The Race part 1

_AN: Hi everyone, so I dropped off the face of the world for a long ass time and to be honest, I’m still not 100 percent. Depression is a bitch y’all. Thanks to some encouragement from my fellow writers, I’m back and I’m hoping to try for at least weekly updates. Right, back to the story. ___

Delilah and Charlotte

The moment the flare launched, Delilah and Charlotte surged forward onto the snow of the slope. Delilah went in front, her body toned and hardened by both the magic of her ‘class kit’ and the natural strength of being a track athlete.

They were making good progress up the slope, working together as the snow started getting deeper. Charlotte tapped Delilah on the shoulder and pointed to where the path was curving off to the left in a switchback route up the mountain before she inspected the claws granted by the alter self spell.

“Do you think we could use these to avoid the switchbacks? It would help us get up there a lot faster wouldn’t it?”

Delilah hummed for a moment, then shot a wicked grin at her friend, slogging her way towards the wall and Looking up before she took a grip on two rocks and started hauling herself up, her strengthened fingers and long nails making the task of climbing almost trivial. She could hear Charlotte behind her, following the same path Delilah took.

Rebecca and Ivy

Rebecca and Ivy both took the half of a rabbits jawbone they had purchased from Victoria out of their pockets and held them out in front of them.

On the backs of their hands ink suddenly started spreading in the shape of a stylised clock, the hands set at the twelfth hour before a glowing circle appears on the ground before them and the ink of their clock tattoos shifts, now the hands showing the hour of one.

Emerging from this glowing circle is a very tall figure, eight or nine feet at least and broad at the shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. Dressed in the height of Victorian masculine finery that doesn’t disguise the figure’s feminine physique the head of the being is that of a black rabbit with wide glowing red eyes. A long chain connects the creature to an overly large scythe. Bowing before them, the creature speaks

“Greetings Mistresses…I am The Bloody Rabbit and you are my summoners. Twelve times you may summon me and issue orders but once those twelve times are up…I will claim what is mine by right most ancient…”

Rebecca and Ivy look on in horror at what they have summoned, before Ivy stutters, remembering the words Victoria had told them to use.

“By the power of the jawbone, I command you to get both of us to the top of the Mountain where Rose and Aurora are as quickly and safely as possible!”

The red eyes fasten on Ivy and if it was possible for a rabbit to grin, this one does.

“As you command…Mistress…”