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Amira’s Magic — Chapter 2
‘The Other Side of the Coin’
Make sure you check out these (in reading order):
Amira’s Magic — Chapter 1 ‘When you die, die standing…’
Or if you’re not in the mood, here’s a recap!
Plain jane, Amira Thomas, is a boring 20 year old college girl. But boyfriends and classes were interrupted by stomach pains and whisperings that sent her stumbling into traffic. A mysterious man, Aaron Rolland, was there in time to save Amira from a semi-truck- by levitating it over her. Then slayed the three headed Dragon just before it could kill her. Amira awoke in the grassy country with a nice Irish lady, Fran, and Aaron by her side only to be told that she is a Witch, Aaron is a Wizard, and even though it looks like farmland outside, they are still in the middle of New York City.
‘This is insane…’ Amira mumbled as they walked down the hallway.
‘What?’ Aaron said from a step behind her.
‘Nothing,’ Amira shook her head. It was what she was repeating in her head for the past four to six hours. However long it had been since she woke. When she was on ‘the other side of the coin’ it seemed easier to comprehend witches and wizards… dragons and magic. But now, back in her smelly apartment hallway. Walking on the creaky floor boards and seeing Mrs. Riddley, her neighbor across the hall, peak her nosy head out the door as they passed, made the world real and this fantasy world feel ridiculous.
‘Hello, Mrs. Riddley, this is my… friend, Aaron,’ Amira waved to Aaron behind her.
‘Friend, hm.’ The old lady eyed him suspiciously as they passed. In truth, Amira was glad another person saw Aaron. Even if it was this old, grumpy, chain smoker. At least now she knew she wasn’t insane or hallucinating.
Earlier in the day while she was still bedridden at Fran’s, the notion had crossed her mind. While Fran explained Magic, Amira realized that she was probably schizophrenic. It was genetic, she thought. And doctors often gave that diagnosis to her mother, though it seemed more like a guess than a fact when they said it. But as time passed, Doctors slowly stopped trying to explain her madness and became more interested in just housing her. Amira snapped back from inside her head and saw Fran hurrying from one side of the small cabin. Amira asked questions while Fran cleaned one thing or scrubbed another.
‘So broomsticks? Turning into cats? It’s all real?’ She asked still lying on her stomach. Her shoulders cloaked in sheets and a thick hoody.
‘Why yes child, and every night we gather all the children in the villages and toss the lot into a big pot of stew that we stir over an open fire!’ Fran swung a dish rag in Amira’s direction as she busted a stitch in her side laughing. It was this kind of humor that made Amira feel safe and a little on edge, as she found herself constantly hoping to hear laughter so she would know it was a joke.
‘Yes, you Flat Foots do love your tales about us, but trust me girl, they’re more wrong than right,’ Fran said tossing the rag over one shoulder. ‘Yes, yes, some can transform, and everyone can levitate, but it doesn’t need to be a broom, it’s just practical sometimes, you know?’
‘Yes,’ Amira agreed, not knowing. Aaron stayed silent, mostly, sitting in the corner. Fran pulled up a chair across from him.
‘Now have a look see,’ Fran pulled her sleeve up. ‘Some Magic only needs words to work, hm? Risiosa.’
It took a second to notice, but Amira followed Fran’s gaze and saw the tray of candles in the center of the table levitate feet above it. ‘Other Magic, depending on the size of the job, and complexness of the spell, require hands, hm?’ Fran’s hand raised, circled, and gestured towards the candles. The kisses of flames rose and grew together as they made shapes of fire in the air. An edge of which nearly singed Aaron’s eyebrows.
‘Fran…’ Aaron groaned, irritatingly as he shielded his face.
‘Oh hush up about it,’ Fran snapped back. ‘And finally, the greatest of jobs require a wand, hm?’ Fran removed her wand, a tan, rigid stick from up her sleeve, and made a small aggressive gesture at the swirling fire. The flame funneled into a small tornado above Aaron’s head before turning to a splash of water before their eyes. A splash of water that came crashing down on Aaron’s head.
Fran rocked as she held her gut laughing only harder. Even Amira laughed. A pure smile plastered across her face as she was wonder lost like a child experiencing the world for the first time.
Aaron held an annoyed face as he wiped himself dry.
‘Oh, dear, I’m sorry, hun,’ Fran giggled, ‘I couldn’t help me self. But alas, I’m just a Viceleanian, I can’t be held responsible if my spells go awry.’
‘Convenient,’ Aaron rolled his eyes.
‘Vice-leanian?’ Amira asked.
