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***
Viktoria woke up in the middle of the night on the cold floor.
Something warm and sticky was spilling out of her mouth. She choked on it.
When she touched the substance with her fingers, placing them in front of her eyes, her heart nearly dropped. Black. Pure, inky black.
Blot .
When Viktoria had asked Mister Hunt about a general description of this world's magic system he was more than happy to help. He gave her some useful insight, but also had spoken about the "remnants" that resulted from using too much magic.
She was very interested in the subject. Back in her world, when a witch or wizard would use too much of their magical abilities it would result in magical exhaustion, a temporary state during which one could not wield the magic from the air. The more training a wizard or witch had, the more difficult it was to achieve this state.
Of course, rules were different with dark magic. Now that would result in the rot she was experiencing now slowly eating away at her soul and mind, making her crave violence as if–
Viktoria shook her head, nails digging deep into her arms to keep her grounded in reality.
But she hadn't even used proper magic in this world, only husks of her previous potential. Why was there blot running hot in her veins? Especially since, if given proper time of rest, it should go away on its own.
So what was-
She rushed for the window, half tripping on the way, and vomited, acidic fluid mixing with her saliva as she felt physical needles poke and pierce at her nerve endings.
And then she wept.
"Are you alright in there?" Ann was trying the doorknob in order to get inside her bedroom.
"BE GONE!" She roared. Good. Focus on the anger. Anger was easier to manage.
Rage could be turned into fuel, which could be turned into progress. Never in her life had self pity helped her do anything.
Her leg spasmed, kicking at the nearest chair accidentally. Viktoria dug her nails deep into her arms until the pain forced her mind back into lucidity anew. Barely.
The blood, darker than normally possible and now spilling on the floor went unperceived.
"She doesn't seem alright." Grim's now soft voice pierced her air like toothpicks.
"I said LEAVE!" She shrieked so loudly she was sure she could have woken the dead.
A moment of silence followed, then footsteps.
They left.
And she remained alone, with only whispers of the unpresent and fragments of the past to keep her company.
***
When Viktoria opened the door, at around four in the morning, she found a can of tuna and a glass of water at her doorstep.
***
Yes, it was true that dark magic could be countered by positive energy and love.
But there was nothing in Viktoria's life that she could love. Besides, a person who is willing to cast the dark arts cannot be a pure soul. You have to really mean it for it to happen.
It was true that she didn't have a choice, yet it doesn't change what she'd done. She was not a person worth loving, and she was very aware of it.
So when she found rosemary in the academy's kitchen, she grabbed it and shoved it down her throat like a lunatic. It tasted like absolute garbage, and the spiky needles scratched her throat raw until the point where she thought she might choke.
When was the last time she drank water?
She rushed to the sink, the device Ann had taught her water came out of, and gulped down as if it were a dying man in the deserts of Egypt.
After that, she allowed her head to fall downward, her perfectly straight spine finally bending forward, vertebrae protruding from her skin.
The dark purple kimono felt much too pretty to wear while she looked like this... but as long as that was her only concern...
100,99,98,97....
This should be enough to stall her symptoms for a while, but she needed to find a way to stop its progress permanently.
There was much... much studying to be one.
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FanfictionWhen Viktoria Merelon, the cold second daughter of the pure-blooded house of Merelon, and Anabelle Jones, a bubbly girl from the present muggle world, find themselves disoriented and alone in a new world they find out is called "Twisted Wonderland"...
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