GrimoireAnon: Summoning Pt. 1

Summoning Pt. 1

 

>You grovel in the dirt, sapped of energy and willingness to stir.

>Coughing and hacking got the better of you as you rolled to one side to expel whatever halted your already ragged breathing.

>You heave forth a mysterious substance deep from your insides.

>Bile?

>No.

>Water?

>No

>Blood!?

>..No

>A goo of some sort. Like watered down ectoplasm in consistency, absent of taste, thankfully.

“Did I...”

“Did I, get stuck in a washing machine?”

>It sounded reasonable from what you could recollect; violent sloshing and spinning, no sense of up or down, gasping for air with no avail.

>Then it settled, like someone slammed on the brakes, and spit you out here in the dirt.

>You still couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes what with the nausea and all.

>Squirming here and there, you began to feel your surroundings, it must have been quite a vivid dream to make you feel so sick.

>The crackle and warmth of your fire pit didn’t die down as much as you expected over the night.

>Weren’t you leaned against a tree stump of some sort when you fell asleep last night?

>You probably jerked about wildly in your sleep during your dream, but that’s not it. This all feels unfamiliar.

>Remember? You wanted to post up before it got too dark to start a fire, so you found a clearing in the woods that seemed to be out of the way. you wanted to get an early start so you didn’t open the book last night and...

>The book.

>You shot up from your place in the dirt.

>The sudden movement causes you to vomit once again. The same shit as before, no color, no taste.

“Oh, fuck. Alright, take it slow,” you reason with yourself. “Where’s the fucking book.”

>You get to your knees and eventually your feet. Still dizzy.

>This was your first conscience look at the clearing since last night. Something was truly amiss.

>You stumble a bit. It’s all too much to wake up to.

>There was your fire, the tree stump, the dirt. Fundamentally, everything was pretty much the same as when you went to sleep that night. It was all there, but it was all different.

>This wasn’t the same clearing from last night.

>Although there was an air to the place, some sort of obscure indication that it was supposed to be the same place you laid your head last night, but it most certainly wasn’t.

>You check your pockets one more time.

>You threw all you had onto the ground in front of you.

>Wad of cash

>Opened pack of cigarettes

>Fold out knife

>No book?

>What the hell?

>Wait.

“Dead?” was all you could muster.

>You take another look around the clearing.

“Is this death?” you ask no one in particular. “Am I dead?” you almost shout.

>No answer.

>Does this mean the book is gone?

“No more book?” you seem a bit out of it. The idea that this could actually be happening to you was too much to muster anything past baby talk.

“Heh,” you chuckle. “So I finished it, the last page. So this is what happens? I just die?”

“Heh, hehe... Ha. Hahaha. Can’t say i object. Ha. HAHA.” You fall to your knees in relief. “THE END,” you shout, laughing uncontrollably.

>You pound your fists into the dirt, and smack the side of your knee as you laugh.

>You tug at your unkempt hair, and pound the palm of your hand into your forehead.

“No more tricks, no more gimmicks!” you confirm. “There’s nothing left to know.”

>You come back to your feet, and further examine the afterlife.

“So what does the afterlife have to offer?” you question lazily.

>As it turns out, not much in terms of first impressions. It looked strikingly similar to the woods you saddled up in the night of your supposed passing.

>Trees as far as you could see past the small clearing with a skinny path leading further into the woods. The aforementioned tree stump and fire pit. Everything was there... except colorized, in a sense.

>No pearly gates. Not that you expected any, the book never gave you a straight answer in terms of death and its implications.

>So what is there? That path through the brush over there?

>Why not?

>So you head through the narrow passage onto a more traveled trail and began to walk whichever way the wind seemed to blow.

>It was still rather dark out, but there could be a hundred reasons for that, given the circumstances.

>Maybe it’s always dark here.

>Wherever here was.

>Which begs the question; is this Hell?

>You were pretty hasty to just assume you were in heaven. You have done some pretty fucked up shit during the last five years or so while you were in possession of the book.

>So this is Hell?

>No torture.

>No lakes of fire?

>It ‘s actually a little chilly out.

>Maybe the sun just hasn’t come out just yet.

>It was still dark but it was quite obvious that this was not the same woodland you camped in that night.

>You walk down this path.

>You have yet to come across any twists or turns in the road, or land marks of any kind.

>There was no sign of any animals nearby or noise of any kind other than the wind.

>Keep walking.

>”Bin to skamp li,” you can hear in the distance. “Bin Rame freep li.”

“The fuck?”

>your pace quickens towards the chanting directly in front of you.

>”Crem list skamp li,” the voice continues. It sounded as if it belonged to a young woman.

>You see candle light a few meters ahead of you.

>The path led into another grassy clearing.

>In the center sat the silhouetted enchantress, surrounded by candles.

>”Bin crame ot, Anon.”

>Bin crame ot,” She took a breath.

>”ANON,” She finished. Her breath heavy.

> You now stood directly behind the source of the chanting.

>You stood there, not exactly sure what was in front of you.

>A very small purple horse, sat with its back turned to you.

>Is this really the source of the voice you heard?

>It sat in a summoning circle of some sort.

>A five point pentagram, a candle rested at each point. Symbols and fragments of scripture also shown in the circle for good measure.

>All was dead silent, even you dare not make a noise.

>You simply stood, not sure what was happening, not sure how to react.

>The wind seriously kicks in suddenly, howling through the trees. It blew from behind you and the purple horse, almost knocking you forward.

>The little horse’s mane blew as she cautiously turned to face whatever caused the wind.

>She turned slowly, until she was completely reversed in her seat on  the ground.

>She stopped when she caught sight of your knees, which stood at level with her eyes.

>She stared at your knees for the longest time, petrified with fear.

>The wind died down.

