Serenity Force

Magic swirled around the room, causing him to choke.  Damn, he’d never dealt with so much in such a tightly enclosed space before.  He really didn’t like it.  It boded ill for those nearby.  Parker dropped his backpack and slowly backed out of his house once more.  “Mooom?“

No answer.  And there was no way he was going to go back into that place.  Something very bad and very big was probably inhabiting the quaint two-story home now.  And Parker wanted no part of it.  Some might call him a coward for backing out instead of charging inside in search of his mother.  Yet, he felt no need to waste his life searching for someone who spent half of her life drunk.  Why should he do anything for her when she barely lifted a finger for him?  Still, she was a human being and just leaving her in there was rather cruel.

So, he pulled out his cell phone and called the Serenity Force.  They could deal with the magic and he wouldn’t have to find out what nasty was lurking in his bedroom.  Oh yes, all those fairy tales were lies.  Magic did not always bring about goodness and happy endings.  Most of the time it brought sorrow, death and fear with it.  These days, it was getting worse, elves were attacking helpless civilians at night and the Serenity Force had had to increase the amount of officers on patrol during the dark hours.

The familiar wail of the SF siren rang out.  People began to retreat inside of their houses.  No one wanted anything to do with the SF and their business.  Watching magical-washed smoke filter out of the windows, Parker shivered.  Whatever was inside was beyond unusual.  By this point, he may as well count his mother as dead and himself as SF property.  Shit…Today was just not his day.