"It reminds me of medieval times.
Witchcraft, magick...I think she was doin' a spell that I tried once." I
said.
"You actually TRIED a love spell? You?" Ash giggled and smirked at me.
"It wasn't for me," I replied, "anyway, I know of a spell just like that." I bounced over to the bookshelf and searched the racks. Appearance Changing Magick, Magick for Morons, To Hex the Foe...Ash had the biggest collection of spell books I had ever seen. In fact it was the only collection of spell books I had ever seen.
"Third shelf up, ZP." She said as I glanced up at the top. Dragons For Dunces? Nah...The Ancient Way of the Greeks? I didn't think so. I looked until a dusty maroon book caught my eye. It felt like genuine Italian leather. As I pulled it out, I saw it had a golden lock on it and in bold letters it read:
Love Spells For The Ones
Who Have Everything Else Anyway
The pages looked tattered and wet and the book smelled like old garbage with a small dash of perfume. I guess it had been lying around there for a while.
As I stared at the book I had realized (and then realized again I was really, really dumb) Kim had been snooping in my...erm, our room. I slid my fingers over the gold lock and latched it open. The introduction page's letters were all smudged and just legible. The book was written and not typed or printed (well, at least the introduction page was).
Ah, the first spell. I could tell there were hundreds, maybe thousands of spells in here. It would be a long day before we found the one.
It was a lengthy six hours before we found the one that Kim had performed; I'm not even sure how she read the darn writing in the darn book. Darn. Anyways the spell was mushy and made me feel like cornmeal. It was kind of simple.
Start with 1 white candle and 1 red candle. Do not light these until you have focused on the one you love in your mind. Look out the indow at the stars and thank the fates for letting them meet your love. Now light these candles and recite a favorite love song. End with "Let us be together" and blow out the candles.
"I think this was written by a 4 year old..." I said, rolling my eyes and sighing. "Well, now we officially know that Kim loves Ro-"
"Correction, Kim loves 'Mystery Man'. How do you know that she loves 'im? It could be Josh or that other dude...umm..."
"Richard?"
"Yeah, the artistic dude. He's kinda cute but...anyway." She closed the book and laid it on the bed.
"Time for dinner, Ash! Zei! C'mon!" said a muffled female voice before footsteps walked down the hall. Five seconds after the voice (Kim's) came another one-this time it was Ron's. "I'm a winner after dinner!" he said as Rufus made his Rufus-like sounds.
I laughed a bit. After the dinner call, there were going to be hundreds of people stomping down the hallway, ALL for dinner. Our room was nine rooms down from the Kitchen (four rooms down was the stairs to Kim's room). Eating time is a rush hour except more fatal. I mean, I swear I almost got trampled last Friday.
Everything we ate on the Cobra 5000 was dehydrated. Dehydrated pizza. Dehydrated hot dogs. Dehydrated nacos. Even dehydrated water (I seriously don't know how they un-dehydrate that. Wait, de-dehydrate? Or is it hydrate? I have no clue).
Anyway, I walked down the corridor to the immense dining hall filled with chatter and gossip. A lot of people were talking about what they were going to be on the new planet; some were going to be artists, some were going to be tailors. Even the kids my age were deciding. I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to be. Everything was needed, from animal herders to teachers to doctors. I really didn't want to be anything.
Ash pushed me out of the way, yelled a short "Sorry, Zei! Turkey tonight, you know!" and dashed to the nearest seat. She knew what she wanted to be...an artist. I sighed and took a seat next to Ron as the cooks (again, another craft) carried out the side dishes; baked beans, mashed potatoes, and Caesar salad. Soon after they carried out the turkeys on the silver platters, steaming. It made my mouth water but I wasn't really in the mood to eat right now.
Rufus crawled out of Ron's pocket. He gasped and his eyes grew big. He worshipped food, after all.
The mole rat stuffed his face with mashed potatoes (no, he didn't even bother to get a plate) like a buzzard eating a dead carcass.
"I didn't see mole rat on the menu today." Kim said and pulled Rufus out by the tail. He sighed and was plopped back in Ron's hands.
"But Kim, he's a growing mole rat!" Ron protested. "Ah, I'll sneak you some leftovers later, buddy." He slipped Rufus into his pocket.
Everyone was eating now, a buzz with the latest news and gossip. A plate was put in front of me but I didn't get anything to eat. I felt unusually depressed right now. The food was going fast but I didn't care to take some before it was gone. My chin was on the table as I stared into space.
"Turkey?" Ron offered, his mouth full with salad.
"No...thanks." I said and exhaled noisily. "Moof..."
"Ah boy. That's NOT a good moof." Said Ron. "What's up?"
"I'll...I'll tell you later. But Kim cannot be around."
"What about me?" asked Kim, obviously not hearing correctly.
