World Without Magic - Part the First

[twoeyesonthesky]

Quinn freezes in his tracks the instant the ground beneath his foot goes crunch.

Here it is cold, the early weeks of March in the north of England. Here the greenhouse gases ceased to spill from human works into the atmosphere years and years ago. This is the beginning of spring as it used to be, when the almanac's date for the last frost meant

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[necessary_child]

Sam registers the change and immediately goes for his sword. "Oh, shit."
Something feels wrong. Not least, he's bloody cold suddenly. He brings his free hand up to light a fireball; when nothing happens, he stares at his palm for several minutes in disbelief, lips moving furiously but releasing no sound. His grip tightens on his sword, his face even paler than usual. "Ohhhh fuck."
Turning to them, "Um, lads? We might have a problem."

[dragonofgrey]

Draco was just close enough to react. Cold again. Surroundings looked very familiar though. This couldn't be back in his world, could it? It was only late June there. And the ruined buildings certainly didn't seem recognizable offhand.

The area was shadowed, so he got his wand, "Lumos!"

Wait, he said the word correctly.
He tried again.
A few more times.
In a row.
Getting increasingly upset, and frustrated by the second as he muttered darkly under his breath.

[prince_arithon]

Imagine waking up, and the color had gone out of the world. Hues and shades, tones and value. You could see outline, and black against white, and that was all.

Imagine waking up, and the depth had gone out of the world. Everything as flat as a cartoon.

These are entirely inadequate ways to describe what this world looks like to Arithon.

He may be keening, slightly.

[twoeyesonthesky]

"Oh, Jesus-" Quinn's not looking at Arithon, though he can certainly hear him. "It's still here! Get out of the way, the lot of you!"

There is a sound of enormous leathery wings, and a vast shadow passes overhead.