I do not own the Bartimaeus Trilogy. The Bartimaes Trilogy belongs to Jonathen Stroud.
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There was a flash of white light. A thousand burning pinpricks blasted his eyes. Then.. Silence.
Nathaniel felt his body disintegrate, his eyes turned to ash right before his.. Well eyes. What was happening? His body was gone and yet he could still see? It was wrong, all wrong. And yet.. He could feel his spirit rising, purple sparks jumping too and fro off his body and person.. Where was he going?
A darkness appeared. He could feel his bonds break. He was beyond the realm of earth, beyond the dimension he had resided for all his life.. But where was that, his life? And then? There was a flash, other spirits surrounded him, swirling around him, he felt at peace.. Ah.. How he could just fade.. Fade away. His spirit fell apart, freely intermingling with the others.. Ah.. Such a feeling of bliss, bliss and contentment. He could remain here forever..
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Kitty glanced at her book wearily, inside it a dozen names of Djinn, Afrits and other higher spirits. But somehow her heart wasn't in it.. It hadn't been. Not since that incident two years ago.. A hot tear dripped down her cheek. Dead, gone.. He had left this earth, ascending to a world beyond this realm.
And what about Bartimaeus? Was he still around? She still hadn't worked up the courage to summon him, clinging to the faint hope that he had survived. She crossed the floor to the drawn pentacle, she had a few questions that needed answers and she hoped that the foliot, Aremedes, could solve them..
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As Nathaniel drifted peacefully among the swirling mass he thought of Kitty. It was his sole regret he couldn't find her, speak to her even.. He made a whirl.. If only he could see but one glimpse of her, continuing her daily life.. It made it sad. He would never see her again.. He spun back, only to be caught by a minor tug. What? The force of the tug continued, like a hook digging into him. His drifting bits of soul ripped out of the maelstrom. The power forcing them to flow in the direction of.. Earth?!
He materialized in a small room, his soul forming its preferred shape, his old body, now long gone. The walls of this place were buttercup yellow, with plain white curtains hanging from the small window shaft.. It reeked of rosemary, and despite himself Nathaniel drew back.. How strange. He had never had a problem with it in his life..
Standing across from him was a small man who Nathaniel did not recognize. He was dressed in a plain black suit and was sweating profusely, like he had just performed a major summoning. Odd. Nathaniel looked around the room, there were no demons in sight. The man paused, drawing his breath,
"Demon! I am your master!"
Nathaniel drew back startled, a demon? Where? To whom was this man referring?.. Nathaniel had already checked the room on all four planes! If there was anything he would have spotted it.. Wait.. What? He checked his eyes, no lenses.. How could he see on all four planes? Something strange was going on, there was no doubt about it. For the first time Nathaniel noticed that the man was standing in a pentacle. Nathaniel moved closer, to see what it was..
There was a blast, Nathaniel's essence was sent reeling. He feel back into the circle. Headfirst. Around him were a series of white chalk lines, inscribed with runes. His magicians training kicked in.. He was in a pentacle..