The Big Apple

As the night set onto the tall skyscrapers, humans walked the busy artificially illuminated streets, Priscilla found herself in a small coffee shop faced with the bored Lucia. She had pointed towards several pastries kept behind a glass panel under a warm light.

The wallpaper mimicked a forest setting with several darkened creatures hiding among the woodland's shrubbery. It was unknown this cafe was a little diamond in the rough by most who went to much larger chains for overpriced iced coffees. Her hands continued gliding across the laminated menu, each name accompanied with a picture of what you would expect to be served. 

'Are you sure you won't have anything?' Priscilla cocked her head sideways, part of her felt bad spending over a hundred dollars while Lucia sat there watching.

'Don't worry too much about me, I ate too many snacks on the flight.' She let out a small burp before excusing herself to the washroom. 

Priscilla eyes wandered toward the large glass window, people each leading their own lives crept along the busy streets of New York, each with a different story. She couldn't believe how drastically her story changed in such a short amount of time. The space between each finger sparkled like small confetti, magic materialising in its most unstable form only to fade back out into nothingness.

From her small back she retrieved a notebook titled ''Journal'', hundreds of accounts spread across the entire year, her finger traced along until today's date. A pen quickly flew into her hand and scribbled away about her experience of the city that never sleeps. Coming through the airport was quite difficult, though she had expected that as it was one of the largest international airports in the entire country. The famous yellow cabs and their drivers were quite underwhelming, their seats smelling like vomit and other ungodly odours. 

'Are you ready to order miss?' A young waiter walked over by her table. She took her time pointing at every item she craved, eventually the waiter's hand began trembling from little aches. He flipped over his notepad and got back toward the kitchen.

'Oh hey, was that the waiter?' Lucia had come back, her phone buzzing constantly with notifications.

'Yeah, but aren't you going to answer those? Surely its important if the person is spamming you this much.'

'It's probably from the UN, getting permission to use the library was not easy. Had to make a lot of promises I don't intend on keeping.' She twirled around locks of hair with her finger, trying to play it off.

'You will keep those promises or else I am not going to study in that library. You haven't even told me where we are going after Paris!'

'Ughhh why do I have to help those people out? They just want to harness the supernatural to aid their natural problems. I make it a point not to mix those two worlds.' She raised a good point, eventually the public would also find out about the existence of witches if magic was involved with any problem being fixed instantly, Priscilla was forced to agree despite wanting to help out in any way she could.

'And you didn't ask where we were going to begin with, it's around the Babylon region of Iraq where the great library remains sealed by the UN.' Lucia slid the phone across the table with a pinpoint dropped in the middle of a large dessert in the middle east. 

Priscilla scrolled across the screen searching for the nearest city, the closest one being fifty kilometres. 

'Here are your pastries! And a complimentary coffee on the house for the pretty lady.' The male water picked up Lucia's hand planted a kiss in the centre. Despite her calm demeanour Lucia face began to burn red, she shooed him away before he could catch a glimpse of her embarrassment.

Priscilla munched on a slice of apple pie, holding her fork like a barbarian while chewing loudly with her mouth wide open. 'Must be nice to be loved by guys huh.' She chucked a large cookie into her mouth continuing the clanking of her teeth against one another. 

'He isn't my type; I was just caught off guard.'

'So, you are picky too? Ungrateful bitch.' Priscilla turned her head to the side, continuing on munching through a large assortment of pastries.

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Bright lights flashed across her crumb filled face, tens of large screens displaying different ads of famous drinks and clothing brands. Her hand was tightly clutched by Lucia who was pulling her toward the direction of their hotel, loud screams and obnoxious yelling had woken her up completely. The cold air biting their skin while they meandered through large crowds of people each impeding on other's privacy. 

'Looking for a good time sweetie?' A loosely clothed woman reached out for Priscilla hand, trying to snatch her away for a good time and some money. In the blink of an eye Priscilla jabbed a small dagger infused with a sleeping spell into the hooker side. 

'No one messes with my Priscilla.' 

The body hit the ground with a soft thud, frightful screams erupting at the discovery of the unconscious body, minutes after Lucia had casted an invisibility spell on the two of them. 

They crept along until finally reaching the hotel's double door, the red carpet welcoming inside, and a blast of warm air beckoning them further. An older lady dressed from head to toe in red began clacking through the database looking for Lucia's booking. The keys changed hands and the elevator doors dinged open.

Soft humming of old electrical lights began putting even Lucia back into her drowsy state. But not long after they had reached the seventh floor, hundreds of maroon doors lined the hallway, number 1007 looking at them straight in the face, it was pure luck that it was the room they had booked. The key slid inside, twisting and pushing the door forward revealing a two bed room.

Priscilla jumped on the first bed, falling asleep instantly. Lucia had taken her time to change, enjoy a warm shower and look down at the New York nightlife. She reminisced over her younger days, when this city was no taller than two stories high. Before she could think of anymore memories, the bed had finally managed to pull her into soft slumber, cozy blankets wrapping themselves around her body.