‘Viceleanian,’ Fran repeated for her. ‘It’s a School of Magic. Just as Witches and Wizards are born, they are also born into one of the three schools. You’re either a Viceleanian, like me self, a Jannissarries, like our bruiting hero here, or Proximous. Each school has their own traits, their own skills, and usually their own jobs. Viceleanians are known as the builders. We’re great thinkers, always in our books learning about unique and unused potions and spells, but not so much known for our Wand Magic. Jannissarries the healers, and the high nosed Proximons as the leaders among the Witches and Wizards. But your school doesn’t dictate your job, just your skills.’
Amira nodded trying to absorb as much as she could before something struck her odd. ‘You have builders, healers, and leaders…’ Amira said. ‘What about protectors? Don’t you need them?’
Fran tapped her fingers nervously on the table and traded looks with Aaron like Amira had just broached an uncomfortable subject. ‘No, child, not for a while now. Let’s get us some tea, huh?’
Without waiting for an answer Fran went to work filling an old tea kettle with water and starting a gas burner over the stove.
‘Why me?’ Amira mumbled. Fran shot a look to Aaron as if to pass the answer to him. ‘Why did I walk into traffic? Why did a fucking Dragon come after me?’
‘I don’t know,’ Aaron shook his head, ‘we don’t know. Tomorrow you’ll meet the counsel and probably a thousand other Witches and Wizards. They might have more answers.’
‘But no worries, until then Aaron will stay by your side,’ Fran said.
Quickly, moving from one subject to another, they talked and talked until she ran out of questions.
‘So, dear, is that all you have?’ Fran said. ‘Come on child, I see that mind of yours a spinning. What are you thinking?’
‘I… I… I need to feed my cat,’ Amira said.
It was dark by the time she could stand. The wound on her back felt like molten lava flaring from shoulder to hip down her back. It flared like a slithering snake with every move she made. Aaron stepped outside so Fran could wave a stick over her back. Cast a spell?
‘It should last 12 hours- give or take,’ she said. Amira just nodded like she knew what that meant. ‘Now you just stay close to our Dragon Slayer here, Aaron will keep you safe.’
‘Isn’t he sss-‘ Amira sneered as she pulled on a thick hoody of Fran’s. ‘Isn’t he hurt?’
‘Oh that?’ Fran laughed before yelling through the door. ‘Aaron, boy, you can come in. He’s a Jannissaries, child…’
Aaron walked in tossing his folded up arm sling and bandages into a pile on the table. ‘Cuts, bruises, and broken bones don’t last long on the likes on them,’ Fran finished.
Aaron and Amira walked in silence through a cut in the long grass. She had trouble watching where she was going when she couldn’t peal her eyes from the starry sky. ‘I’ve never seen it so clear before,’ she said.
Aaron glanced at the sky, ‘yeah.’
Amira chewed her lip some as she looked up at him. ‘So, Jannissaries, that’s you’re type of Wizardry or whatever? That mean yo
u can heal from anything?’
‘Not anything, just a lot,’ Aaron said.
‘Fran said my back won’t ever heal, said, ‘Dragon scratches never heal properly.”
Aaron said nothing, but kept walking the trail.
‘Is it the same if it was a Dragon bite and not a scratch?’ She asked.
‘It wasn’t a bite,’ Aaron said quickly.
‘How do you know?’ She cocked her head.
‘I was there, remember?’ Aaron looked to her. ‘And no one, not even a Jannissaries can survive a Dragon Bite. We’re here.’
The trail ended in a large circular dirt patch surrounded by the tall grass. Aaron raised his hand and turned it over as a Raven appeared in his palm. It squawked and flapped its wings, dancing in excitement in his palm. Aaron lowered his mouth to the Raven’s ear and whispered something before he tossed it to the ground. A splash of light cut from the ground up.
‘God-‘ Amira hid behind Aaron gripping his arm. The light became dull as soon as it peaked. The 8 foot circle looked like a dark cat’s eye with a vertical cut iris in the center. Like a coin spinning on a table top the iris rotated.
‘It’s alright,’ Aaron said stepping to the side. ‘This is the Coin’s Eye.’
The other side of the coin, as explained by Fran was another dimension that was laid upon our own. Two dimensions that existed in the same space. Where New York City existed on Manhattan on the human- or ‘Flat Foot’ side of the coin, on the other side of the coin there were fields of grass and farm land and Fran’s cabin. Two worlds connected by the Coin’s Eye.
‘Does it hurt?’ Amira asked, wishing she could just stick her toe in first, juuust in case.
‘Not at all,’ Aaron touched her shoulder. ‘You know that dropping feeling you get from roller coasters in your gut? It’s like that, only your head leaps while your stomach drops, it’s a little trippy at first, but I’ll be with you.’
