Just Another Struggling Writer

distortion

The world around Arcelie rippled, as if a pebble had been dropped into the otherwise still waters of reality. The distortion bounced off the walls of the cramped classroom and reverberated back, finally converging on the spot where she was stood, breathless with anticipation.

At first, nothing happened, despite Mei’s boasts of mind-boggling magic. Arcelie was none too impressed, and turned to tell her teacher so.

But Mei Lin was no longer there. In her place was a tall figure cloaked in a shroud of terrible, undulating cosmic power.

Arcelie opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.