Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #15 June 2015 | Page 81

Margo grabbed Lucas and tossed him inside, then
jumped after him while Patrick threw the bottle.
The bottle exploded, expelling thick smoke that
engulfed the demons around them. Their skin turned
grey and they crumbled. Margo waited for the smoke
to clear, and then fired fireballs at the stragglers.
Margo knew the warlock would stay close to the fray,
controlling the spell, casting it again if necessary. The
warlock would probably be invisible, hiding behind
something.
Something was guiding her movements. Not a feeling
or hunch. The melodic voice was nestling around her,
gently pushing her. Margo turned around, grabbed
something and cut straight across, under her hand.
The invisibility cloak fell, and a dark haired woman
crumbled to the ground. Lucas only had time to notice
the white insignias on her dark brown skin before her
body vanished.
People started moving again. There was no evidence
of the fight. Margo, now human, sheathed her daggers
and walked over to the three men, while trying to look
normal in her tattered clothes.
“How did you know?” Patrick asked, amazed.
“A hunch.” She extended a handshake to Lucas. “I’m
Margo.”
***
Lucas took a deep breath, managing to turn back before anyone noticed him. He now had time to observe
the girl. She was as tall as him, with dark unruly hair
that matched her rigid expression, and the physique
of a kickboxer. But what caught his attention were her
eyes. Dark grey, exactly like his father’s. She must be
related to him in some wa