>Slowly her gaze climbs from your legs to meet your own. She hesitates to lock eyes with you.

>You can finally make out her facial features, which were unsurprisingly unique from that of an anatomically correct horse of your world. Surprisingly feminine and cute.

>Not to mention she had a little unicorn horn.

>”Are,” She spoke in breaths between her hyperventilation.

>”Are you the...” Someone needs to get this thing a paper bag to breath in.

>”The human, Anonymous?”

>Alright. Okay. Just for a second. Let’s entertain the thought that maybe, just maybe, responding to a magic, talking, purple unicorn could possibly be detrimental to your mental well being.

>Now take into consideration that she actually did summon you. That could actually explain much of what was going on right now.

>You find it in your best interest to engage the horse in conversation.

“I am,” you confirm.

>“You. are. All-knowing?”

>That’s a strange question, rude even.

>Wait, did she call you Anonymous?

>Fuck, whatever just play along.

“I. AM.” You growl. The look on this terrified horse’s face is worth the theatrics.

>The wind howls for a moment in the wake of your words.

>”Ah,” she yelps in response.

>You were putting on quite the show.

>Not to mention you weren’t really lying. During your time in possession of the book, you were technically all-knowing.

>”I summoned you here,” she took time to choose her words.

“I’ve gathered that much,” you respond.

>But that’s about all you’ve gathered.

>So, are you dreaming, or what?

>You get a sinking feeling.

>Could this be real?

>This has to be connected to the book’s disappearance.

>”so you must fulfill my demands,” she whimpers.

“What?” you cock your head. “You may have very well summoned me here, but I am under no obligation to grant your charges.”

>You give a cold stare that makes her shiver.

>”But this book said you would answer my questions,” she protested, whipping around in her seat and levitating a book that was behind her back.

>The levitation was new, but nothing to gawk at.

>The book on the other hand was old news. It was yours.

>Leather bound, plain cover, flimsy and old. The only way it stood out was the name handwritten across the spine.

>She seemed confused, “ Do you recognize this book?” she asked.

>You must have been staring.

>It was just as you feared, this horse was subject to the book’s trickery.

>Why couldn’t you just be dead?

“Where did you find that, little horse?”

>She blinks, “I’m a pony.”

>Oh, well that explains everything.

“You need to give the book here, pony,” you extend you hand.

>She doesn’t move.

“You don’t know what you’re playing with, I implore you to please give the book over, before it closes in on you.”

>”The book says I shouldn’t give it away under any circumstances.”

>Well fuck.

“The book is pure evil, it lies to those who don’t recognize it’s  ruses.”

>”The book said that you’re pure evil, it told me you would try something like this,” she closed her eyes tightly.

“You need to give me the book,”

>You reach your open hand a bit further towards her, only to be blocked by the perimeter of the circle.

>Holy shit, it actually works.

>“I won’t listen,” She shook her head.

“Then why summon me? This was your fucking idea.”

>”Will you answer my questions then? Like the book said you would.”

“Only if you give me the book in return.”

>“It told me not to!” She panicked.

“Those are my terms,” you stand firmly.

>Her eyes dart from one place to another.

>”Here,” she throws the book out of the circle.

>You catch it.

>You were expecting her to wait until after her questions, that was foolish.

>You might as well hear her out now.

>”Where are you from?”

“...Pennsylvania?”

>”What realm is that?”

“Uh, earth I suppose.”

>”Are all humans as powerful as you? Why did the book only allow me to summon you?

“Not all humans hold the power I have, as for why the book chose me, most likely because I am it’s current master.”

>”How are you it’s master?”

“It was given to me, I know how it operates; I know what it wants.”

>”The book wants something?”

“Yea.”

>”What would a book want? It’s a book?”

“Hey, you know what, what’s up with all these personal questions? What the fuck? I thought you wanted knowledge of the great beyond, or the key to grand power.”

>”You know, for an all knowing being, you sure have a lot of questions...”

>Oh, know she wants to get smart.

“Humor me,” You cross your arms.

>”Well I have a test coming up on beings from alternate dimensions, and this book said you were ‘not of this realm’.”

>Damn straight you’re not from talking horse land, you really did it this time, book.

“You decided to summon what you thought was a powerful inherently evil being from another dimension... so you could pass a test?”

>”Umm,” She looked as if she were having second thoughts.

“You know what, maybe you should just send me back,” you chuckle.

>”... What do you mean, send you back?”

”I mean send me back,” you look directly at her.

>”You can’t send yourself back?”

“NO!”

>”The book-”

“The book is a goddamn liar!”

>You fucked now.

>You flip the book open in a flurry.

>There’s nothing in there.

“Where did all my work go?”

>All the pages are blank.

>Shit.

>”The book was empty when I found it, besides he first few pages explaining how to summon you.”

>Whatever she was talking about was gone, everything had vanished.

“This is not good...”

>You sift through all the pages again, finally something appears on one of the middlemost pages; ‘Real names are forbidden’.

>It disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

>The book was empty.

>”What kind of all knowing being are you?”

“Oh, sorry to disappoint you.”

>“Oh no, oh no.”

“Damn right ‘oh no’. What the fuck do we do?”

>Now she was pacing in and out of the circle she drew. Obviously she no longer perceived you as a threat.

>”We’ll go back to my house, maybe I can find something in the new shipment of books that just arrived. That’s where I found your book.”

“Good idea, which way?”

>She heads off towards a trail to her left.

>You’re quick to follow.

“What’s your name, pony?”

>She’s hesitant, “Twilight Sparkle.”

>What kind of fucked up name is that?

“Is that your real name?”

>”...Yes?”

“Oh, I’m Da-” you catch yourself. “Anonymous...”

>”I wish I could say it was nice to meet you Anonymous.”

“Yea, same here.”