Vanny
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Casey walked the pool’s stone edge. He felt its coolness on his bare feet.
He then planted himself, readied his stance, drew in a deep breath from the drafty air.
He exhaled, and released a frozen storm.
It whistled through the fence’s pikes and into the tall grass beyond the yard.
The air eventually subsided.
Casey then began coughing out puffs of cold clouds. His teeth began to chatter. His sweat, from exercising earlier, had frozen into a stiff sheet.
The lawn, hedges, and fence, were all covered in icicles.
His eyes lit up. He could not believe the power he felt. He could not believe that it was him that did this.
After he did manage to control his emotions, he made his way back to the door smiling. The crackling from his shirt did not dampen his mood.
He grabbed his sword, turning to close the door, he saw an odd figure standing in the frosty wind. He looked at it for some seconds, before it vanished slowly from sight.
Casey had took it as some kind of irregularity from casting a new spell. He’d have to ask his father about it later.
The kitchen was the room that lead to their backyard. His dad was cooking, he sang a song from church. One that Casey didn’t know, but it sounded good, new, and spunky. There were a lot of people that would not believe that he acted like this. Casey shook his head and smiled.
The room was filled with the scent of sausages and eggs. Casey saw them on a white ceramic plate, just glistening there.
“Dad come look at the fence. I made it freeze over, then I saw….”
“Case, go take a bath, first. Breakfast will be here.”
“Okay.”
He made his way to his room, made quick work of the process too. He came back dressed in a red denim shirt, and yellow pants, and light brown booths.
“Case, first thing’s first. You didn’t do bad kid.” His dad sat at the table, a big plate in front of him.”Light blue at 18? That’s amazing.”
His dad wore somewhat similar clothes as yesterday. He wore a light pink dress shirt, black pants, leather, black shoes. He looked good for his age too. The only difference between their faces was a few wrinkles, and a salt, and pepper beard.
“I feel like I might be able to do some more spells, too” He showed his hands. “Like I can control heat and stuff with my hands, dad, but I won’t lie to you, I feel kind of scared to try it.”
“If you had tried fire, you probably would’ve burned yourself. See, if you just made a breakthrough, you shouldn’t use a spell too soon after. The composite mana takes a while to fill your body. The nodes are always gonna progress to the next stage quicker.”
“I see. I guess it makes sense.” He thought for a bit. “You know you should’ve told me this earlier?”
“You’re not stupid enough to use fire.”
“Yeah but I like surprising people.”
“Anyway. Can you come to church with me tomorrow? For the next couple weeks we’re going over the basics. And you need to get back in there. You don’t want to be like some of these idiots walking around just lost”
“Can I go next week? You kinda took my whole day with the service thing.”
“Yeah and if you come, I might give you a car.”
“A car for coming to church? Yeah you’re definitely hiding something.”
Casey stopped eating; what had happened earlier scratched the back of his mind.
“Dad”, he said, “have you ever seen a figure after you had a breakthrough?”
“Yes. When I made it to dark purple, when I was 24. They are usually spirits keeping an eye on someone that they think might be dangerous. There’s no way that you should’ve seen one at blue, though ? Did you, Case?”
“Yeah it stood at the fence, just watching me.”
“That’s not good. I might need to make some calls. But if it was blurry it’s probably a weak one.” His dad pulled out his phone and got right to it.
“Hey, Darold, I’m coming over. I think we may have a problem on our end.”
He walked outside pacing.
Afterwards he can back in and gave Casey a silver pendant with some words that Casey couldn’t read.
“That’ll cover you. Usually the stupid watch should’ve been enough. The pendent should work until you reach light purple.”
“Light purple? I wish.”
They finished their meal, and Casey left home. His dad didn’t seem too worried so Casey had decided to just trust him.
…..
After the mechanic had finished the job it was already evening. Casey made his way to the eastern end of Old Providence.
