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Food first. Rae would stop somewhere and buy something to eat before trying to find another portal, because without food she wasn’t going to get very far. She actually couldn’t remember when she had last eaten something. It had been before her last job, that was something she was certain of, and just before the magicians attacked she had thought about heading downstairs to get something to eat. Her hand had been on the doorknob when she heard strange noises, but it was the first scream that had convinced her to get out of there without going to see what was happening. The others had probably been braver, or more stupid, and gone to join the battle, while she had been climbing down the wall using the little magic she had left. As far as she was concerned that was the logical thing to do – live to fight another day.
Without letting herself stop to think Rae walked into the first place she saw that sold food, knowing that if she did think she’d stop herself. The magicians, hopefully, didn’t even know that she had escaped, and if they did they were going to be very unlikely to follow her on a world without magic when they must know that having her wand meant that she had the advantage. She picked up a couple of sandwiches, crisps, chocolate, things she could eat on the go, because she didn’t want to stop for too long. Even if the magicians weren’t hunting for her there was no guarantee that the thieves weren’t. Anyone who escaped one of those safe houses would know that someone was giving them away, as that was, sadly, the only logical explanation.
Sighing, she brushed a tear off her cheek. To begin with she had been so certain she’d made the right choice when she found the thieves’ school, but she was beginning to think that she might have been very wrong, and that meant her only real option was to go to the other world. After everything she’d been taught about the magicians it really was the last thing she wanted to do. Then again there was a chance that they had simply been taught to hate the magicians so that they wouldn’t feel guilty about stealing from them. Rae never had, because she’d never stopped to think before that the thieves might be wrong, not when their aims seemed so sensible. Unlike the magicians the thieves wanted things to be equal on both of the worlds, rather than one world having magic and the other world having nothing.
“They’re wrong, you know?” a male voice said, making her jump, and she turned to find someone behind her. “The thieves really don’t know what they’re talking about when it comes to the two worlds, but that’s not entirely their fault. If the magicians hadn’t decided that this was a good world for them to gather their apprentices we never would have had the problems we do, although I don’t understand why they did what they did, because you wouldn’t have known that we existed. Everything was so much easier then.”
Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.