Shelly was many things when she woke up in the morning. She was refreshed from having one of the best sleeps she had in her life. She was also tired, knowing that she’d have a very tiring day ahead of herself. There was also expectancy, after all, just yesterday she had began to meddle with magic, and to say that she didn’t want to see what would happen would be a lie.
However, above all else, there were two things that she was at that moment that stood over the others.
For a moment, Shelly started to think that possibly working there might not be that bad. If she just avoided the dangerous jobs and sticked to the simpler ones, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Heck, if she stayed she could even use magic! Yes, she would have to stick to becoming a girl from time to time, but magic! How many people would she possibly know that could use actual magic?
“Should we go back?” Shelly asked once she finally washed away her shock.
For a brief moment, Luna looked at the Leviathan in surprise, but her answer didn’t come immediately as she looked back and forth between Shelly and the city. Watching as the right head of the serpent spewed a blue all-freezing gas in the direction of the green girl. Different from the blue one, who’d avoid the magic nimbly, this girl stood in place. Despite not being able to make out the details, Shelly did manage to see as a green bubble covered the girl just before she was engulfed in the icy mist.
After the serpent stopped to get its breath back, it revealed a large sphere of ice in place of where the girl had been. For a moment it looked smug as it stared down at it, but soon it widened its eyes in shock and flew back.
[I’M GOING TO SEND BIG SIS THERE RIGHT NOW, YOU HEAR ME?]
The messages popped up in Michael’s cellphone one after another as Shauna started to sound more and more panicked. Either that or angry. Typing as quickly as she could with the still unfamiliar hands, she replied:
Michael felt as if a heavy curtain had been lifted from his mind as he started to regain his consciousness. Being someone who was a bit slow to wake up on his own, it still took him at least two minutes of collecting his thoughts to finally earn enough motivation to open his eyes.
Even in his slow mind of post-waking up, it took him no more than a few seconds to understand that he was in a place he didn’t recognize. The ceiling wasn’t the wooden roof he was used seeing in the old man’s house. Nor was it the plain ceiling of the house he had been renting.