Casey’s mind still lingered on what had happened earlier; especially with the weight of the pendent pressing against his neck and chest.
He sighed, and turned on the radio in the truck.
A mix of lawns with quarry or bushes or all of them together passed him by. It was a long drive until he made it to his favorite restaurant.
The houses varied around him. Some were old, others had old parts, or were new but cheaply built.
The sun was setting so there weren’t any kids outside. The air felt moist, and cool, and had a slightly fishy smell too it.
The people of the west area enjoyed being outside more. They stood around bars, under trees, and street lights. They argued, while playing dominoes, or smoked, or drank. All of it done loudly.
He parked opposite of the purple and white restaurant, named high tide. It had a small, dark, overhanging roof, that covered an outside section.
The quarry lot, he had parked in, had a large pond behind it. The was a ramp nearby for boaters to access the pond. It connected to the ocean somewhere out in the distance.
He’d gotten a text from Rico earlier. He said he needed to see him. He wouldn’t tell Casey what it was about so he knew his friend needed something important.
There were apartments all around the restaurant. Bimini had a strict building code, that required blocks and concrete. These building near the coast rose three stories high. Their railings were rusted from the ponds salty air. Most were brown, or white. Colors that were easier to cover primer with.
Pole lights lit a basketball court nearby. There was music playing loudly, and a huge crowd cheering.
Casey turned his attention on where he was headed.
Looking both ways before crossing the street. Casey made his way up the restaurant’s stairs.
The inside was a wide open space, with tough out door white tiles. There were fans on the walls, and the windows were open; the fans could not be heard over the crowd. There weren’t a lot of tables and chairs to sit at, so most of the people were just standing around; or at the bar after ordering their food.
Casey did the same. He messaged Rico, asking where he was.
It didn’t take long before a lanky fellow came in. He wore a white t, fitted ripped jeans, and red sneakers.
He was the same age as Casey, but didn’t look it. He had a cautious look about him. He was dark skinned, heavily bearded, and stout to a surprising degree. Rico walked over to him, and grabbed him with a hug.
He then planted himself, readied his stance, drew in a deep breath from the drafty air.
He exhaled, and released a frozen storm.
It whistled through the fence’s pikes and into the tall grass beyond the yard.
The air eventually subsided.
Casey then began coughing out puffs of cold clouds. His teeth began to chatter. His sweat, from exercising earlier, had frozen into a stiff sheet.
The lawn, hedges, and fence, were all covered in icicles.
His eyes lit up. He could not believe the power he felt. He could not believe that it was him that did this.
After he did manage to control his emotions, he made his way back to the door smiling. The crackling from his shirt did not dampen his mood.
He grabbed his sword, turning to close the door, he saw an odd figure standing in the frosty wind. He looked at it for some seconds, before it vanished slowly from sight.
Casey had took it as some kind of irregularity from casting a new spell. He’d have to ask his father about it later.
The kitchen was the room that lead to their backyard. His dad was cooking, he sang a song from church. One that Casey didn’t know, but it sounded good, new, and spunky. There were a lot of people that would not believe that he acted like this. Casey shook his head and smiled.
The room was filled with the scent of sausages and eggs. Casey saw them on a white ceramic plate, just glistening there.
“Dad come look at the fence. I made it freeze over, then I saw….”
“Case, go take a bath, first. Breakfast will be here.”
“Okay.”
He made his way to his room, made quick work of the process too. He came back dressed in a red denim shirt, and yellow pants, and light brown booths.
“Case, first thing’s first. You didn’t do bad kid.” His dad sat at the table, a big plate in front of him.”Light blue at 18? That’s amazing.”
His dad wore somewhat similar clothes as yesterday. He wore a light pink dress shirt, black pants, leather, black shoes. He looked good for his age too. The only difference between their faces was a few wrinkles, and a salt, and pepper beard.
“I feel like I might be able to do some more spells, too” He showed his hands. “Like I can control heat and stuff with my hands, dad, but I won’t lie to you, I feel kind of scared to try it.”
