Runaway Witch by N.D. MacLaine

Author:N.D. MacLaine [MacLaine, N.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-01T05:00:00+00:00

ELEVEN

Free-falling is an incredibly exhilarating experience, I noted as we dropped. We were heading for a section of woods, so I could see the tree canopy but not the ground, but it was at least a hundred-foot drop, and it was going fast.

I pulled magic and called wind. After fire, wind is my strongest elemental magic. I angled it, and it slowed our descent so that, after we crashed through the trees, we hit the ground with a bump and I gunned the engine again.

Driving fast through trees–in case you're curious–is hard in the best of circumstances. It's even harder when there's a bunch of vampires chasing you. Which there were–they had jumped after us and landed easily, and they were doing the crazy-fast vampire thing. I had no doubt they would overtake us quickly.

I only had one trick to pull out of my hat, and it was one of my least favorite things to do. I gathered magic and tore open a hole between realities. It was about fifty feet ahead of us, a jagged blue outline in the air. On either side of it was more woods, but through the hole you could see another plane of existence. I drove through it and sealed it behind me.

I hate going into the Periphery–the name for the numerous realms that border our world. Here is where you find the Land of Faerie, various incarnations of hell (but not Hell itself, which is another layer beyond the Periphery), and other fun places like the Lake of Eyes (which is as creepy as it sounds) and the Forbidden Mountains (don't ask). The Periphery is dangerous, to say the least, and you rarely knew what part of it you would enter from a specific spot on our side.

In this case, we'd come into a forest, but one very different from the woods we'd just left. It was daylight here, and the trees were as big around as redwoods and just as tall. Creatures milled about, but they didn't remotely resemble anything from our world. One had three legs and eyestalks. Another was a bird as big as a bear, with a beak that looked big enough to swallow my head.

And those were the relatively normal ones.

Not many witches can even figure out how to open a door into the Periphery–I was the only one of our group besides Stephen who could–but even fewer can open a wormhole. Surrounding us was a thin tunnel made of blue energy, which seemed to stretch on for miles. When Stephen discovered I could do it, something even he couldn't do, he had insisted I practice over and over, forcing me into one terrifying realm after another.

“Don't talk,” I told Evan. “And do not touch the blue wall. As long as it's there, nothing on the other side can get to us. But if we touch it from this side, it pops, and that would be bad.

“Focus on your house,” I continued. “Keep as clear an image of it in your head as you can.

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