up, as if never there at all.
she sits up in the middle of the crater, looking to her surroundings. what she sees is ... nothing that is familiar. around her, people stand staring warily at her, car alarms go off, the beeps quickly becoming irritating. her breathing is heavy, her hair messy around her face as she stands up. her eyes and hands still glint red, slipping across her skin for any injuries sustained in the fall.
