11: Lucid Dreams (Neal II)

One tingle and a sudden light later Neal found himself in front of a dude with big-ass horns.

He also found himself wondering if they were actual horns or someone just had used the super glue – whichever it was, he thought they were absolutely cool. I also want horns, Neal thought as he run his fingers over his forehead and pink hair, hoping he would magically find a pair of extremely intimidating and bad-ass looking horns there.

He didn't. What a shame.

The dude with horns, however, had a confused expression as he looked at Neal who was checking himself for horns – not that he actually knew what Neal was doing. Or maybe the Dude was confused by the fact that Neal didn't have horns.

It all came down to the horns, Neal supposed.

- Greetings, Otherwordler, - the horny dude (And, Gods, didn’t that sound wrong!) said after the confused expression disappeared from his face. This, however, was the exact moment when confusion appeared on Neal’s own face. Otherwordler - the word echoed again and again in his mind, while finally trying to understand how exactly did he even get here.

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Think, Neal.

So, he was waiting for the exam when a bloody pentacle appeared out of nowhere. (Did any of the other students noticed it?) Then there was a light, and then he was here. So, if one looked strictly at the course of events, it would appear that pentacle somehow maneged to over-rule the laws of physics and transported him here. A teleportation? A travel trough the worm-hole? (Fallowing a white rabbit would have been a lot better.)

Was it really the bloody pentacle’s fault? Was it not some kind of feverish dream before an exam? Then again – he was called “Otherwordler”, a word that obviously suggests his coming from an entirely different world (where there were no dudes with actual badass horns).

A pentacle. Otherwordler.

Neal was a man of science, so to speak, he certainly didn’t believe in things like sorcery and magic, but, no matter how he looked at it, this reeked of some kind of summoning ritual.

Well.

Shit.

- Wotcher, Summoner, - Neal called with a lot more cheer than he actually felt. Well, there went his degree in mathematics, his girlfriend, and the half-eaten pizza back in his dorm room.