![]() The Order made efforts to conceal its true size and power, but in this case they had gone overboard. I stood on the sidewalk and surveyed the small shabby office building that supposedly contained the Atlanta Chapter of the Order of Knights of Merciful Aid. It would take me a good fifteen minutes to warm the generator back up, but that was alright. Now the truck was cooling off in the parking lot behind me, dripping water and sweating magic. Today I forced it into the ley line, which in itself wasn't bad for it, since the ley line dragged it almost all the way to Atlanta, but the trek across the city didn't do it much good. Lucky for me, on a regular day Karmelion had to travel only thirty miles to Savannah. I bought it at a junkyard with the name scrawled on the windshield. Who named it Karmelion, and why, I had no idea. Instead it growled, whined, snarled, and emitted deafening peals of thunder with depressing regularity. ![]() Unlike normal cars, the truck did not rumble or murmur or produce any sound one would expect an engine to make. ![]() ![]() A beat-up rusted truck, bile green in color and missing the left headlight assembly, Karmelion had only one advantage - it ran on water infused with magic and could be driven during a magic wave. ![]() THE MAGIC HAD HIT WHILE I WAS PACKING THE essentials into my bag and I had to take Karmelion instead of my regular car. ![]()
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