The World Walkers: Unknown World/Aerith: Guinevere: Walking Into A Trap (part 2)

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Part 1

The door charm did seem like Guinevere’s only real option. Fighting him was a stupid idea, because she had no magic and nothing else she had would be even slightly useful. It had, for a moment, seemed possible to throw the sleep charm at him in the hope that it would hit him, but that would just be a waste of an expensive piece of equipment. Slowly she slipped her hand into her bag, watching him watch her. All the charms had a slightly different shape so they were easy to find and it took her less time than she expected to find the door charm. With it in her hand she thought about what its creator had told her. Using the charm would open a door that only she could use, so it would fade away after she’d stepped through it, but there was no way of knowing where it would lead.

Charm makers were attempting to create charms that would take the user to a specific world, but it hadn’t worked. Guinevere had been one of their test subjects, because it led to her getting a couple of extra charms for free, and as a demon she knew all the ways back. Her worry, the same worry all the demons had, was that one day a charm would take them to a world they couldn’t get back from, and as she ran her fingers over the door charm she couldn’t stop herself from hoping that the charm would take her to a world she knew well. Breathing deeply she pulled out the charm, saw the sudden understanding in her watcher’s eyes, and murmured the word that opened the door.

As Guinevere stepped through the door she felt a hand curl tightly around her arm. It stayed holding on even when she dug her nails into it and somehow the grip he had on her meant that he could follow her through the door. Snow fell all around them, as they both turned hopefully back to the door, but by then it was already gone. Shivering, she looked around, trying to work out where they’d ended up, and had a terrible feeling she knew the world even though she’d never been there before.

“Where are we?” her watcher asked, trying to keep his voice emotionless, but she could hear a slight tremor of fear.

“I think we’re on Aerith,” Guinevere replied, now searching for shelter before one or both of them froze to death.

“That’s impossible.”

Smiling, Guinevere shook her head. “Nothing’s impossible when you live on a world that’s been made from magic. Can you see anything we can use for shelter?”

“No. Don’t you have any heat charms in your bag?”

“I had no use for heat charms and they’re expensive.”

“You’re an assassin.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m rich. It just means I’m good at killing people.” Guinevere kept searching with her eyes as she spoke, hoping that the races of Aerith would have some plan for people who were stuck out in the snow. “We need to start walking.”

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

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>>“Where are we?” her watcher asked, trying to keep his voice emotionless, but she could hear a slight tremor of fear.<<

Hah! Serves him right.