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Authors: Claude Dancourt
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Save for the endless carpet of trees, he saw absolutely nothing. No clearing, no villages, no road. He barely distinguished the sky from the foggy earth.
The young man pressed his face to the glass to look down. The drop was vertiginous. Unless he grew wings, he had little chances to escape this way. Vaguely depressed by the sight, he tumbled back to his bed and sat again with a relieved sigh.
Fillin had left a pitcher of her strange beverage on the nightstand and he poured himself a cup. The bittersweet liquid calmed his thirst . Elwyn wondered once again why the taste was so familiar. It reminded him of lemonade, but it was not that, not exactly. The light acidity was something he was unable to place though he thought he should. The memory floated in the back of his mind, heavy, like a tight kno t refusing to untangle and threatening to turn into another headache. He drained the last of his cup and clicked his tongue. Whatever it was, the drink was refreshing.
The young man lied back on the pillows, trying to figure out a course of action. Fillin was very sweet but he guessed her influence on his gaoler was limited. She had not been able to help Sebastian and he doubted she was more than a maid herself. Maybe she was a prisoner, just like him, and the Enemy granted her a little freedom so she could serve the household. He wished he could put a name on that faceless menace , a shadow hidden behind in pain and screams . At the same time, he was not in such a hurry to confront the foe. His arching body still held the marks from their previous encounter.
Elwyn closed his eyes. Sacha would know what to do. She always did, or at least she knew how to dragoon him into finding a solution to his problems. He missed his sister, and his friends. He certainly did not want Sacha anywhere near him at the moment, but he missed her nonetheless. At least she was in Haven , protected by the fortress walls and his father 's guards ; a nd Derek . He could count on Derek to keep her safe, even if he grou ch ed to no end about doing so.
But were they cautious enough? No one but Sebastian and he seemed to have survived the raid. If so, by the time the d uke got wind of the attack, the Enemy would be stronger and could benefit the surprise effect again… Elwyn straightened up looking toward the window again. He needed to find a way out of here, and some way to contact Sacha …
oOo
The liquid started to darken and solidify, until it reached the sombre grey color of tarnished tin. Satisfied, Wolfryth bent over the basin and murmured some words in a language Fillin didn’t understand. Suddenly, the now - hard surface began to glow, and the young woman felt heat rising from the metal-like matter.
Her father rarely allow her to assist him and she held her tongue instead of asking the multitude of questions she had, keeping her mouth firmly shut while she observed the powerful magic at work . He had yet to explain what that precise spell was for, though she suspected it had to do with his obsession with Derek Pendragon.
“Look carefully. Influencing dreams is one of the most advance d spells when one controls the Spirits.”
Fillin knitted her brows in concentration. She had yet to control the different e lements, Air least of all. She was a natural with Water, but of course her father refused to acknowledge that. She glimpsed at the basin, wondering if she was to finally discover what the infamous prince looked like. But the surface was just reflecting light from the spell at work, and nothing else.
“ Fillin .”
The blonde stepped back quickly. The one condition for her to observe while her father worked was to avoid interfering. She was interested in Magic. The consequences were of little concern. Once she mastered the spells herself, she would have plenty of time to play with the results.
Wolfryth touched the surface again, visibly displeased. Fillin tiptoed to watch at the tin-like material from afar. It had stopped
The young man pressed his face to the glass to look down. The drop was vertiginous. Unless he grew wings, he had little chances to escape this way. Vaguely depressed by the sight, he tumbled back to his bed and sat again with a relieved sigh.
Fillin had left a pitcher of her strange beverage on the nightstand and he poured himself a cup. The bittersweet liquid calmed his thirst . Elwyn wondered once again why the taste was so familiar. It reminded him of lemonade, but it was not that, not exactly. The light acidity was something he was unable to place though he thought he should. The memory floated in the back of his mind, heavy, like a tight kno t refusing to untangle and threatening to turn into another headache. He drained the last of his cup and clicked his tongue. Whatever it was, the drink was refreshing.
The young man lied back on the pillows, trying to figure out a course of action. Fillin was very sweet but he guessed her influence on his gaoler was limited. She had not been able to help Sebastian and he doubted she was more than a maid herself. Maybe she was a prisoner, just like him, and the Enemy granted her a little freedom so she could serve the household. He wished he could put a name on that faceless menace , a shadow hidden behind in pain and screams . At the same time, he was not in such a hurry to confront the foe. His arching body still held the marks from their previous encounter.
Elwyn closed his eyes. Sacha would know what to do. She always did, or at least she knew how to dragoon him into finding a solution to his problems. He missed his sister, and his friends. He certainly did not want Sacha anywhere near him at the moment, but he missed her nonetheless. At least she was in Haven , protected by the fortress walls and his father 's guards ; a nd Derek . He could count on Derek to keep her safe, even if he grou ch ed to no end about doing so.
But were they cautious enough? No one but Sebastian and he seemed to have survived the raid. If so, by the time the d uke got wind of the attack, the Enemy would be stronger and could benefit the surprise effect again… Elwyn straightened up looking toward the window again. He needed to find a way out of here, and some way to contact Sacha …
oOo
The liquid started to darken and solidify, until it reached the sombre grey color of tarnished tin. Satisfied, Wolfryth bent over the basin and murmured some words in a language Fillin didn’t understand. Suddenly, the now - hard surface began to glow, and the young woman felt heat rising from the metal-like matter.
Her father rarely allow her to assist him and she held her tongue instead of asking the multitude of questions she had, keeping her mouth firmly shut while she observed the powerful magic at work . He had yet to explain what that precise spell was for, though she suspected it had to do with his obsession with Derek Pendragon.
“Look carefully. Influencing dreams is one of the most advance d spells when one controls the Spirits.”
Fillin knitted her brows in concentration. She had yet to control the different e lements, Air least of all. She was a natural with Water, but of course her father refused to acknowledge that. She glimpsed at the basin, wondering if she was to finally discover what the infamous prince looked like. But the surface was just reflecting light from the spell at work, and nothing else.
“ Fillin .”
The blonde stepped back quickly. The one condition for her to observe while her father worked was to avoid interfering. She was interested in Magic. The consequences were of little concern. Once she mastered the spells herself, she would have plenty of time to play with the results.
Wolfryth touched the surface again, visibly displeased. Fillin tiptoed to watch at the tin-like material from afar. It had stopped
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