Edie is walking home from school. It's something she's done hundreds, thousands of times before. It's later than usual, but not really out of the ordinary--sometimes clubs let out late. It happens.
It's a perfectly safe route.
Edie is walking home from school. It's something she's done hundreds, thousands of times before. It's later than usual, but not really out of the ordinary--sometimes clubs let out late. It happens.
It's a perfectly safe route.
It's about fifteen minutes later that Emily, leaving the house to see why her sister was late, finds out.
The scream can probably be heard for miles.
She certainly manages to talk, once she's called 911.
She does not fucking have time for your distractions. Her sister is dying.
Is the ambulance going to be difficult about her riding with Edie.
At the hospital Edie is pronounced DOA.
While this is sinking in a creature turns the corner and hops up onto the table where Edie lies and sits on her chest.
Emily is not paying attention. It doesn't matter. Nothing can ever matter ever again, no Edie, Edie, no, this can't be happening, no no no no NO. NO. NO. Not Edie, no, anything, let the world fucking burn but not my sister, not my sister, no please...
The creature trots forward and extends its earthings till they just touch her. You only need to wish it, and your wish will be the magic that returns her to life.
"I--I wish that my sister were alive--forever, and nothing could ever erase her mind from the world ever again!"
And there is a brilliant light, and Emily may miss the other results in the course of noticing that Edie is healing.
???
She looks down at her clothes.
She is wearing a dress. A pink dress that laces down the front of the bodice in gold ribbon and has short wide ruffly golden sleeves and gold lace trimming the skirt.
"What." It's very pretty but seriously, what.