There were many things preventing Ruby Winchester from just ‘singing them back’. Choice, to her merit, was not one of them. Something had gone awry in her spell song, yet it was not down to her talent, her composure, or her intent.
“I can’t,” she replied flatly. She paused mid-stride, realising she was not walking anywhere with purpose. “We’re supposed to be in Dheathain.”
“Supposed being the operative word,” Duffy added, as if the point needed clarification.
Witch and Daegun came up behind the duo, and looked out across the water. The path, arid ground and dying grass, gave way to a clifface that was a vertical drop. Ahead, a strange land and sea formation littered with makeshift villages and shantytowns. Behind that, the glass dome, though it was energy protecting it, and not sand.
Where are we?
“This is another world,” Ruby whispered. It was approximately six hundred light years from Althanas. Only through her meeting with Mordelain Saythrou had she been able to piece together just why she was able to recognise it, and reach it, with magic from another world altogether. “That is the city of Aileron.”
“…and I have an idea,” Duffy added. He rummaged in his pocket. The cool wind whipping up the cliffs smelt like sewerage. “Have you ever been near a temple of the ancients, or the Fae?” He produced a small stone, marked with draconic, winged symbols. He did not know how to read it, but it was almost certainly a relic from the ruins beneath Donnalaich. He had found it centuries ago, in another life. He held it out to the vampire.
“Duffy, this isn’t the…”
No. What is it? She snatched it from the bard, and examined it.
“If you have…,” Duffy sighed. “Those ‘ancients’ were from the Kalithrism…they were from another world.” Perhaps, just perhaps, the magic that drove them had untapped an unbidden, unrealised dream of the Dheathain resident. Despite the ferocious façade, did she really just want to go home? He turned to the city, and picked out the detail with narrowed eyes. “Whatever lives here now, built the crystal spires and powered the civilisation of the Fae.”
It was a long shot, and despite the telepath's ignorance, he was sure her presence had corrupted their magic.
A bell sounded, and then a horn. It permeated from the city, but rippled out across the horizon, and incited chaos. The people, no more than ants to the trio, scuttled out of the streets, the windmill steppes, and the recycling plants. The sewage pouring from the city formed flotsam and jetsam on the shores below, and children and adults alike fled their pillaging and rummaging to take sanctuary from something...
"I think they know we're here...," Ruby murmured, finally realising what Duffy was getting at. She turned to the city anxiously, and looked to the black dots in the skies.