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Blue Sparks
New York, 1915
Tessa's mind was a mess. It was as if a thousand of Mortmain's dreaded clockwork flies, that she so vividly remembered, were buzzing around inside her head.
She had been feeling horrible ever since her visit to the faerie realm the week before. She had gone, with Magnus of course, to seek help from the Seelie Court in stopping her nightmares of Will, still occurring years after his death, that seemed perpetual. The moment she stepped into the lake, which magically transported her to the land under the hill, she had felt something at unease inside of her.
And now as she awoke, in her suite at Hotel Dumont in New York, she felt it more severe than ever. "Magnus!" she called.
Hurriedly, Magnus entered the room, dressed in a colourful nightgown with an intricate design of entwined, thorny roses, holding a striped cup of black tea. His dark hair was a horrid tangle of curls, exiting his scalp at unnatural angles; cat's eyes, reflecting the luminescence of candelabras aligned to the walls of the room, directed fiercely at Tessa.
"Another nightmare?" he asked with concern.
"No," replied Tessa, "that feeling I've been explaining to you—it's getting worse. It's as if, when Sydney Carton—argh!" she grunted, as blue sparks erupted around her.
Magnus' slitted eyes widen with surprise. "Tessa!" he yelled, then leaned sharply towards her.
Her expression was indifferent, perhaps slightly eased if anything. Obviously, she had not seen the rich cobalt embers escape her body. "I'm okay," she murmured. "The pain in my head intensified for a moment, but it seems to have lessened significantly now."
"Tessa, you—" he stuttered, "you discharged blue energy. Do you understand what that means?"
She sat still, her eyes rigidly locked in place, then let out a terrifying scream.
