It's all Hallow's Eve, Trickster's Night. The veil is at its thinnest. It's the one night a year when beings of other planes can enter the mortal humans' realm. Ru doesn't think much of it when she's tasked yet again with watching over her older brother. It's silly, really, and pointless in Ru Ella Grymbick's opinion. Not only is she not a practicing witch, but she thought this whole Trickster's Night thing its own kind of created fairytale of warning/conspiracy to keep children from acting up. She'd long ago left her childhood behind her. Gammy Grym's tales no longer held that kind of sway over her. Grandmother Grymbick claimed it was true, all of it-demons, trolls, ogres, banshees, goblins, any and all banished beasties come to return to the world they'd tried to rule and the puny humans that inhabited it, if only for one night. Ru wasn't buying it. She'd yet to encounter a one. Witches and Warlocks notwithstanding, creatures roaming this world for one night to play tricks on hapless humans, she was supposed to buy that? Pfft. Pull my other leg, why don't ya, she thought of all of that. Ru Ella had the genes for casting, the magic was inside of her, but she severely lacked the skills required to conjure, ward, or any of the other things expected of a Grymbick witch of her family's prestigious line. That was exactly why she'd given up trying to find her spark. She just didn't have one! The poor woman could barely make a puff of smoke, forget casting protections spells. If Gammy Grym meant to send her only granddaughter to protect her older non-magically gifted sibling, Ru certainly hoped for her bothersome sibling's sake the tales told were just that-fanciful fallacy. Seeing as Brock lived in the equivalent of a frat house of forty plus year old tragically single men desperate to relive their glory days, the same lot who'd basically bullied and taunted her in high school, Ru was about as eager to spend Halloween babysitting her brother and his bro-dudes as she was hopping into a dentist's chair for a root canal. Ru expected things would go as they always did, ending up the glorified candy handler, tasked with passing out candy so the guys' place didn't get egged, parked on their porch steps with a tempting tub of candy in her lap, keeping an eye on things while her brother and his "friends" heckled her to death. It was going to be a glorious eve-insert snark here-she just knew it. A full blood moon on Halloween, if that wasn't an omen on its own... Ru would have done well to heed the signs, should she have even bothered to look for them right there in front of her face in the first place. It was in the air, things were afoot, brewing. With matching blood moons high in the starry night skies of the other realms housing the creatures itching to be free of their appointed prisons, the writing was on the wall, really. All hell was just waiting to break loose. Toss in a tragically awkward misunderstanding with an oddly determined goblin, and you have the makings for some madcap interdimensional mischief. When Ru finds herself thrust into Kobold, as goblins were known, territory, what's a human, crackpot witch gotta do to get the hello home? It's hell in a handbasket, with a goblin's feat tossed in, quirky romantic comedy with a paranormal fantasy twist!
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