Spells, Summons, Strikes... and Trixie?

It had been little less the a week since Trixie's odd encounter in the old district. she was having the same reoccurring dream, nay this was no dream or any of it's kin no it was an evil, evil nightmare! although Trixie could remember none of it. it gave her night sweat that Felt like she had just soaked in a tub of ice water. Though on the one week anniversary the meeting with Blood Lust she had the nightmare once more, the difference Trixie remembered the night terror.

Trixie noticed three thing rights away; 1) She was dressed in a cross between academic robes and sports wear. 2) The room she was in had tall curved walls and high domed ceiling. 3) Before her smack dab in the center in the very middle of the room was a pedestal, on the pedestal was a thick book, her wand, a lump of clay, a hand fan, a bowl of water, a candle, a beautiful ornate pearl cross, a silver sword, a gold trading scale, and a crystal sphere.

"Trixie you have thus far failed to bond with a mana source. fail to clam a source and your bond to the mystic plain entirely. In case you haven't got it though you head that. means. your. stage. magic! understand?!

You studied each and every form presented, remember you still have the ability to save your feeble bleh, stage magic. Oh, just saying that make me feel ill." then there was the sound of someone puking their guts up. "there. good. this is the last time you can take THIS test Trixie. I'll ask one last, final time;which is YOUR magic source?"A voice like Trixie's own but deeper, more powerful and the very meaning of the word 'great'. Trixie took her wand and focused her mind in a way that was both strange and oddly familiar.

{{Trixie had awakened}}

"Trixie cast; 'scry' and 'mass banishment'! The book is the one thing left meaning that is the Great and Powerful Trixie's element Arcania."

The voice spoke again sounding as before but confused. " Yes, no, how did you find 'the beat of the magi circle'? Much less claim it as our own?!! Oh look at me I'm supposed to show my self and I'm throwing such a uncool fit." Just then a dark green apperision with long raven hair wearing a white kimono with black sash, it had the face of an unicorn and Trixie's human body. Only more full. "I am your spellbound mistress. I am here to serve you. Till the time you no longer need my help, you now must name me to seal our contract."

Trixie looked at the spirit mirror image of herself. "a name huh, it seems we were fated to meet. so why not Fata, it means fate."

"Then I am now henceforth 'Fata, keeper of the stage'. now the morn comes. it is time for us to wake."

"then this is good bye? no Trixie..."

"We will meet as soon as you need me, no sooner, no later."

Trixie awoke the sun blazing in her bedroom window, but even though the rays of warmth entered her room Trixie herself felt like she was in a ice box, she stretched then clutched herself for warmth. Dressed in her slacks and favorite hoodie as Trixie made her way to the kitchen and that when she smelled it. coffee! On the stove was a fresh pot of the blessed stuff, still hot too, on the pot was a note. it read.

I'm so sorry I couldn't be there when you woke up.

in hope to make up for this I've prepared a full breakfast with a spiced full-monty cupcake! hope you like it!

every thing is in the oven, enjoy.

your spellbound servant,

Fata.

Trixie now was hungry infact she felt ravenous, she tore into the mushroom-feta cheese omelet, then the attacked the bacon and sausages, she wolfed down the hashbrowns smothered in ketchup. Last thing on the plate was the white raped cake. she toke a bite and the flavor was breath taking. If the mana bun replenished Trixie's heart and soul. then this full-monty cupcake not only filled her reserves but all of them to. Just as Trixie had finished the coffee pot's contents. *ding-dong* it was the door, but who it was 6:45 AM for the love of Whodini

"coming. hello?"

"Trixie Lulamoon?" It was a man in a crimson, navy and gold postage uniform, not the typical fare.

"Yes this is the great and powerful Trixie, you expected someone else?"

"no. sign here. thumb print there."

"Trixie will NOT sign anything short of an autograph. unless you tell Trixie what Trixie is signing for. and who you are while you at it."

"aha ah ha ha!"

"Trixie doesn't get the joke, sir."

"s'alright, s'alight. oh wise one, just testing your power of observation, and you gots the right stuff you'll make a fine mage. Now all you need is the gear, here is a spell-charge card, a signet ring, and some basic casting supplies, and what am I forgetting, oh yeah a crafting table and level 1A calderon, and Oh my, a letter from the house of Lust. Now why would be sending you a practical unkown a sealed latter? well it's none of my business. I just deliver the mail. I don't care after that, by the by if'n you need to send a latter just put it in a envelope, sealed is best, and write their name and tidal and I Hermes, master of the post will get it though wind, rain, hail, or snow. Now I must be going, the mail does not deliver it self even with magic.*wink*"

and with that.the bright colors merged into white, then faded into nothingness.

Wow, if this the new normal, mama like! I don't have to at CGH until noon. guess I can go to the library then sugarcube corner for lunch, and maybe check out this 'Flophouse'. Is this the bud of a crush? Oh I hope not I got enough on my plate, maybe if I can ignore it it will go away.