Planeswalker

"There's no need to be afraid" he said, still smiling. "I'm like you, I'm a planeswalker too."

My mind whirled. I had a thousand questions, but unfortunately the one that made it out of my mouth before I could think of something more intelligent was:

"A what now?"

He chuckled gently, "I didn't know what I was at first either, I had to have someone explain it to me too. A pl-"

A knock at the door interrupted him.

"One second Eric, come in!"

The door opened up to reveal Sedva carrying a silver tray with a teapot, two cups and saucers, a plate of cookies, and a plate of small sandwiches.

"Sedva? I thought a servant was going to be bringing this up."

"Mel told me you wanted to speak to me so I sho- oh that bitch!"

Despite her obvious anger, Sedva set the tray down gently, never letting her emotions get the better of her. The smell of the tea as she went by made me realize how... everything I was. I was exhausted, starving, and extremely parched, my back and feet ached too, and as much as I hated to admit it, I was still pretty horny from my earlier encounter with Mel in the alley and all of the times she flashed me on the way to the tower. I reached for sandwich to start taking care of my hunger as Sedva stormed out.

"Oh she's about to get it now" I heard her whisper dangerously as she left.

I turned back to Ral with half of a sandwich already in my mouth. "What's she going to do to Mel?"

Ral was fiddling with something on his back as he said: "with Sedva, I'm really not sure. She could make Mel clean toilets for a month, or she could use her for sparring practice." He moved his hand to a spot at his side as he once again began fiddling with straps. "But I believe that we were talking about what a planeswalker is." He finished what he was doing and stood up, carefully taking off his electrical harness and placing it on a mannequin next to the window that I hadn't noticed earlier when I was taking in the view. When he came back, he once again propped his feet up as he relaxed in his chair.

"So, a planeswalker is a being that can simply walk from one universe to another, with plane being another word for a universe. Planeswalkers are only created when a planeswalker spark, that thing that gives us this ability, is ignited, and a spark is only ignited under **** circumstances. It could be an emotional shock, like someone you know dying, or maybe you yourself were nearly killed. That is the catalyst that sets us off on our planeswalk. Mind you, not everyone can have a spark. You have to have some sort of latent magical power and even then, not everyone has one. It seems to me that the more latent power a person has, the greater their chance of becoming a planeswalker. However, we're not gods, though I've been told that we used to be. We have access to magic, but so do others, and there are some who would use you for their own gain, for example, my boss, Niv-Mizzet the Firemind. As much potential as you have, it's still important for you to be very careful, my boss doesn't even know that I'm a planeswalker."

He paused for a second, as if to give me time to catch up. I tried to digest it all, but it was just so damn strange. He picked his feet up and leaned closer to me, his blue were tinged with the slightest hint of worry.

"You've had a long day and that's the basics of it. I'll have someone send you to your room with more food" he said gesturing to the now empty plate of sandwiches.

"Thank you" I said, and I really meant it. After everything that had happened, someone I could almost trust was definitely not what I expected. Despite his apparent honesty though, could I really trust Ral? He did just tell me to be very careful, what if he's one of those people who would use me for their own gain?

He smiled at me and got up, "I'll fetch someone to bring you to your room quickly, but for now, rest and drink some tea, you'll feel better."

I nodded and began to pour myself some tea, the warmth breathing some energy back into my bones. It smelled like a warm fall day, like cloves, cinnamon, and apples. A tentative sip singed my tongue, but sent soothing ripples down my spine as I slowly drank the restorative brew. I looked out the window while I waited for whoever Ral sent my way. I couldn't help but study it, it was different enough from the architecture I was used to to know what I was looking at, but strange enough to also remind me that I was in another world.

Fuck I thought to myself, another world. What. The. Fuck.

I shook my head as I gently chuckled at the strangeness of the situation. Another damn world. There was a lot to consider, but I think the first thing would be how do I get home? Or would it be how to master my abilities? What if someone tracks me back to Earth and I'm powerless against them?

Another sip of my tea dispelled the growing headache as I took a deep breath. I had been sitting here like this, berathing deeply and trying to quiet my errant mind when I heard steps coming down the thickly carpeted hallway.