"Nothing!" Ron chuckled. It was always hard for him to keep a secret. Especially a juicy one.
"You actually TRIED a love spell? You?" Ash giggled and smirked at me.
"It wasn't for me," I replied, "anyway, I know of a spell just like that." I bounced over to the bookshelf and searched the racks. Appearance Changing Magick, Magick for Morons, To Hex the Foe...Ash had the biggest collection of spell books I had ever seen. In fact it was the only collection of spell books I had ever seen.
"Third shelf up, ZP." She said as I glanced up at the top. Dragons For Dunces? Nah...The Ancient Way of the Greeks? I didn't think so. I looked until a dusty maroon book caught my eye. It felt like genuine Italian leather. As I pulled it out, I saw it had a golden lock on it and in bold letters it read:
Love Spells For The Ones
Who Have Everything Else Anyway
The pages looked tattered and wet and the book smelled like old garbage with a small dash of perfume. I guess it had been lying around there for a while.
As I stared at the book I had realized (and then realized again I was really, really dumb) Kim had been snooping in my...erm, our room. I slid my fingers over the gold lock and latched it open. The introduction page's letters were all smudged and just legible. The book was written and not typed or printed (well, at least the introduction page was).
Ah, the first spell. I could tell there were hundreds, maybe thousands of spells in here. It would be a long day before we found the one.
It was a lengthy six hours before we found the one that Kim had performed; I'm not even sure how she read the darn writing in the darn book. Darn. Anyways the spell was mushy and made me feel like cornmeal. It was kind of simple.
Start with 1 white candle and 1 red candle. Do not light these until you have focused on the one you love in your mind. Look out the indow at the stars and thank the fates for letting them meet your love. Now light these candles and recite a favorite love song. End with "Let us be together" and blow out the candles.
"I think this was written by a 4 year old..." I said, rolling my eyes and sighing. "Well, now we officially know that Kim loves Ro-"
"Correction, Kim loves 'Mystery Man'. How do you know that she loves 'im? It could be Josh or that other dude...umm..."
"Richard?"
"Yeah, the artistic dude. He's kinda cute but...anyway." She closed the book and laid it on the bed.
"Time for dinner, Ash! Zei! C'mon!" said a muffled female voice before footsteps walked down the hall. Five seconds after the voice (Kim's) came another one-this time it was Ron's. "I'm a winner after dinner!" he said as Rufus made his Rufus-like sounds.
I laughed a bit. After the dinner call, there were going to be hundreds of people stomping down the hallway, ALL for dinner. Our room was nine rooms down from the Kitchen (four rooms down was the stairs to Kim's room). Eating time is a rush hour except more fatal. I mean, I swear I almost got trampled last Friday.
Everything we ate on the Cobra 5000 was dehydrated. Dehydrated pizza. Dehydrated hot dogs. Dehydrated nacos. Even dehydrated water (I seriously don't know how they un-dehydrate that. Wait, de-dehydrate? Or is it hydrate? I have no clue).
Anyway, I walked down the corridor to the immense dining hall filled with chatter and gossip. A lot of people were talking about what they were going to be on the new planet; some were going to be artists, some were going to be tailors. Even the kids my age were deciding. I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to be. Everything was needed, from animal herders to teachers to doctors. I really didn't want to be anything.
Ash pushed me out of the way, yelled a short "Sorry, Zei! Turkey tonight, you know!" and dashed to the nearest seat. She knew what she wanted to be...an artist. I sighed and took a seat next to Ron as the cooks (again, another craft) carried out the side dishes; baked beans, mashed potatoes, and Caesar salad. Soon after they carried out the turkeys on the silver platters, steaming. It made my mouth water but I wasn't really in the mood to eat right now.
Rufus crawled out of Ron's pocket. He gasped and his eyes grew big. He worshipped food, after all.
The mole rat stuffed his face with mashed potatoes (no, he didn't even bother to get a plate) like a buzzard eating a dead carcass.
"I didn't see mole rat on the menu today." Kim said and pulled Rufus out by the tail. He sighed and was plopped back in Ron's hands.
"But Kim, he's a growing mole rat!" Ron protested. "Ah, I'll sneak you some leftovers later, buddy." He slipped Rufus into his pocket.
Everyone was eating now, a buzz with the latest news and gossip. A plate was put in front of me but I didn't get anything to eat. I felt unusually depressed right now. The food was going fast but I didn't care to take some before it was gone. My chin was on the table as I stared into space.
"Turkey?" Ron offered, his mouth full with salad.
"No...thanks." I said and exhaled noisily. "Moof..."
"Ah boy. That's NOT a good moof." Said Ron. "What's up?"
"I'll...I'll tell you later. But Kim cannot be around."
"What about me?" asked Kim, obviously not hearing correctly.
"Nothing!" Ron chuckled. It was always hard for him to keep a secret. Especially a juicy one.