Demonsoul
Damned
It didn't make sense. Magic wasn't real. So surely this was a dream. But it was so detailed, so believable.
Francesca didn't talk during picnic, ignoring the other kids as she believed them to be fake, apparitions of her mind caused by her dreaming. She didn't want to believe any of this. And before she noticed the picnic was over and the tour began. Francesca played along in hopes of finding some evidence that this was in fact, a dream. She watched the food and trash vanish into thin air. She mentally marked it as neither a mark towards a dream, nor evidence towards reality.
From there they entered the building. A big structure with lots of stairs. Sadako explained the schedule for classes. Francesca marked it as a tick in the reality scoring. It seemed consistent and natural, and so while atypical of a normal school, it did make sense for this school.
Next was the mention of a library, most likely where she would spend most of her time. It got her thinking what type of books would be assigned for their classes and for that matter be classed as nonfiction. With this line of speaking she had to bring up what Sadako seemed to forget. "What books will be required to study for class?" Francesca wondered if it would end up being some occult book she had read in the past, or maybe it would be a mysterious book that didn't exist outside this school. She started to wonder if there was a PDF copy of the book she could find online. It was exciting not knowing what book it would be, the thought of a new collection of books to read was invigorating. She started to hope that this wasn't a dream.
The storage room was far less interesting to Francesca but she did take it to mind. The dorm rooms caught her attention though. The most interesting parts were wondering which room had her stuff after all she didn't want someone else to get her valuables. And the box that apparently summoned ingredients. She imagined it worked via teleporting the note and ingredients, or perhaps scrying the note but testing would need to happen to dictate what. Living on her own for so long has taught her how to cook so she should have ample time to experiment.
She watched carefully as Sadako pulled the stone and vanished. Francesca always thought teleporting would be more flashy with sparks and what not but it felt empty, simply vanishing into the air. When it came her turn she pulled the stone and appeared in water, however unlike some other students she didn't panic. Certainly it was unexpected, but whats the point of expecting anything when magic is involved. When the shark came through she didn't react too much until Sadako mentioned rough scales. This shattered Francesca's sense that this was a dream completely. She had always though sharks would have rubbery skin like dolphins. The more she thought the more it made sense, after all sharks were fish and so they had scales. This was so out of her perception of reality however that it absolutely couldn't be a dream. She collapsed to the sea floor as she finally accepted, magic is real.
Francesca continued to be silent for the rest of the tour. She felt broken, her whole world view flipped on its head. She barely processed the remainder of the tour. At the end she went to find her room. She needed a nap, badly. After checking a number of rooms she found her room. No. 18. She threw herself on her bed, clothes still on. She needed to think. And so that is what she would do.
Francesca didn't talk during picnic, ignoring the other kids as she believed them to be fake, apparitions of her mind caused by her dreaming. She didn't want to believe any of this. And before she noticed the picnic was over and the tour began. Francesca played along in hopes of finding some evidence that this was in fact, a dream. She watched the food and trash vanish into thin air. She mentally marked it as neither a mark towards a dream, nor evidence towards reality.
From there they entered the building. A big structure with lots of stairs. Sadako explained the schedule for classes. Francesca marked it as a tick in the reality scoring. It seemed consistent and natural, and so while atypical of a normal school, it did make sense for this school.
Next was the mention of a library, most likely where she would spend most of her time. It got her thinking what type of books would be assigned for their classes and for that matter be classed as nonfiction. With this line of speaking she had to bring up what Sadako seemed to forget. "What books will be required to study for class?" Francesca wondered if it would end up being some occult book she had read in the past, or maybe it would be a mysterious book that didn't exist outside this school. She started to wonder if there was a PDF copy of the book she could find online. It was exciting not knowing what book it would be, the thought of a new collection of books to read was invigorating. She started to hope that this wasn't a dream.
The storage room was far less interesting to Francesca but she did take it to mind. The dorm rooms caught her attention though. The most interesting parts were wondering which room had her stuff after all she didn't want someone else to get her valuables. And the box that apparently summoned ingredients. She imagined it worked via teleporting the note and ingredients, or perhaps scrying the note but testing would need to happen to dictate what. Living on her own for so long has taught her how to cook so she should have ample time to experiment.
She watched carefully as Sadako pulled the stone and vanished. Francesca always thought teleporting would be more flashy with sparks and what not but it felt empty, simply vanishing into the air. When it came her turn she pulled the stone and appeared in water, however unlike some other students she didn't panic. Certainly it was unexpected, but whats the point of expecting anything when magic is involved. When the shark came through she didn't react too much until Sadako mentioned rough scales. This shattered Francesca's sense that this was a dream completely. She had always though sharks would have rubbery skin like dolphins. The more she thought the more it made sense, after all sharks were fish and so they had scales. This was so out of her perception of reality however that it absolutely couldn't be a dream. She collapsed to the sea floor as she finally accepted, magic is real.
Francesca continued to be silent for the rest of the tour. She felt broken, her whole world view flipped on its head. She barely processed the remainder of the tour. At the end she went to find her room. She needed a nap, badly. After checking a number of rooms she found her room. No. 18. She threw herself on her bed, clothes still on. She needed to think. And so that is what she would do.