*** 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 theyāre all Magic users. Teacher Coran. Loner Keith. RIP Adam, I prefer working with Curtis.
āGuys, we shouldnāt be hereā
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
āDude, weāre not doing anything. Weāre only sneaking up here to have a lookā
āBut what if we get caught, man. Oh man, weāre going to get caughtā
āIf we get caught itās going to be because youāre worrying out loud. Weāve made it this farā
āBut they said the tower was off limitsā
āYeah, and? Weāre only taking a lookā¦ if itās good enough for Keith creep out of bed, itās good enough for us. Come on, buddy. All weāre going to do is take a little looksie then right off back to bedā
āLance, I donāt like thisā
āHave I ever led you astray?ā
Hunk wounded him. Lance may have kind of gotten them in trouble once, but the punishment wasnāt 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 Lanceās dream for as long as he could remember. Coming from a family of mostly magic users, heād always known his time would comeā¦ 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 heād been assigned Hunk as his roommate had been one of the best days of his life. Heād instantly liked the bigger teen, who looked like a small teddy bear but was in fact almost all muscle. Hunkās magical base was all things ālightāā¦ 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 Hunkās 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 nowā¦ The spell should have held until the tower collapsed, if it ever collapsed, yet the previous week theyād 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. Heād only ever come up when with the tower custodian Coran, whoād 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 whoād chosen as formal education in magic. His older brother Luis had little magic, as did his brother Marco who preferred to perform as a āhuman magicianā, then there was his other sister Rachel and the less he thought about her he happier he was
āDude, we should go backā
There went Hunk, worrying all over again. Heās sweated through his yellow headband already, and through his pyjamasā¦
āWeāre already here. If you want to wait hereā¦ hold onā
Covering Hunkās mouth with his hand, he dragged his friend back behind the pillar between them and the door. Heād seen that teacherās pet Keith sneaking out, but heād never seen the classās smartest kid, Pidge, sneaking out of the dormitoriesā¦ 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.
āPidge is thereā¦ whyās Pidge here? She could have told usā
Pulling Lanceās hand down, Hunk sighed at him
āItās her father and her brother. We should go backā
āAnd what if she needs us?ā
āThatās low, bro. Using Pidge as an excuseā
Okay. The point was taken. The Holtās were incredible. Pidgeās 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 motherās and fatherās gifts, creating an automatic writer to write down the communications in a colony of fungus or somethingā¦ It was a pretty smart idea seeing no one spoke fungus and couldnāt tell if the machine worked the way it was meant to or not.
Knowing using Pidge as an excuse wasnāt cool, it wasnāt like he wasnāt 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
āI mean, Keithās out of bed too. What if they do something trying to get them back and they need help?ā
āThen we should be telling a teacherā
āRight. If you want to walk all the way back down there to wake āMad Mage Iverson with One Eyeā, then you go right ahead buddy and let me know it goesā
Legend had it that Iverson had lost his eye valiantlyā¦ seeing itād only happened about a year ago, Lance was more inclined to believe the rumour that itād been a student spell gone wrong. Lance also wanted it noted that Iverson wasnāt anything āmage-orā or than a major pain, but Hunk hadnāt found it as funny as he had. Groaning at him, Lance watched as Pidge slipped into the room, his best friend finally relenting
āOkay. Okay. But only to stop Pidge. Keithās kind of scaryā
āThatās my bud, letās goā
To Lance Keith wasnāt scary. He was a dick. A total loner who was best friends with Shiroā¦ Shiro who was kind of Lanceās hero. Heād 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 didnāt work well over running water, but thanks to the bridge a whole new range of trade had opened up. Lance didnāt want to be the worldās greatest spell caster, heck, heād settle for his magic actually listening to him, but he did want to do something great and helpfulā¦ Shiro was kind of everyoneās hero but even the great hero paled next to the āGarrisonās Princessā Allura.
Coming from an ancient line of magic users, Allura was kind, compassionate, beautiful. Heād felt all funny inside the first time heād 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 āfaeā in her bloodline and everyone knew that the faes of old werenāt to be trusted. Still. She was beautiful inside and out and heād really really liked her, to the point of wanting to get to know her, yet he was just a poor farm kid without a chanceā¦ Until heād accidentally made friends with Coran whoād turned out to be Alluraās guardian. Now he thought of Allura as kind of a glamorous big sister and sheā¦ thought of himā¦ hopefully? Anyway, it didnāt matter. Allura had the worldās largest crush on one of ābad boysā from the Orange Islands whoād 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 āsquashed like a frogā under his best friend as the door swung open and they both fell in. Glaring at them Keith crossed his arms
āOh great. Dumb and Dumber by a long mile have arrivedā
āWhat are you two doing here?ā
Still squashed, Lance pushed at Hunk
āHunk, give a man some room here. We saw you sneak out and came to checkā
Pidge was not amused, Hunk sheepishly climbing off of him before helping Lance back up
āYou mean you were sticking your big nose into things again and dragged poor Hunk alongā
So much for making a cool entry. Dusting himself off, he was glad he wasnāt wearing robes or that could have looked wrong on so many levels
āMy nose isnāt that big. And you guys arenāt supposed to be here eitherā
āItās my brother and my father!ā
āYouāre always butting inā¦ Anyway, you can see itās covered with a barrier. We canāt get close enough to see if the sigil is corruptedā
The thing about Lanceās magic was that he was pretty good at breaking things that shouldnāt be broken. It was another part of why heād had to stay at the Garrison rather than staying at home during the holidays like his heart wanted
āWhat can an idiot like you do?ā
Keith. Goddamn Keith. Heād never gotten along with him and this right here was why he didnāt have many friends
āLike youāre any better. Just let me take a look. It should be still set up to teleport the Whitecliffe Tower right?ā
āHow should we know? Unless youāre trying to blame us for everyone going missingā
āIām not blaming anyone! If weāre going check the sigil we need to know what the original looked like!ā
āWill you two stop fighting! Youāre not helping!ā
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 atā¦ it brought back too many bad memories and upset his magic
āIām sorry, Pidge. Why donāt 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?ā
Keith huffed at him, unable to give meeting him half way a chance
āOr you can go back to bed with your big nose and let us handle itā
āWhat do you four think youāre doing?ā
Lance screeched as he jumped behind Hunk for protection. Peering around his best friend, he could have laughed if Coran wasnāt standing there looking furious
āAny of you? Lance? I expected better of you, my boyā
The others didnāt really know he was close to Coranā¦
āWe came up as a group to have a lookā¦ We were trying to figure out what was going on seeing none of our teachers will tell usā
Coran let out a deep sigh, before moving close to the barrier dome. His hand coming up to hover just above the spell
āI wish I knew. The sigilās integrity hasnāt wavered onceā
āObviously something happened. My family didnāt just leave me behindā
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?
āIām sure wherever they are, theyāre trying to get homeā
āBut they shouldnāt have to! This isnāt rightā
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
āIād totally get running away from Keithā¦ā
āYou arsehole. What good are you? You canāt even get a simple spell right?!ā
That wasnāt his fault! He tried his hardest to be like everyone else
āAt least Iām not some brooding loner!ā
āNo! Youāre a busy body and a bully!ā
Flinching Lance let his hands drop, startled by Coran yelling at them. He realised what heād 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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