Obscure Conjurations

by jail-cat

Rating: everyone
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Length: 594

It was ten years ago, when I got conjured along with my three best friends. We had no idea what happened, just that a night out among brethren had turned into a life-long condemnation in a utopian land of speaking animals and magic. Our families, lives, and everything else were gone, washed down the metaphorical, inter-dimensional drain by an irreversible spell. How was I to know that a simple Halloween would make or break our lives?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-03-05 01:47:45 UTC

Prologue: Earth

Halloween Night

“Guys, wait up!” I called ahead to my friends, running down the dark street ahead of me. I can admit, we were a little too old to be trick or treating, but we were still having a blast running from house to house in the large neighborhood. It had been an hour or so since the sun set, but we weren't expecting the majority of the houses to close for around another thirty minutes, so still we ran. Despite the freezing wind, and encroaching darkness, the four of us still ran around in our silly get-ups, pleading for more and more candy as the minutes rolled by.

Our plans for afterwards were still negotiable, but we were going to ride on home and drop off our candy and maybe go to a bar, considering we all just turned 21 around four months earlier. Either way, that was later; we were living the now. It was our shared mindset, after all. So we continued sprinting about, cracking childish jokes, and pulling various pranks on each other. It was truly great fun, to feel so young once again. I hadn't felt this way in ages, not since my parents passed away. But like I said, it’s better to live in the now, and look towards the future. Life allocates no time to reminiscing, and will not be forgiving if you do so. You have to go with the flow and keep your head straight. If you hold it over your shoulder, you’ll run into a dead end and regret it.

“Just catch up, man!” The youngest called out, Blake. Ironically, even if he was the youngest (by three days) he was the strongest and most athletic. Overall, he was the most skilled of us, being the brawn to our self-proclaimed ‘wolf pack’.  He was around six feet tall, somewhat stocky, and had short, brown hair to go along with his brown eyes. His facial features were broad, and his voice very deep and projecting.

“Yeah, Cole!” yelled another, Connor “We’re not waiting for you, you just got to catch up!” he continued. Connor was a little shorter than Blake, however somewhat skinny with grey hair in a ‘high-and-tight’ fashion and blue eyes. He was the brains to Blake’s brawn, being the smartest of us all, and often times the most logical.

“You’re too slow!” chimed in the last, Brandon. He was the emotion to pour little group. I could swear, I’ve never seen the man stop smiling. He’s a real great, friendly, social kind of guy. It’s impossible to dislike him. Brandon’s a bit on the scrawny side, but the tallest of our group. He had blonde hair and blue eyes to go along with his narrow facial features.

“Alright, alright!” I called up to them, knowing they were too stubborn to decrease their speed for just a moment. The faster they were, the more candy they got till ‘closing time’. Now, as for me, I‘m not sure what I was, or what they saw in my. I was a tad taller than Blake, somewhat overweight, bald due to a slight disorder in my DNA, and had chubby facial features. My brown eyes seemed to be the only speck of color other than deep tan on my body, due to the hair growth dysfunction. I was sort of just an abnormality, still unsure of why my friends cared for me like they did. Either way, it was good too know there were still some people in the world that cared about me…