With a final breath, she pinched her eyes shut and walked through the Coin’s Eye. Like a powerful drug splashing her mind, her head spiraled while her stomach flipped. But in truth, her feet never left solid ground, she didn’t think. With Aaron on her arm, they were now struck with bustling traffic, light pollution, air pollution, and people. It was near midnight, but the streets were still alive in downtown.
‘You okay?’ Aaron asked.
‘Can they not see us just- appear?’
‘No, my I told my Raven to cloaks us for a few moments after we stepped through so we can transition into this realm.’
Amira decided to just nod rather than responding with what she wanted to say, which was, huh? The trip to her apartment was a quick one. Aaron stayed alert and quiet, his head turning to every sound in the night.
‘Have a goodnight, Mrs. Riddley,’ Amira said with a twinge in her voice, unlocking her door.
‘Looks like you will,’ Mrs. Riddley mumbled.
Amira closed the door, locking it behind Aaron. ‘Um. Sorry, about her, she’s… yeah.’ Amira giggled nervously. They were immediately greeted by an angry Mr. Hammy, a short haired multicolored 1 year old cat. She rubbed against Amira’s legs meowing nonstop while eyeing Aaron suspiciously.
‘Its fine, it’s-‘ Aaron saw the studio apartment, choosing his words carefully. ‘Nice place.’
Amira cringed at the mention. To say her place had four walls and a roof was even an exaggeration, as water marks were visible in the corners from the leaky roof. She did her best to keep the place clean and cockroach free, with exception of the mound of clean clothes on one side of her mattress and a sprawl of dirty clothes on the other side of the mattress.
‘You don’t have to lie,’ Amira smiled as she tossed clothes left to right hiding them. Mr. Hammy quickly warmed up to Aaron as he sat on the corner of her messy bed and picked the purring cat into his lap. ‘Mr. Hammy normally doesn’t like people. You like cats?’ Amira smiled, a little excited.
‘Sure,’ he said. ‘They’re picky about who they’re friends with. I like that.’
Amira smiled as she poured some food into a bowl and Mr. Hammy came running. ‘I’m sorry I ran from you… earlier in the street.’ Amira put the dish down near the kitchen and the room was filled with Mr. Hammy’s purring. ‘I heard something- a whisper, a man’s, I think. It made me- it felt like it made me walk into traffic. And then the truck, when it… levitated or whatever, I saw you.’ Amira bit the corner of her lip as she remembered the hard look his eyes as he stood on the street corner. ‘I thought that you were the one whispering. But you were the one who levitated the truck, weren’t you?’
Aaron rubbed his hands slowly, uncomfortably, as he nodded.
Amira smiled as she sat beside him on the other corner of the bed. ‘That’s twice in one day you’ve saved my life,’ Amira fiddled with some of her bracelets as Aaron smiled and looked to her hands. ‘So you go slaying dragons to save girls every day?’
Aaron stood letting out a deep sigh, ‘no, it’s actually been a while since it’s happened. Ever.’
‘Why do you act like that?’
‘Like what?’
‘Like that,’ Amira said standing as she gestured towards him. ‘Like you’re ashamed of what you did, saving me. Fran acted the same way. It was like she was bragging that you slayed a dragon but wished you didn’t at the same time. Are you mad that you did? Did you want me to die, instead!?’
‘No- no!’ Aaron raised his hands to hold off her assault. ‘It’s just- its more complicated than you know.’
‘Stop fucking talking to me like a child, just tell me,’ Amira knew she was over reacting, but she didn’t think so. All night she had felt the tension. And not the physical attraction that pulled her towards Aaron, but a kind of regret. Like Fran and Aaron both regretted saving her. ‘Just forget it.’
‘No one’s ever slayed a dragon by themselves in over 500 years,’ Aaron confessed. He removed his brown jacket and Amira could see the hint of pit stains on his dark gray t shirt.
‘Okay, so?’ Amira crossed her arms.
‘Viceleanian, Jannissarrian, and Proximon are the three schools of wizardry that exists today, and everyone that is born fits into one of those categories. But 600 years ago there was another breed of wizard. Warlocks,’ he said leaning against the wall. ‘They were the warrior class and they ruled every nation. A great war broke out. A world war. Killing millions of Witches and Wizards. Half of our realm’s population died over the 50 year war.’
‘Okay, what made the Warlocks so different than everyone else?’ Amira sat back down on the bed.
Aaron thought for a minute as he sat beside her. ‘You know how your military has different weapons? Handguns, Machine guns, Missiles, bombs… Warlocks were the only one who could perform these level of spells. But in the final year of the war, every Warlock disappeared. No one knows how, or why, or where they went. But they were gone. Everyone mourned their death- we still mourned their death with a world holiday. But the day after they disappeared, the war ended and peace happened. A peace that has lasted 500 years.’
