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It's sunset by the time Clytemnestra and I reach the stones. I think we both feel the same mix of awe and trepidation. I feel almost as though entering the ring would be... Trespassing? For all that the stone looks new-worked this is so obviously a place of great antiquity. I can feel a whole age of the world looking over my shoulder. I can feel something else, too.
"Clytemnestra," I whisper, reverentially – I feel like a normal speaking voice is somehow inappropriate, "There's... There's magic here."
For the first time since I've known her Clytemnestra looks afraid. The look doesn't suit her. I take a few steps forward and lay my hand on the nearest sarsen. My eyes close and I feel. I Feel.
I've always been able to sense magic. That first time I encountered it my skin tingled when Lecto used her spells on me. The same thing happened when we paid that Pyre Silver sell-spell to protect me from bullets. I even feel the same thing when I use my own little tricks.
It's that sense I'm using now . Using it deliberately, deliberately feeling for magic, rather than passively sensing it.
"Is it safe?" Clytemnestra's voice seems a little too far away as I concentrate on my magical sense to the exclusion of all others.
"It's... There's much magic here. Almost everything here is magic, but it's not doing anything."
I wish, oh how I do wish I were a better sorceress.
"I think it's safe. There's magic everywhere here, but it's still. Magic is change, and this magic is not changing anything," I wish I were better at explaining it to Clytemnestra, too.
"Are you sure?"
I step back from the stones and turn to her.
"No, I'm not sure, but I'm as sure as I can be. The magic here is waiting for something, and not us. There's a trigger condition. A... A keyhole, and it's not shaped like you or me."
"Good enough for me," The look of fear is gone from Clytemnestra's eyes.
Good, she looked strange, I didn't like it. She strides confidently between the standing stones and I have to hurry to follow. The structure still fills me with awe, but I no longer feel so intimidated by it. I no longer feel as though I must whisper and creep around. The brief glimpse I had of the magic in this place was tantalizing, I'd like very much to see more.
Once within the innermost circle the ground is a mosaic of flawlessly tessellating marble stars. They are arranged so neatly that one could not slip a cigarette paper between them, and not a single blade of grass grows through a single crack. Right at the axis of the circle is a stone table, or perhaps a great stone curule seat.
The sun is fully set now and stars are coming out across the purple-black dome of sky described by the stone circle. Clytemnestra's hooves clop hauntingly on the marble floor and I hold my breath, feeling... I don't know what. The world is waiting for something.
From without the circle there comes the unmistakable sound of a gunshot.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 11 years agoI must say that reading your work, is a mostly enjoyable experience, I mean, I have made it this far and will read the next chapter. However there are a few things that are bothering me. Easily the biggest bother is that although I am into ladies, and I love lesbians, it breaks the realism just a little bit for me to never see a male character. I am a brony and am very aware of the show's lack of male characters and the absence in your story is much more profound.
Also, not a big deal, but you use words like sarsen, pants as underwear, and knickers, yet you use imperial units of measurement as narrated by your main character, who would be from another world (presumably contemporary earth, and would therefore use the now commonplace metric system). This merely stood out, and unlike that mentioned before, does not break my suspension of disbelief.
I am not partial to the depictions of excessive hairiness, or perhaps on a slightly more personal note, your depiction of Clytemnestra as dark skinned, (I have never really been attracted to black people, as racist as it might sound). These are obviously matters of taste, and you clearly write for yourself first and publish for fun, and although I don't find them arousing, I find it interesting how you describe it, which is a plus.
Anonymousabout 11 years agopost the next chapter sooooooooooon. This is really getting good.
