The Smell Of Chaos

DASHIELL

Arthur smirks at me and lowers his hand. Garrett glances at him with a raised brow.

"Sorry, I have severe cramps in my right hand. It's an effect of a spell I have been experimenting on," Arthur states.

It's strange how I can sense that he's both lying and telling the truth at the same time.

"I hope you don't feel offended," he continues, and I blink, a feeling of uneasiness slithering up my spine.

"It's fine," I respond, and West gives me a questioning stare. He can probably sense my unease.

There's something going on between us. This feeling of foreboding continues to grow until it becomes a sickening feeling.

"So, Eric and Dylan, are you having a great time tonight? You must be new, I don't think I've ever seen you here," Arthur states.

"Well, it's been a while since we attended an event like this..."

While West continues to speak, every sound around me goes mute. Realization hits me when I notice the traces of magic in the air. This event is not an ordinary