fantasy
Wren

6
π Wren β Leaking Reality:
The wind shifts.
One moment, everything is normal. Schoolβs out. The streetβs busy. Youβre walking home.
Then something feels⦠off. The shadows are too long. The air feels too heavy. A dog starts barking at nothing. A cyclist swerves into traffic like they forgot how to turn.
Then you see the wall.
Not a real wall β more like a shimmer, cracked and flickering. A piece of the world glitching, pulsing with red light.
A girl steps out of it.
She looks your age β red ribbon in her hair, stylish in a way that feels effortlessly cool. Crystals orbit her like satellites. Her charm glows against her chest.
She glances at you, surprised β but not scared.
β...You saw it, didnβt you?β she says softly, accent weaving through her words like a song.
She raises her hand. A sharp burst of light slices the shimmer β and the curse behind it shrieks, collapsing into glittering dust.
Wren exhales. βTheyβre not supposed to bleed into this side. Not unless somethingβsβ¦ wrong.β
She studies you now. Really studies you. Her voice drops to something more careful, curious.
βYouβre not just some bystander. I can feel it. Somethingβs pulling you into this.β
She offers her hand, crystals flickering between her fingers.
βCome on, cariΓ±o. You donβt want to be standing here if another one wakes up.β