Fantasy Trope: Historical Fantasy, https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HistoricalFantasy
Current Event: 80th Anniversary of the Attack on Pearl Harbor, https://ussslcca25.com/japscode.htm; https://www.amazon.com/Hawaiian-Magic-Spirituality-Scott-Cunningham/dp/1567181880
Patricia Hernandez looked up into the predawn sky of Hawaii. She yawned. She’d been awake most of the night scrambling frantically as part of a team trying break the so-called “gobledegook” spell locking the latest communique from Imperial Japan.
She couldn’t help but look west then. “Silly. It’s night. You can’s see that far even in daylight. You haven’t learned even the most basic skills in conjuring a space compression spell.” She shook her head. The pressure was getting to her. All she wanted to do now was sleep. In fact, that bench over there looked perfect.
She’d just sunk down on the bench, a warm breeze – it was tough to imagine that Christmas was only two-and-a-half weeks away! – tinged with the oily fumes wafting from the Seventh Fleet at anchor in Pearl Harbor.
Another figured was strolling past. It stopped and said, “Patty?”
“Pika?” She said. She tried not to sigh. Pika Hekekia might be a first rate code-breaker, but he was a class one jerk as well. He refused to follow war protocol and used unauthorized spells he said were ancient Hawai’ian, when dealing with Japanese code-breaking. That he’d been successful a couple of times was even more irritating.
That he acted like he wanted to ask her out on a date was ridiculous. She could only imagine what her parents, farmers in Nebraska! would say if she ever brought him home! Even though he’d been born in San Francisco and was a junior grade lieutenant, they’d never see past his vaguely Japanese face. They hated foreigners.
Pika dropped onto the other end of her bench and said, “What are you doing out alone so late? Don’t you know this is an Naval base full of sailors who’re interested in just one thing?”
She snorted, “And what is that one thing?”
“Gettin’ a beer on a weeknight and blowing their paychecks on a hot poker game!”
She shouldn’t help it. She laughed out loud. “You’re crazy!” She thought for a moment that he was going to take advantage of the opening and slide closer to her. But unexpectedly, he didn’t.
Instead, he said, “What if I were to tell you that while I was meditating this morning, and I had a vision. It was creepy powerful and I could tell there was some serious Mana. The magic fed my dream, calling to me and I saw a great flock of birds visit Hawaii…”
“What, like sparrows or crows or whatever they have that are the Hawai’ian equivalent?” She shook her head, “Doesn’t sound very important to me…” she couldn’t stifle a yawn and stood up. “See you in the morning, Pika.”
“Listen,” Pika said, standing. Patricia could see in the streetlight that he was trembling. “I don’t think it’s going to be anything good. In fact, I got the impression that it was going to be bad. Very bad.”
Names: ♀ American (Nebraska); ♂ Traditional Hawai’ian
Image: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/98/71/e5/9871e52bbc09c525af21b8f6471eab15.jpg
She shouldn’t help it. She laughed out loud. “You’re crazy!” She thought for a moment that he was going to take advantage of the opening and slide closer to her. But unexpectedly, he didn’t.
Instead, he said, “What if I were to tell you that while I was meditating this morning, and I had a vision. It was creepy powerful and I could tell there was some serious Mana. The magic fed my dream, calling to me and I saw a great flock of birds visit Hawaii…”
“What, like sparrows or crows or whatever they have that are the Hawai’ian equivalent?” She shook her head, “Doesn’t sound very important to me…” she couldn’t stifle a yawn and stood up. “See you in the morning, Pika.”
“Listen,” Pika said, standing. Patricia could see in the streetlight that he was trembling. “I don’t think it’s going to be anything good. In fact, I got the impression that it was going to be bad. Very bad.”
Names: ♀ American (Nebraska); ♂ Traditional Hawai’ian
Image: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/98/71/e5/9871e52bbc09c525af21b8f6471eab15.jpg
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