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Post by Eva Rayne on Apr 18, 2011 14:34:48 GMT -5
It was the early afternoon. The sun was shining on the town and kids were still playing at the playgrounds. At this time, Sunnydale was safe. This was the picturesque place that homeowners saw when they entered the small town. Not the hell that it grew to be at night. Eva was finished with her classes for the week and was on her way home. She only lived a couple of miles from UC Sunnydale, so typically she walked or biked to school. Today, she was a pedestrian.
It was warm out. The sun beat down on her blonde hair, and she had a light bounce in her step. Eva Rayne was in a good mood. She’d had a good day, later she’d have dinner with her brother, and again, her life was falling back into place. The last of the state papers regarding her grandparent’s death had been sent out. Nothing could kill her day.
She continued her stride, passing little kids at the local ice cream parlor. She looked to see if she recognized any of them or the worker, and to no avail, she did not. As she moved on, the young girl realized she had remembered the worker. Although she didn’t even know his name, she remembered him from high school. He was younger than her and they’d often crossed paths in the halls, but that was the end of their contact. It made her wonder who was still there and alive, and well, who wasn’t. She smiled, remembering the young freshman, and here again, she herself was a freshman.
Her own reminiscing brought her to an old hole-in-the-wall building across from the local coffee shop. The structure itself looked like a cross between being abandoned, and just generally sketchy. The windows were blacked out and it looked like they sold drugs out of the back. Above the building’s windows, the letters M-A-G-I-C were fading away to nothing. A bit to curious for her own good, Eva walked in.
The shop was a different world on the inside. It was colorful, and welcoming. It smelled of herbs and incense and it oozed cleanliness. Eva was in heaven. All around the shop there were herbs, crystals, candles, statues, pendants, and of course, books. As Eva headed to the books, an old man stopped her asking if she needed any help. She assumed him to be the owner. She smiled and told him no, that she was just browsing and he let her continue.
The blonde continued on her quest of amazement. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of books dedicated to magic, history, demons, and prophecies. She stood there, trying to decide what to take out first.
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