Black Strings: Threads of Revenge

Avillion 26th.

His eyes fall open, fixated on a kitchen chair. What? Where's the cloak? Did I dream about sewing for hours? Tomorrow's Spirits' Eve. Wait what?! Shit! I haven't even charmed the bracelet! Tommy rolls out of bed. That was the first dream I had in a while.

He walks into the kitchen. He looks up at the clock. It read 5 a.m. How did a nap turn into me waking up at five in the morning?! He drinks a glass of water and makes himself a crepe.

A few minutes later, there was scratching at the door. "Ginger, I told you, no scratching doors," Tommy says. Ginger lets herself inside. "What are you making"? Ginger asks. "A crepe," Tommy responds.

"At 5 in the morning"?

"Yep".

"Can you make me one"?

"...Fine".

Tommy has another glass. "I had the nicest dream this morning." Ginger lays on the floor. "Really"? Tommy begins to make a second crepe as he plates the first. "I was sewing for hours under the moonlight," Tommy says. "You better charm that bracelet. Tomorrow is Spirits' Eve". Ginger reminds him. "I know, I know," Tommy says. He tosses it behind him, and his essence catches it. The topaz and obsidian bracelet floats in the air.

A plate teleports to Ginger as Tommy walks to the table. He teleports a book to the table and begins reading. "How are you going to go about reincarnating the Spirit Council"? Ginger asks.

"I don't know," Tommy mutters. "Wanna go out and search for one"? Ginger asks. Tommy ponders about it for a moment. "Could". Tommy mutters. "Could? What the hell do you mean, could"?! Ginger shouts. "I don't know if I want to". Tommy mutters. "Are you going to let them come to you"? Ginger asks. Tommy shrugs. "I have reincarnated one member of the Spirit Council. Also, no one knows where fifteen is".

Tommy jolts up. "What did you hear"? Ginger asks. Tommy walks over to the window, opens it, ties his hair back, and jumps out. Ginger follows him as they make their way to the end of the street, where one of the four entrances to the city is located. Tommy taps the sides of his fists together, and red essence surrounds them. He holds his fists up, ready. Something black comes straight for them. Vines shoot up from the cobblestone streets to grab it. A rainbow of light emerges as the sky turns black. The light obliterates the thing coming after them and the vine with it. Tommy's essence returns to his soul.

"You think anyone saw what happened"? Ginger asks. Tommy shakes his head. "It's five in the morning, I doubt it". Tommy yawns. "Tired"? Ginger asks, punching his shoulder playfully. Tommy hugs Ginger, his head resting on hers. "I need more sleep". Tommy mumbles. Ginger gives a snarky response. "What you need is to catch up on sleep". "I'll catch up on sleep when I'm dead". He mumbles.

Ginger tries to peel Tommy off of her, but she fails. "Can you let me go please"! She whines. Tommy falls silent. "Do I have to drag you back"? She mumbles. She sighs and begins the trek to the hotel.

This wouldn't happen if he got more sleep. This is not the last time I will have to drag Tommy somewhere. Ginger begins the long trek to the hotel.

Back in room 210, Ginger and Tommy just got back. "Get more sleep"! Ginger demands as she slams Tommy onto a bed. He was already asleep by the time they got through the door.

Ginger climbs out the window and slowly shuts it. Her paws land on the cobblestone street. With the help of her speed control, she speedily heads home.

She passes by hundreds of dark oak and spruce trees. There's very little vegetation on the ground. She passes by all sorts of animals and other half-animals. Within no time, she was home.