AMKent books

Part 1

I wake up, and its Melanie’s eyes I look at, not felt-tip ones, but real ones, her hair is messy, and she is smiling.

Melanie: “We woke up at the same time.”

Me: “We are intertwined, I guess.”

We found a hotel with the toil party crest outside, at first, they did not believe we knew Keir Llama. However, once Melanie did an impression, thrashing her head around and saying ‘Mr speaker’ every five words, they accepted our story and gave us a room for the night. They told us they would help us train in magic, that Petra was known to the party as far-right magic, and Sigal Barrage had been assassinated, Brutus and Ceaser style. The Hotel manager was a tall, very tall, borderline comically tall, lady with curly red hair and round glasses. She told us her name was J.K. Howling, which made Melanie nearly leave…

Melanie: “Someone is tapping on the door.”

Me: “It’s probably…”

I am interrupted.

Melanie: “NO, I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ANOTHER STUPID MAGICAL LOW-EFFORT NAME IN THIS PLACE. WE CALL HER THE HOTEL MANAGER.”

J.K. Howling: “I am sorry, I could hear you two arguing, I hope everything is ok.”

She walks in slowly, and thankfully we are both clothed.

Me: “Yes, we are fine, I think Melanie is just getting used to the transition.”

There is a strange, uncomfortable silence.

J.K. Howling; “T…T…Trans……transition?”

Me and Melanie both share a glance.

Melanie: “I was turned into a mushroom by Petra; I am just getting used to being human again.”

She lets out a hearty laugh.

J.K. Howling: “Oh, haha, of course, yes, you had mentioned it yesterday. You used the magical bathrooms of course?”

Melanie: “I was a mushroom; I didn’t use a bathroom.”

J.K. Howling: “Yes, indeed, that figures. We have a problem of people wearing crest costumes and using the magical toilets.”

Melanie: “…”

Me: “Alright, how do we begin training?”

J.K. Howling “You will need to find a friend of mine, Bing, first name.”

Melanie: “Steven.”

J.K. Howling: “Ah, you know him!”

Me: “No, we have just been here long enough to understand how this works.”

We are told where to find Steven Bing, that is Steven with a V not a PH. Anyway, he dwells in the sewers, yes, I know, that is where he is ok. So, me and Melanie travel to meet him, by going down into a storm drain, yes, a storm drain. It is dark, and the water lightly illuminates an aqua blue, we see a figure ahead, and a voice echoes us forward.

Melanie: “I think that is him, and no, I am not going to say his name.”