‘So everyone’s sad that they’re gone, but no one really misses them?’ Amira summarized.
‘Exactly, people were scared of them,’ Aaron said.
‘What does any of this have to do with you and the dragon?’
‘We know Dragons were here long before us, some even say Witches and Wizards first got their powers from them. The Warlocks were the only ones who could tame the Dragons, they were believed to have evolved their powers from fighting them. Most magic rolls off Dragons like water off a rock, so it was only a Warlock’s magic that could kill a Dragon.’
‘Oh,’ Amira covered her mouth.
‘Since the Day of Reckoning when all the Warlocks disappeared, a handful of Dragons have been killed, but always by at least 7 Wizards and Witches working together. Besides that, the League of Dragons keep all of the Dragons contained to the continent of Africa. It’s the be
st we can do, is containment,’ Aaron spoke softly.
‘But now that you slayed a Dragon, are you…’
‘No, I don’t know, I don’t think so,’ Aaron rubbed his head.
‘But everyone is going to think you’re a Warlock?’ Amira felt a lump of worry in her gut. ‘They think you’ll- what? Start a war? Are they going to try and kill you? Are they going to take you away?’
‘No, no…’ Aaron said less convincingly. ‘They may just put me somewhere else… keep me away from you.’ He said with a fleeting look at her.
Keep him away from me, Amira twisted. She felt ashamed. He risked his life for me and now the other wizards are going after him. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘No, don’t be,’ Aaron said rubbing her shoulder.
‘No, its my fault, if the Dragon didn’t-‘ she felt overwhelmed. Her hands trembled as she buried her face in them.
‘Hey, hey…’ Aaron said bringing her in for a hug. ‘Come here, it’s okay, it- it’ll be okay, I promise.’
Amira gripped his shoulders hard pulling him in tight. It overtook her. Processing this world- this history.
This can’t be real. Yesterday I was alone in my apartment drinking wine on my bed and watching trash TV. Now it’s Dragons, and fucking dead guys, and wizards, and this great guy who will be taken away.
Tears filled her eyes as she dug her face deeper into Aaron’s shoulder. She didn’t want to let go. She didn’t want him to leave. With Aaron’s arms wrapped around her shoulders she felt safe and grounded. Amira felt his hot breath on her neck and chills tingled down her spine. Her finger’s tight grip in Aaron’s back loosened as her hands slid to his ribs. She turned to his neck, her lips pressed against his neck as she panted.
She kissed his neck up to his ear then back down. She felt Aaron’s stiff body relax in her arms as he turned into her kisses. He started to say something, but Amira pushed her lips onto his, diving into the kiss. I’m sure it was some noble protest of not wanting to take advantage of me, she thought.
But if it was protest on his lips, it was not on his hands as one quickly slid to her hips, rubbing warmly up and down until sliding up inside her top. The warm contact of skin on skin sent shivers traversing her spine as Amira bit his lip some playfully. She pushed him to his back and mounted him quickly. By now it was an itch in her body that had to be scratched. Her breathing hard, as she moaned into the kiss while her hips grinded ruthlessly on a growingly hard member beneath Aaron’s clothes.
A few zippers undone and in moments she was down to her underwear, and his pants were around his knees. The flare of pain in her back was gone- forgotten in the moment of lust and need. Through his thin T shirt, Amira gripped and clawed at Aaron’s hard chest as she felt him slide inside her and she cried out, holding him tight. His hands gripping her ass while she grinded on him. His fingers brushing hair from her face and behind her neck as he thrusted harder.
Amira’s eyes closed as she leaned back moaning from the moment. Basking in having the unbearable itch satisfied. She pulled Aaron’s hands to her breasts and felt his powerful squeeze as she took one of his fingers into her mouth. Biting and sucking on it, she opened her eyes and dropped her hips down harder on his. Their eyes locked as she rode him. Lost in the moment. Until movement caught her eyes.
At first it was small motion that startled her with a jolt as the sheet surrounded them on the bed. Amira relaxed as she felt Aaron relax beneath her as they watched in wonder as the bedroom sheets and quilt floated all around them, waiving like a cool breeze rustled through covers. A faint light blue mist flickered in parts around the blankets like spells holding them in the air.
It’s beautiful…
Amira looked back to Aaron who looked at her. A smile broke across both their lips as a slight excited giggle filled the silence between them before they attacked each other in a ravenous kiss that twisted each other’s bodies together. Through most of the night they stayed intertwined, filling the small apartment in their moans until the sheets finally fell back to the bed and Amira rested her head on Aaron’s chest.
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