Realm: A Fictional Narrative

Simon and Alison began to walk back to the house. She could not believe the damage the storm had caused, and the fact that it was the spirit inside her that could have caused it. She knew that she needed help from the union. Simon may have calmed the spirit for the time being, but the strength of it was much fiercer than anticipated.

She went inside her house and found the address that her mother had given her, and ran back to Simon, who stood in the street waiting for her.

“I have no idea where Summer Hill Crescent is,” Alison sighed when she handed the small piece of paper to Simon.

“We’ll find it. It has to be around here somewhere. It’s a bit hard looking for things with most the signs being blown up and damaged, though,” Simon groaned as he pointed at a street sign that was lying on the floor.

“We have to find it; I feel really awful trying to eat you,” Alison apologised.

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault. I should have been looking after you more, rather than hiding at the back of the settee,” Simon shrugged.

Alison looked at him.

“Did you?” she smiled wickedly.

“’Course I didn’t. But that storm was something; I’ve never heard or seen anything like that before, bit scary,” Simon remarked.

“I can’t believe how vile I was, I just feel so stupid. Look at what I’ve done. I hope no one finds out that I’ve done this, they may put me in jail, or something,” Alison groaned as she began looking around the streets at the damaged property and vehicles, and the mass of people who had now ventured out of their homes to examine the damage.

“You could pay them out of your pocket money, for the damage you’ve done,” Simon suggested.

“That would take hundreds of years for it to be paid off. Mum only pays me when she remembers,” Alison sighed.

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...eze, so no bulky items, unless they are necessary,” Lidah ordered.

A few of the people in the room dropped bags on to tables, taking out staffs, wands or swords, and leaving the rest of their luggage behind, and followed Lidah to the small portal Room.

It was indeed a tight squeeze. Alison was squashed up against the wall with Simon next to her. Simon was trying in vain to pull his arm away from two bodies that it seemed to have lodged itself between.

“Please, you must be quiet!” Lidah shouted, over the groans when she closed the door.

The muttering and groaning stopped, and she held the key in her hand. The room began glowing of blues and greens, with birds flying erratically around the wall and making the room feel as though it was spinning around, as the magic began to work.

“Frinda!” Lidah shouted, when all the excitement around the wall had stopped glowing.