Kelly Carmichael has been having problems with headaches since she was a tweener living in London, Ontario. She is frequently left with the impression that they go back to an incident that she can't quite remember, but since even her best friend Alex brushes it off, she's left to think that it's all in her imagination, and carries on.
In truth, however, something did happen that late spring afternoon, so it's not just down to Kelly's weird dreams. It was something that Kelly's extremely religious Catholic family would not have been able to cope with, so Alex whispered something that would have been considered a geas in the Old World, and locked down whatever was going on until a time when she would have been better able to explore what was going on. He thought he was keeping a close enough eye on her that he'd notice if it was time to remove it.
He was mistaken.
An afternoon trip into a book shop only Kelly seems to be able to see starts her on a journey where she's battling against boundaries placed with the best of intentions, and strands her on the Bridge of Silver in a situation that even with Alex's help, they may not be able to get out of alone.
They ripped and tore at her like a flock of angry birds, and almost before Alex knew what he was doing, he launched himself - in a manner of speaking - in that direction. He had enough of a talent for Weaving that he was able to fashion a shield made of soulstuff for the imps to snack on. At least he called them imps.
“Stay very still,” he warned her, and the girl nodded with wide eyes.
Thankfully, she didn’t ask him any stupid questions, but just watched. Her gaze shifted between him and the things that had been nibbling on her. He was left with the distinct feeling that for all that he got lucky for the moment in her lack of questions, she’d tag along after him once he had managed to dispatch most of the imps, and ask every stupid question that was in her head right now. He would accept that, and that would be fine, and he’d even take the time to actually explain what had happened, and what was going on now.
For now, though, that was the last kind of distraction that he really needed.
Without her particular brand of energy to feed on, the imps were looking for something else to fill their seemingly endless pit of need. Alex flashed his own aura at them, and they wandered away from the girl in curiosity. He wasn’t really their type, as this particular brand of imp was of the elemental variety, and the flash of fire that he’d been able to feel before shutting her off entirely had been perfect for their appetites. The wind-elemental imps were, flighty for lack of a better word, and easily distractable.