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You quickly decide that the safest place to talk would probably be your fort. You take Savannah's hand and visualize a border along the strips of flooring. "Okay, I think I have a place in mind that would be safe," you say. You step across the border, pulling Savannah along with you, and materialize instantly in the woods by your fort.
"Woah!" Savannah yelps excitedly. "Ha ha! Jesus! That was amazing! Can you go anywhere you want?"
You look at the fort, only idly taking notice of what Savannah says. "Most places, yeah. Maybe. I haven't really figured that out yet." Your fort looks completely empty, and you can see some dark marks on the ground and wood. You turn to Savannah. "Listen, I'm gonna go in there. Wait five seconds and follow me in, okay?"
"Oh, um, okay," she says. "There was a second where I was standing there in the room and I was like 'he's not actually going to teleport, this is crazy,' and then you did, and it's still crazy! How does it work? Is it magic?"
"Yeah, I guess," you respond, stepping up to the fort.
You step inside the crude wooden archway, half expecting to see your bigger fort with the pillars of fire inside. Instead, you see exactly what you saw from the outside: it's empty. The dirt is a little blackened and there are marks on the logs outside that look like scorch marks. There is no sign of your table, the candles, or your tub of stuff. Stepping inside, you announce into the air, "I revoke all invitations into this place," and look out at Savannah, who smiles and steps in.
"Neat," she says, "I kind of expected something crazy to happen when I walked in. Did you build this?"
"What? Oh, yeah. Took me a while, mostly got branches from down at the creek. Listen, Savannah, I need you to promise to keep this meeting a secret. These things are scary, and they think I'm dead. I'd rather it stay that way."
She looks surprised. "Wow. Yeah, of course. I won't tell anyone. And you can just call me Anna. This is exciting! It's like a real life fairy tale or something."
"Good," you continue, plowing on. "Can you tell me anything about these creatures? You called them demons?"
"Oh! Um, aren't they? I'm sorry, I really don't remember everything from last night. It's like it was a dream, it's all kind of fuzzy. Actually, I thought they were all dreams, but, I mean..." she trails off, pinches herself on the arm, and laughs nervously.
"So, no specifics at all?" you ask.
"Let me see. They like blood, hate iron, need an invitation to get in, they can make you forget things and teleport... I don't know. Like I said, it's all fuzzy. You know how you remember dreams way later if something reminds you of them? Maybe I can remember stuff like that."
"Let's start at the beginning, then. How did you meet Orion?" you ask.
"Oh, um, I kind of like occult stuff, like witches and vampires and stuff. Ouija boards and weird prayers and stuff like that. I found this website that had a whole bunch of rituals and things, and I tried a bunch of them that night. I think the one that worked was at midnight, I put a paper doll in a bowl of milk on the table, had some candles, counted to twelve and hid, like it was hide and seek. I had to write some things on the paper too, and sort of focus on them," she shrugs. "I guess he found me? Or maybe it was the circle thing I drew and did the prayer over, and he just took a little while to come out? I really don't remember how it went. It was kind of just for fun. I don't think I really thought it would work. Hell, I didn't really think it DID work until just now." She looks suddenly upset. "So, wait. All of it was real? None of it was a dream? Because I, uh...I mean, what I did, what I tried to do with you, um...I had to be naked when I hid, that was part of it, I re-" she chokes a little and swallows audibly. "-remember."
By the by, there's an archive of the first five chapters up here >>/questarch/448478
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