Say hello to Kitty for me.
Nathaniel gabbled the last phrase of the Dismissal, and Bartimaeus was gone. Pain hit the magician like a proverbial brick wall, forcing him to his knees.
Strangely enough, Nathaniel couldn't bring himself to care.
Distantly, as if in a dream, the young man watched the end of the Staff explode; the shards of white light pierce the demon; the seven planes shift on their axis, framing a rift in space-time.
Where had he seen that before? That tear, so familiar, but the memory lurked just out of reach.
Nathaniel saw, just through the rift, a beautiful pattern of shifting color, enticing him closer. Knowing he was doomed any way you sliced it, he allowed himself to drift closer absently. His attention shifted back to Gladstone's staff just in time to see the white light decimate his body.
Odd. I feel no pain. Hmm, death must be something akin to an out-of-body experience.
As he neared the rift, the magician watched, impassive, as Nouda, his body, and everything else was crushed in a smoldering pile of glass and iron.
Sorry, Kitty...
Then, he was away, whirling in an endless maelstrom. Gone, but very much alive.
So, I'm back on the fan fiction scene... This is going to be my ONLY big writing project for the moment. Really. I promise.
Anyway, I believe the Bartimaeus fandom, (which I don't own), is in need of more material. Now, I know this idea isn't as original as it could be, but I plan to make this story as unique as they get. Any hints, suggestions, or feedback of any sort is welcomed with open arms!