“If you had tried fire, you probably would’ve burned yourself. See, if you just made a breakthrough, you shouldn’t use a spell too soon after. The composite mana takes a while to fill your body. The nodes are always gonna progress to the next stage quicker.”
“I see. I guess it makes sense.” He thought for a bit. “You know you should’ve told me this earlier?”
“You’re not stupid enough to use fire.”
“Yeah but I like surprising people.”
“Anyway. Can you come to church with me tomorrow? For the next couple weeks we’re going over the basics. And you need to get back in there. You don’t want to be like some of these idiots walking around just lost”
“Can I go next week? You kinda took my whole day with the service thing.”
“Yeah and if you come, I might give you a car.”
“A car for coming to church? Yeah you’re definitely hiding something.”
Casey stopped eating; what had happened earlier scratched the back of his mind.
“Dad”, he said, “have you ever seen a figure after you had a breakthrough?”
“Yes. When I made it to dark purple, when I was 24. They are usually spirits keeping an eye on someone that they think might be dangerous. There’s no way that you should’ve seen one at blue, though ? Did you, Case?”
“Yeah it stood at the fence, just watching me.”
“That’s not good. I might need to make some calls. But if it was blurry it’s probably a weak one.” His dad pulled out his phone and got right to it.
“Hey, Darold, I’m coming over. I think we may have a problem on our end.”
He walked outside pacing.
Afterwards he can back in and gave Casey a silver pendant with some words that Casey couldn’t read.
“That’ll cover you. Usually the stupid watch should’ve been enough. The pendent should work until you reach light purple.”
“Light purple? I wish.”
They finished their meal, and Casey left home. His dad didn’t seem too worried so Casey had decided to just trust him.
…..
After the mechanic had finished the job it was already evening. Casey made his way to the eastern end of Old Providence.
Casey’s mind still lingered on what had happened earlier; especially with the weight of the pendent pressing against his neck and chest.
He sighed, and turned on the radio in the truck.
A mix of lawns with quarry or bushes or all of them together passed him by. It was a long drive until he made it to his favorite restaurant.
The houses varied around him. Some were old, others had old parts, or were new but cheaply built.
The sun was setting so there weren’t any kids outside. The air felt moist, and cool, and had a slightly fishy smell too it.
The people of the west area enjoyed being outside more. They stood around bars, under trees, and street lights. They argued, while playing dominoes, or smoked, or drank. All of it done loudly.
He parked opposite of the purple and white restaurant, named high tide. It had a small, dark, overhanging roof, that covered an outside section.
The quarry lot, he had parked in, had a large pond behind it. The was a ramp nearby for boaters to access the pond. It connected to the ocean somewhere out in the distance.
He’d gotten a text from Rico earlier. He said he needed to see him. He wouldn’t tell Casey what it was about so he knew his friend needed something important.
There were apartments all around the restaurant. Bimini had a strict building code, that required blocks and concrete. These building near the coast rose three stories high. Their railings were rusted from the ponds salty air. Most were brown, or white. Colors that were easier to cover primer with.
Pole lights lit a basketball court nearby. There was music playing loudly, and a huge crowd cheering.
Casey turned his attention on where he was headed.
Looking both ways before crossing the street. Casey made his way up the restaurant’s stairs.
The inside was a wide open space, with tough out door white tiles. There were fans on the walls, and the windows were open; the fans could not be heard over the crowd. There weren’t a lot of tables and chairs to sit at, so most of the people were just standing around; or at the bar after ordering their food.
Casey did the same. He messaged Rico, asking where he was.
It didn’t take long before a lanky fellow came in. He wore a white t, fitted ripped jeans, and red sneakers.
He was the same age as Casey, but didn’t look it. He had a cautious look about him. He was dark skinned, heavily bearded, and stout to a surprising degree. Rico walked over to him, and grabbed him with a hug.
