Things around the city had been worse and worse and Seth Harbridge, award winning novelist, knew it better than anyone else, for he could feel the cause. He knew that the crime rate was jumping because the shadow plane, the home of negative energy and black magic, was growing closer to the 'normal' world he lived in. Then again, he wouldn't really call his world the 'Normal' one because he didn't believe there was such a thing. After all, if this world was so normal, then why had he been born there, someone that could feel the other planes, sometimes even pick up their stories in his dreams. He didn't know why no other people on his plane of existence could feel them, or even see them in the spots where the planes sometimes rubbed together or got close. Really the only planes that always touched his world was that of the dead, and he was mostly positive that every plane that held mortals also always touched the land of the dead.
The other plane that always touched his world was that of the Faery, more specifically the part of Faery that most nature sprites and the seasonal courts lived in. He supposed he should be glad that he had learned how to control when he saw the planes for the most part. He could block it out, and he could pull the power to him, though using his special sight, weather he called it or not, often left him unable to see for a small period of time or blurred his vision considerably. As it was, he tried to avoid using it as much as possible. That is, until one dark dreary night.
Seth had just spent most of his day in the local café, typing away at his new 'fiction' story, which was really just an adaption of something he had connected to in a dream when one of the planes had brushed by his own. As soon as he had realized what time it was, he had packed up his laptop and rushed out of the café, having already paid his bill because this happened frequently. The dark, dreary street and storm clouds didn't bother him, nor did the flickering of the street lights. The sense of foreboding he felt did not seem to have an answer just yet, however he believed his spine tingled in warning because the shadow plane was about to brush his. Suddenly, two very large men, both with shaved heads and gang looking tattoos jumped out of an alley and headed right for Seth, who in turn dashed down another alley like a frightened rabbit only to realize that this one dead ended.
Looking around frantically, the slender man searched for an escape. Not finding one, he did the last thing he could think of that would possibly save him from the two burly men heading towards him. He opened his eye sight to the other planes, only this time where as before he only brushed them with his power, he grabbed and pulled, doing this over and over and continuing to pull as the men stopped approaching him, freaked out by the glowing thing he was doing. Of coarse, they had no idea that they had just terrified a plane weaver into pulling realities together, all they knew was the ground was shaking and there were suddenly castles floating in the sky, which was now clearing to show that where there was normally one moon, two had replaced them. The two men stopped looking around and were now advancing on him once more, clearly realizing he was the cause of this.
Seth screamed, the power rushing through him scaring him as well as the fact there were two mean looking guys about to kill him or something.
The other plane that always touched his world was that of the Faery, more specifically the part of Faery that most nature sprites and the seasonal courts lived in. He supposed he should be glad that he had learned how to control when he saw the planes for the most part. He could block it out, and he could pull the power to him, though using his special sight, weather he called it or not, often left him unable to see for a small period of time or blurred his vision considerably. As it was, he tried to avoid using it as much as possible. That is, until one dark dreary night.
Seth had just spent most of his day in the local café, typing away at his new 'fiction' story, which was really just an adaption of something he had connected to in a dream when one of the planes had brushed by his own. As soon as he had realized what time it was, he had packed up his laptop and rushed out of the café, having already paid his bill because this happened frequently. The dark, dreary street and storm clouds didn't bother him, nor did the flickering of the street lights. The sense of foreboding he felt did not seem to have an answer just yet, however he believed his spine tingled in warning because the shadow plane was about to brush his. Suddenly, two very large men, both with shaved heads and gang looking tattoos jumped out of an alley and headed right for Seth, who in turn dashed down another alley like a frightened rabbit only to realize that this one dead ended.
Looking around frantically, the slender man searched for an escape. Not finding one, he did the last thing he could think of that would possibly save him from the two burly men heading towards him. He opened his eye sight to the other planes, only this time where as before he only brushed them with his power, he grabbed and pulled, doing this over and over and continuing to pull as the men stopped approaching him, freaked out by the glowing thing he was doing. Of coarse, they had no idea that they had just terrified a plane weaver into pulling realities together, all they knew was the ground was shaking and there were suddenly castles floating in the sky, which was now clearing to show that where there was normally one moon, two had replaced them. The two men stopped looking around and were now advancing on him once more, clearly realizing he was the cause of this.
Seth screamed, the power rushing through him scaring him as well as the fact there were two mean looking guys about to kill him or something.