Chapter 11p>The basement didn’t have an exit. My personal hell included parsnips? Also, I still held the key. I still wore the green coat and all the rest of my clothes. Touching my face revealed I still had tender skin where the node had tattooed me.
If I hadn’t died, what had happened?
Mom had blasted power at Drew. I’d gotten in the way. Poof, I shifted to a metaphysical realm. Magic made no sense sometimes.
Lifting the iron key, I considered maybe the power had hit it first. What did I know about actual magical objects? Not much. I knew how to take a mundane object and enchant it so it did something specific, like cut magic or repel cold. Mom’s power might have somehow activated the key. My chest still hurt, so maybe she’d blasted with more than the key needed, and the rest hit m
