find such a spell for me . S omething that would invoke a renunciation of power, eh? "
"You jest." He could not be serious!
"Why, i magine Dias then ! ” H e threw his head back in hilarity as aggravation flood ed her eyes. Before her temper could react, though, he misted and was gone.
The halls were once again empty.
Samanthŕa swallowed her acrimony and forgot about St a phãyn ’s typical nonsense when she felt the storm pick up power inside the realm . Its hand was pulling against her , but she did not understand how or why. Her curiosity was p iqu ed. A chill ran down her spine a nd the silence of the halls truly began to disturb her.
Another sign -- her mind spun with the dilemma. Too many things were out of balance at once . Something was not right , but what?
~ ChapteR 3 ~
Visions Be Still , Sister
***
Hush now ,
Here comes the dawn of night.
Yes , I know the voices are calling.
But these visions you must fight.
Hush now ,
Quiet embers and falling snow.
Give your mind only to me.
I am all that you need to know.
Hush now ,
As the se things you see may fester ,
Rotting you gently away into a prophecy of sleep.
Hush Now,
Be still your vision , my sweet sister.
For my spirit cradles you against the deep.
***
“ Y ou’re going where?” Dezarãe , eyes forever wide, acted as though she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Sa manthŕa had returned to her chamber , explaining everything she had found out from Dĩas . In the end, Samanthŕa was ever so predictable-- she wasn’t going to let that stop her and she was leaving regardless .
“I have already contacted some of the other families in my mind. ” Samanthŕa explained. To speak by way of telepathy took little to no effort at all , even for a Vii and especially for a High Priestess . “Not one br other or sister is going to let neither the orders of their Elder n or Dĩas , stop them. So why should we? ” Why should I? Samanthŕa gathered up her black cloak.
She said nothing of Stephãyn . She knew it would cause Dezarãe to worry. She loved him as much as Dezarãe did , but Stephãyn had started to withdraw himself from his little Dezzy like he did everyone else , and that alone, she knew was torment enough for her sister to bear .
"Feel free to stay or go. I leave it up to you." Samanthŕa couldn't order anyone to keep to the realm if she refused to do so.
“I am with you sister ; however, have you forgotten Monéaklá ? She is a problem. "
That was a problem. "What do you suggest?"
" Maybe we should bring her in on our scheme ,” Dezarãe said . “It’s better than having her rat us out.” Without blinking, s he caused her olive cloak to appear in he r hands by snapping her fingers.
“ Not even if E vil threatened to take all of my lives would I invite her. Let her sit here in this castle with her twisted & demented twin . For you know that if we bring her, she will sooner or later get bored and then snitch on us for fun. As s oon as she finds out there are no warrior s there foolish or drunk enough to fall for her false charms , she will become spiteful and try to wreck our evening in whatever way she can . It happens every time , ” Samanthŕa, reminde d her while she went to the balcony.
She noticed the swirling and exploding colors and power of the storm . Every time she looked at it, she felt slightly drunk. Her mind swam with questions. She thought constantly about her dream and its message . Her mind kept returning
"You jest." He could not be serious!
"Why, i magine Dias then ! ” H e threw his head back in hilarity as aggravation flood ed her eyes. Before her temper could react, though, he misted and was gone.
The halls were once again empty.
Samanthŕa swallowed her acrimony and forgot about St a phãyn ’s typical nonsense when she felt the storm pick up power inside the realm . Its hand was pulling against her , but she did not understand how or why. Her curiosity was p iqu ed. A chill ran down her spine a nd the silence of the halls truly began to disturb her.
Another sign -- her mind spun with the dilemma. Too many things were out of balance at once . Something was not right , but what?
~ ChapteR 3 ~
Visions Be Still , Sister
***
Hush now ,
Here comes the dawn of night.
Yes , I know the voices are calling.
But these visions you must fight.
Hush now ,
Quiet embers and falling snow.
Give your mind only to me.
I am all that you need to know.
Hush now ,
As the se things you see may fester ,
Rotting you gently away into a prophecy of sleep.
Hush Now,
Be still your vision , my sweet sister.
For my spirit cradles you against the deep.
***
“ Y ou’re going where?” Dezarãe , eyes forever wide, acted as though she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Sa manthŕa had returned to her chamber , explaining everything she had found out from Dĩas . In the end, Samanthŕa was ever so predictable-- she wasn’t going to let that stop her and she was leaving regardless .
“I have already contacted some of the other families in my mind. ” Samanthŕa explained. To speak by way of telepathy took little to no effort at all , even for a Vii and especially for a High Priestess . “Not one br other or sister is going to let neither the orders of their Elder n or Dĩas , stop them. So why should we? ” Why should I? Samanthŕa gathered up her black cloak.
She said nothing of Stephãyn . She knew it would cause Dezarãe to worry. She loved him as much as Dezarãe did , but Stephãyn had started to withdraw himself from his little Dezzy like he did everyone else , and that alone, she knew was torment enough for her sister to bear .
"Feel free to stay or go. I leave it up to you." Samanthŕa couldn't order anyone to keep to the realm if she refused to do so.
“I am with you sister ; however, have you forgotten Monéaklá ? She is a problem. "
That was a problem. "What do you suggest?"
" Maybe we should bring her in on our scheme ,” Dezarãe said . “It’s better than having her rat us out.” Without blinking, s he caused her olive cloak to appear in he r hands by snapping her fingers.
“ Not even if E vil threatened to take all of my lives would I invite her. Let her sit here in this castle with her twisted & demented twin . For you know that if we bring her, she will sooner or later get bored and then snitch on us for fun. As s oon as she finds out there are no warrior s there foolish or drunk enough to fall for her false charms , she will become spiteful and try to wreck our evening in whatever way she can . It happens every time , ” Samanthŕa, reminde d her while she went to the balcony.
She noticed the swirling and exploding colors and power of the storm . Every time she looked at it, she felt slightly drunk. Her mind swam with questions. She thought constantly about her dream and its message . Her mind kept returning
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