WHO: Amelia Solo; Allana Djo WHAT: A magic spell causes unexpected results. WHEN: Late night WHERE: An empty room on the third floor of the Hyperion. RATING: PG, if that STATUS: Complete; narrative
After a few days of research, with nothing but good things to be said for what she'd found, Amelia was ready to perform the spell she'd discovered. It was a harmless spell, according to the notes she'd read, one that was meant to simply give others a glimpse of the person the caster would someday become. The only thing she wasn't really sure about was how they would get that glimpse, but she figured the answer would be made clear once the spell was cast.
Picking a room that was on the third floor, and therefore secluded from the rest of the hotel's inhabitants, the young Jedi took a seat on the floor in the middle of the chalk drawing she'd just made as per the instructions for the spell. She had all of the ingredients necessary, within arm's reach, and the book that contained the spell was perched in her lap.
Exhaling slowly, she convinced herself to relax. Her gray eyes darted around the room to make certain everything was in order. And with one more glance to the door to be sure it was locked, she began.
The spell itself wasn't very difficult. The lighting of a few herbs at the right time, an incantation in Latin that translated to pleading with several different Gods for their assistance, and a simple token of the person that Amelia had once been. That, combined with who she was now (the girl casting the spell), was supposed to be enough to get the proverbial ball in motion.
As she set the small, stuffed tauntaun down in the center of the drawing, she hoped she was right. And wondered, not for the first time and probably not for the last, how Jacen or Tenel Ka could ever have believed her actually capable of parting with the real Jacen the tauntaun. Of course, telling them that she'd sent him a magical copy of her beloved stuffed animal likely would have made things worse, so Amelia was a little grateful she hadn't managed to tell them that much during one of her temper-induced fits of late.
Anything else she may have been wondering was cut short as, quite abruptly, she found herself unable to move. Pinned to the spot, she was forced to watch with ever-growing nerves as the design on the floor began to glow, expand, and finally seemed to separate from the very room itself. The glow became so bright that Amelia couldn't even see and then...
With a muted clap not of this world, Amelia vanished along with the blinding light. For a second, silence filled the empty room. Then, another clap and someone else was present, the newly-returned design fading into the floorboard under her feet.
Red hair cascaded in waves down her back, her entire body ram-rod straight as she immediately glanced around warily. Assured that she was alone int he room, the woman relaxed a bit and looked down at her feet. The small, clearly loved to near pieces, stuffed tauntaun rose into the air, and ultimately into her hand. Gently her fingers wrapped around the child's toy and the woman sighed heavily.
"Oh, Amelia," Allana Djo muttered at her no-longer-present younger self as she stuck the toy into a pocket of the shawl she wore across her shoulders, "what have you gotten yourself into this time?"