The Sleep Plague

Just a start.

In the land of the 8, a select few draw magic from infinitude. The source of all things. The beginning and the end. Everything between and beyond.

Over the years a sleep plague has been incapacitating magical practitioners. The remaining practitioners and their allies must come together to solve the mystery, revive the comatose, and destroy the plague.

I startled awake from being jostled in bed. My eyes flicked open to my sister looking down at me in worry. I wiped my eyes and groggily inquired as to her presence.

“Hughes, it’s Frankie, we received a call,” she said in an alarming tone.

My eyebrows went up. I knew what it meant. I just didn't want to believe it. It felt like it was not quite real. I patted myself, and I could feel my body. I tried not to panic.

“Frankie is in a coma?” I said tentatively

My sister bit her lip and nodded in confirmation.

I pulled off the covers and launched myself out of bed.

“Let me get ready,” I said.

My sister nodded, shock in her eyes, before turning and leaving the room.

I suppose she wondered what I was going to do. I suppose she wondered why I might be pulled from bed now, when I’d been stuck there for months after our father went missing. And why would I risk myself for Frankie, who left me when I had needed her most?

All I have to say is grief and love don’t always make you act with sense.

All I have to say is this was the beginning of a great adventure.