Magise - excerpt

Yup so I'm starting a new story! This is with my new French OC, Madelyn. I really thought hard for this and it is kinda an apocalyptic story?

YEAH SO I'M POSTING A LIL REGULARLY NOW YEE

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The hammering rain pelted down on Madelyn’s pale blue umbrella, making a thundering sound, like elephant’s footsteps. She hurried along to the little French café where she was supposed to meet her aunt.

As she pushed the carved wooden door open, she caught a delicious smell of pastries of all different kinds. As with most French cafés, the inside was decorated beautifully; the tables and chairs were white and a small chandelier hung from the ceiling. Greyscale photos adorned the walls. A woman behind the counter was bustling about, placing fresh new baguettes in the cases.

At a table for two in the back, a woman with chic, bobbed black hair sat, wearing an emerald-green dress with a black purse. Her dark high heels stubbed the floor. Madelyn grinned. Her English aunt wasn’t very good at dressing French.

She hung her dark blue coat on a coat hanger, and her red hat went on the hat stand.

She walked briskly over to the table, pulled out the remaining chair, and sat down. “Madelyn!” said Emilie, her aunt. “I haven’t seen you in so long!”

“Ma tante,” said Madelyn, flicking back a strand of hair, “you need to act French. After all, you are related to a Frenchwoman!”

Her aunt looked slightly crestfallen. Madelyn smiled. “Have you seen any more Magise?” she asked, in a low whisper. Madelyn and Emilie were the only ones in their family who were Magise, people with a special power. Emilie could hear from long distances, and Madelyn had telekinesis. Each Magis had a symbol engraved on the back of their hand, a circle with an infinity sign inside of it. Whenever the person would summon their powers, it would glow blue.

“A man-“ Emilie was cut off as a waiter came up to their table. “Bon apres midi!” he said, with a little bow. Madelyn caught a bluish tinge on one of his white gloves that made her suspicious. “Bon apres midi,” she said in reply. He lay down two menus on the table.

Madelyn hitched her long sleeve a little bit higher, until the mark showed. She stared at the waiter very pointedly. He looked at her – and then his gaze drifted down to her hand.

He gasped in shock. Emilie took her glove off to show him her mark, and his mouth practically touched the floor. Madelyn indicated a flower in a vase on the table, then pulled it towards her using her mind. The waiter shot the cashier a glance, and then said, “What would you like?”

“Des macarons, deux petite baguette,” Madelyn said quickly. Emilie said her order and turned to Madelyn. “I don’t think we’re alone. Look, the Magise have spread all over the place. Look at him. Look at us!” she said in a hushed voice. “In London, the mass attack is happening,” she said, avoiding her niece’s eyes.

“It’s a matter of time before they come to France,” said Madelyn, although she could feel her insides quivering. “We have to be on our guard.” The effort of speaking fluent English weighed in her stomach. “Everywhere, people are collapsing. The Wiheom are looking for us everywhere. They want us. They’re hungry for our powers.”

“Madelyn, ma chere, you have to be careful.” Emilie said. “I wish,” said Madelyn. “I wish Fleur knew about her parents. I wish this wasn’t happening. I wish I wasn’t stuck here just writing to Caitlin, because she’s in real danger right now. But we can’t wish. We have to hold on.”

“Yes,” Emilie agreed. “Madelyn, you are right. This is not the end.”

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Des macarons - some macarons

Deux petite baguettes - two small baguettes

Ma chere - my darling

Bon apres midi - good afternoon

Ma tante - my aunt

ya bai