The girls had been walking for a while (meaning about five minutes, but Angel counted it as a while, as she became tired very quickly), for the town in which they lived, Abinshire, was very expansive, with three shopping centres spread across its page, a school, and the building that housed Christopher’s lab close by. Of course, that wasn’t all there was in the town, but that was all Angel could see behind her sapphire-shot eyes.
Maddy strode ahead, confident, but something was gnawing at her mind: it was the fact that she had only a little idea of where she was going. Magic Damian lived alone on the outskirts of the town, with a little robotic guard dog, and generally didn’t admit anyone into his cramped abode. There had once been some rumours that he had tried to kidnap a couple of girls from the village and twist their minds with his mind-enslaving gear, but Angel guessed that those rumours were just ones that the new Head of Wizardry had created to myself herself look better.
“Do you think…?” Angel began, but then she stopped.
“Go on, Angel.” Maddy, however, did not stop and continued walking forward.
Angel rushed forward to her great friend.
“Maddy, stop and listen for a second.” (Maddy obliged). “I know that there have been negative rumours about Damian D, but do you think that he could be better for this town than SixRT? She has a wittiness about her that I don’t like… It’s too acute.”
“I’ve never met SixRT, and I guess I never saw Damian D before he was exiled, so I couldn’t say, but right now, at this instant, I think we’re doing the right thing.”
“Okay, cool,” Angel mumbled as a response, before she marched in front of Maddy and looked around. They’d reached some outskirts of town, but not the outskirts of Damian D’s territory, not the outskirts that they had been heading for.
“Maddy, where are we?”
“I thought…” Maddy mumbled. “Okay, I guess we made a wrong turning somewhere. Look, that’s the shopping complex with the bowling alley under it. I don’t usually go this way in town, but if we take a right, I reckon we could cut through and make our way back."
“We’re so far away,” Angel pointed out, her voice deep with childish moans, and she let Maddy drag her around the corner.
Suddenly, the girls found themselves not in the bright falseness of the shopping centre, but in some great blackness that spread across and through them, inside and out. Once their eyes had adjusted to the shock of the block-change of light, they peered around. This place was not a room, yet it was not out in the open either. It had no walls, except for those walls of night-black, as though they had been transported to a cave of rich jet. Maddy boggled, supposing this to be the case, but, after a second, it was clear that the edges were not finite, and this cave was a cage of metaphysical features.
“Where are we?” Angel cried, her melodic voice tinged with disgust and fear.
“I don’t really know…” Maddy muttered. “Even though it seems familiar, I just can’t pinpoint it. Some nowhere, perhaps?”
They stared at each other, trepidation and nervousness spilling over into their hearts. Who knew what was coming next?
“Maybe I could be of some assistance?” said a voice in the darkest of the dark area.
It was strong and so masculine, whilst having elements of a feminine touch to it, and it was authoritative and sure of itself; it was cool and soft too, tinged with a drop of sparkling, witty Lancashire accent, in the same way a glass is caressed with deep red wine.
All that trickled through Angel’s head; nothing other than ‘oh look, we might have an answer’ ran through Maddy’s.
Fingers were snapped, a slide-whistle was played well in tune, and a figure stepped into the spotlight that had just appeared.
“Maybe I could help,” said Christopher again.