Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #13 April 2015 | Page 91
out of order. Her old clothes were dirty and damaged,
she needed to find something to wear. Margo started
rifling through the closets, trying to find something
that would fit her and make her feel comfortable in her
own skin. The room next to the bathroom appeared to
belong to the old lady. Margo tried the next one, but
the clothes were too flowery and small.
“I hope I find something in here.” Margo opened the
third door and faced a room laced with a thick layer of
dust. It seemed it hadn’t been entered in years. Margo
opened the dresser. The clothes were shorter than she
would have liked, but otherwise fine, and when she
reached the end of the closet, the items
she found made her smile. It was as if
she was staring at her own closet.
The shelves were filled with magic books, and there
were two boxes under the bed, one filled with different
types of crystals probably used for rituals, and the other was full of old pictures, letters and a leather-bound
notebook. But Margo didn’t really focus on that. What
she found interesting was a large brown book hidden
in one of the drawers. It had the Nexus symbol embossed on it in green. The runes on its edge signified
that the book would only open for someone who was a
part of the Nexus coven. Margo hesitated for a moment, but then looked down at the amulet on her chest
and uttered a silent ‘duh’ while rolling her eyes.
“This is more like it.” Speaking to
herself, she put on a black tank top and
some skinny jeans, which wouldn’t be
terrible in a fight. Her boots were shot,
it seemed that an energy ball had fried
one of them. She bent down and rifled
through the boxes. Come on, you can’t
tell me that you don’t have at least one
-- Ah got it. She pulled out a pair of
thigh-high boots in her shoe size that had
a place where she could put her daggers.
Margo could feel they had been magically altered in some way, and then she saw
there were runes stitched to the inside.
Comfort Charm, nice thinking. She put
them and a black leather jacket on and,
curious as to who owned this room,
looked around. It didn’t take her long to
find a picture.
The woman looked a lot like Margo. Same sharp
facial structure and high cheekbones, same cur