Corruption is Magic

I sit down on my bed as my eyes look at the still broken furniture in my room. My head throbs with the ache of my magic being strained once again for the fifth day in a row. Five days… five times I have had to catch and try to hold that damn orb. Rubbing my temples I groan at the dull pounding I hear in my ears. I wish I could have new furniture… seeing the destroyed furniture is an eyesore. I wish I could just use magic to just make new furniture. Thinking this I recall the fight with Sombra back in the Crystal Empire. Maybe I could make my own.

Raising my hand I stretch out my arm in the direction of the broken table of mine. With a snap my hand lights with magical energy and I try to condense magic over the broken table, I attempt to form it to my will. I pour more and more energy into my hand feeling my already present headache grow in ferocity. Slowly the formation of my magic before me condensed and solidified producing a gleaming crystal. Fueling it more and more I watch as the crystal grows and shapes into at first a leg of a table, then the top, then the other legs. Once I finish I let the spell go allowing the newly constructed table to thud to the floor.

Looking at the table I feel satisfied at my handiwork but while looking at the table I frown. I hope I can leave soon, I want to find that Succubus soon… I need to get revenge for my friends. Getting to my feet I walk over to the table and examine it, seeing no cracks in the crystal I pat it. I head out of my bedroom and see something odd. In the main lounge where my training happens I see Alexander with the balcony doors open as he looks out at the surroundings of the house. “You’re still up?” Alexander happily asks me.

“Ya, I wanted to get something for this headache. Why are you looking out to the balcony?”

“Oh, just admiring the weather.” Alexander chuckles, I arch my eyebrow in confusion. Weather, this place has no weather changes. Walking over to Alexander I look outside but am met with a strange sight. Slowly falling from the sky are small white flakes. Snow, it’s snowing? How, it’s far too hot to snow. This shouldn’t be possible! “Amazing, isn’t it?”

“H-how? The snow should be melting. Fuck it melting actually, water isn’t a common thing here so where is all this coming from?” I ask as I look out to see the snow slowly gathering on the beyond hot ground outside.

“You’re guess is as good as mine my dear. This is the first time in the history of snow falling in this world. I wouldn’t be surprised if many don’t know what it is that falls.” Looking out to the snow I take a deep sigh and relax as it drifts down from the sky.

“Alexander.”

“Yes my Dear.”

“A while ago, well, a long while ago now. You mentioned a lot about me you shouldn’t have known.”

“Ah, you don’t disappoint in the memory department do you?” He chuckles. “To keep it simple, I had heard of you from an old friend of mine. Gomra, I hadn’t heard from her in years but then she mentioned you and how she figured you had the mettle for being Queen. She mentioned your past to me in said letter.” So, Alexander knew Gomra? I… I never realized. Feeling a weight grow in my stomach I look to the floor.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you two were close.”

“We were, as I said, we were friends back in the day. Oh and how fun it was to raise hell with her. Her child there has a lot of the same spunk she had in her youth.” Alexander chuckles with a gentle sigh at the end.

“Then, why haven’t you killed the Incubus?” I ask, looking at Alexander who responds with a shrug.

“I guess I see it as your right if you want to do it first, If not then maybe I will in time.” Alexander casually says, still smiling like he always does. We both fall into silence as we watch the snow fall but I feel a need to make conversation well up in me.

“So…” I drawl. “Are you native to this world?”

“Not at all. I come from a land that is rather primitive. That is, they were when I left. I ended up here via the typical way folks end up here.” Alexander explains but the mention of a typical way to get this world piques my interest.

“What do you mean by ‘typical’ way to get here?”

“I mean that I summoned an inhabitant of this world and made a deal. You see, this world’s inhabitants who decide to take on the burden of a pact crest can get summoned to provide aid to those in other worlds but when the summoner dies in their world they are brought here.”

“So you summoned an inhabitant from here, died later on and were brought here?”

“Indeed I was. I wanted to be able to kill the king of the Nation I lived in. I managed to do it but I was killed by the guards while doing the deed.” Alexander laughs. “I ended up here and even then it was a marvel to see this world. So many worlds and so many creatures I could never have imagined in a lifetime. Not to mention the knowledge those who ended up here brought.”

“Technology?” I ask, making Alexander focus on me with his eyes filled with glee.

“Tell me dear, have you ever seen what a Gun is?”

“Uh, no… why?”

“Well then, this world has a few underground markets with the more primitive ones folks have brought over time but I also know where there is some… contraband.” Alexander says with a wry smile.

“Contraband?”

“I call it that more often than not the knuckle heads here destroy these items, one of these kinds of objects being books.”

“WHAT! The people here destroy books!?” I ask, anger pumping through me.

“They do sadly, but I know a guy. I’ll take you to see him. He actually also owns the guns I mentioned. He is a collector… or a hoarder.” Alexander laughs.

“Alright, Also can we please get me clothes too.”

“And lose out on the eye candy. I don’t think so.” Alexander laughs. “All jokes aside, the guy I’m taking you to isn’t a clothes shop but we will be passing by one. I’ll take you there. Also, this will be a large city. Do try not to get lost.” Rolling my eyes I cross my arms.

“I can handle myself.” I grumble but deep down I feel happy Alexander seems to care for my well being. Maybe he isn’t that bad.