Seasonal Spasms [Power Shot]

The wind caught the rim of his large cloak as he exited the tobacco store with a pack of cigarettes, forcing him to grab onto it so that it would not fly away. It was spring, and the snow was on the rim of melting in the English countryside, revealing small buds here and there. As a result, the earth was quite wet, but the paved village road worked wonders to keep the dirt off his shoes.

Isaac lit up the tip of his finger as he put a cigarette to his mouth to light it. After a few puffs, he choked, and threw it away, disgusted of the taste. The real world was truly a strange place if it had people that liked the taste of tobacco. Or, when he thought back, there were actually a lot of mages he knew that smoked. But that was a tobacco made from magical herbs, and not from whatever that was made of.

“Smoking kills,” he read out loud from the packet. “Sure does, my sense of taste at least.”

He threw the pack behind himself and looked up. A boy stood before him, staring at him with an interested look.

“What’s the matter?” Isaac asked. “Aren’t you a bit young to smoke? Go home, shush.”

The boy didn’t move, but looked straight at him with an intriguing look.

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

“You created fire, just now, didn’t you?”

Isaac smiled carefully, carefully picking his words. “Yes, I did” he started slowly, “Was it a good magic trick?”

“It wasn’t a trick, was it?” Isaac became a little worried whether he should have been more careful when using magic.

“Yes, I’m a magician,” he answered quickly, remembering those silly guys he had seen on the TV who pretended to do magic. “Look!” He reached forth and picked up a pound from the boy’s ear. “Here you go. Go and buy yourself something, won’t you?”

He reached out his hand with the pound to give it to him. But instead of taking it, the boy took out a card from his belt, and touched Isaac with it. A strange feeling flowed through Isaac as the card suddenly changed appearance and got an image magically printed onto it. In a second, the scene changed as Isaac had drawn his sword and was pointing it at the teen standing in front of him. Actually bothering to care about him, he noticed that it was indeed not a child but a teenager standing in front of him.

“What did you just do to me?” he said in a more serious tone, both intrigued and worried at the same time.

OoC: Is it ok that I started out like this? It just seemed like a jolly good way to start a battle