On this Day 23 of #freewritemadness, I offer you something a little more substantial than yesterday’s poor attempt. 🙂
This is the final week! I’m looking forward to ending this story, even though the ending is going to make me cry for two days straight (my planned ending will be written over the last two days; an end and then an epilogue). I’m also looking forward to joining back in with the #freewrite, #fiftywords, #365daysofwriting, and other assorted challenges too. And getting back to Vengeance! My heart and soul. After a month of not looking at it, I hope that I will see it in a more favourable light and finally finish the darn thing.
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Anyway, rambling aside; my wordcount today was – 1694
And my overall wordcount so far is – 40038 (10k to go!!!)
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The rosewood walls gleamed beneath the twinkle of a dozen gilded lanterns, each spherical glass holding a small and delicate flame that seemed dull yet was bright enough to illuminate the entirety of the large room and those who stood at its back. They were twenty odd people, both male and female, all wearing armbands similar to the ones Draven and his father wore, and their already hushed discussion quietened further as Katéa and Draven approached. She clung to Draven’s arm, suddenly feeling awkward as the group of people turned about in unison and stared, most appearing unimpressed at their intrusion —Draven’s father in particular was obviously miffed.
He stepped away from the gathering and hurried towards them, intersecting them before they could go further. “Draven,” he hissed. “There is a time for your uninvited entries. Now is not one of them, and especially not with your newcomer.”
“My newcomer happens to have an idea that I think is worthy of the congregation’s attention.”
The Master shook his head with a swift, curt gesture. “Doubtful. Our worlds are entirely different! A newcomer cannot possibly understand the magnitude of this.”
Seriously? After being able to delve through her mind and discover who she was and what she had been through with that elf, he still reverted to this whole newcomer thing? Katéa rolled her eyes upward with a heavy sigh. “I think you’ll find that this newcomer is more than capable of comprehending events that she unwittingly played a part in.”
“Jald,” a regal woman with long curls as white as the blinding snow and eyes as umber as Draven’s sidled up to them and placed a manicured hand on the Master’s arm. Katéa stood back, shocked that someone here was actually as clean and presentable as she wished she could be. “We are all aware of your contempt, dear. Let the girl speak so we can get on with this cursed meeting. I truly would wish to sleep just one night this week, just one! Maybe her idea will hold some use.”
Well, it was nice to know that his father actually had a name —Jald. It sounded familiar, almost reminding her of a character in a story she had once read… she tightened her grip on Draven’s arm. They were all staring at her, waiting for her to speak. The last time so many people had stared at her like this had been at least ten years ago. Back when she was a teenager at school, a hundred bored faces were forced to stare at her whilst she delivered a speech she hadn’t even wanted to do. It was absolutely not the most pleasurable experience she had ever had, but it was almost preferable to the hard faces this gathering held, each one giving off an elite, high-and-mighty vibe. Every single one of them. Jald narrowed his eyes and waited.
She licked at her lips and cleared her throat. “I believe that Quint began all of this by awakening Serenithyl with his devices…” Draven squeezed her arm as her voice petered off, encouraging her to continue. Why the hell couldn’t he chime in? It was his father and his people! They probably wouldn’t even care about the idea once it came from her lips —a newcomer’s lips. She cleared her throat again. “I think it can be ended also by using the devices.” Jald’s cheeks reddened beneath his glare and he began to speak, but she hurriedly cut him off. “It makes a loud noise —a really loud fucking noise! Elves have sensitive ears. It almost shattered mine; if it doesn’t incapacitate the elf, then nothing will! Plain and simple.”
The white-haired woman offered a small smile that gave away none of her thoughts and turned back to the group, speaking over her shoulder as she sashayed away. “Jald, dear. It’s a better idea than the, oh, nothing, that we have come up with. Can we hurry this along?”
Katéa smiled —that woman was officially her new favourite person! But her grin quickly faded as Jald’s glare remained fixed in place, increasing in severity… was that even possible?
“Young lady, do you not remember how those heinous things came to be powered? It is not an option.”
He called her a young lady —was that better or worse than being referred to as a newcomer? He walked away, shaking his head as he departed, and she quickly called after him, “What if there’s still some power left in them? I am not suggesting we refill them! But even a mere second of that sound would be so very useful.” But he did not bother to respond.
Without having moved, the door rose up before her and slammed shut. They were outside, standing on the verandah that encased the Master’s house. Well, that was one way of removing unwanted company from one’s home. She almost wished that she was a mage-blooded Master person.
“I guess that’s a no.” Draven squeezed her arm again but she wrenched it away, annoyed that he had not bothered to speak up in there. “He doesn’t like me! If you had suggested it, maybe he would have listened.”
“Glora is father’s older sister and after spending much of my instructional years under her roof, I can tell you that she will spend the remainder of the hour complaining. Father won’t like it, but I guarantee that the other Masters will agree to at least try so that they no longer have to listen to her.”
That sounded familiar; she was fairly certain that people back in her world did the same thing to her. “Well, that’s better than nothing. I guess.” Katéa sighed. “So, what do we do now?”
“For starters, my dear, you can tell me all about this so-called device.” The white-haired woman —Glora— exited the Master’s house then cast a glance over Draven and smiled, revealing the same dimple that Katéa had fallen in love with. “And you, young man. I do not complain! I merely chide people until they see sense… your father has lacked it for years.” She sniffed.
“Nothing like some sibling rivalry in the midst of doom and despair,” Katéa grinned.
“Indeed, young lady,” Glora narrowed her eyes. “Well, that is most unfortunate. I was hoping the light in there was creating false images.” She waved a hand at Katéa’s stomach and sighed. “I was going to suggest that you join us while we perform this strange idea of yours, but I refuse to risk a future blooded mage. There simply aren’t enough of us.”
Placing a hand on her hip, Katéa stood a little taller as she stated, “I have every intention of being present.”
“Katéa-” Draven began, but she shushed him.
“Draven, I feel as though this is my fault; I want to be there when it ends.”
“Admirable, dear. Now. What is this device —how does it work? I don’t dare ask why dearest brother reviles it.”
The dead pixie’s body flashed into mind and Katéa shuddered as Draven murmured, “Aye, it’s reviled for good reason.”
Glora looked at her with a raised eyebrow, waiting for information about the phone, but how could she actually explain the thing? She furrowed her brow. Well, it wasn’t as if they needed to know how and why the thing was used back home… she stiffened. Back home? No. This was home now. Clearing her throat, Katéa said, “Well, it all depends on if there’s still some power in it. There’s a little… button on the side, and you press it, and it turns on… and if there is power still in it, it will… shriek.”
“Sounds ridiculous. What is the purpose of such a device?”
“In my world it was used for… communication mostly.” She shrugged. “It doesn’t quite work as it should here.”
Disgust washed over Draven’s face as he interjected, “How do we know if the thing even holds any power without experimenting with it, and possibly wasting it, first?”
“I don’t know… just wing it, I guess,” she said with a meek smile. “Hope for the best.”
The small, thought-concealing smile crossed Glora’s face once more.
“Hope for the best. It’s what we would be doing regardless.” She ran a hand through her curls and tossed them over her shoulder before strutting towards the corri-door. “Come Draven, dear. The faster you retrieve this device from the void, the sooner I can get a good night’s sleep.” She flung her arms up into the air. “It’s ghastly! Spending my better hours in a dark and dusty cave. This elf has so much to answer for… and to think I had believed that we had killed all the blasted things.”
Killed all the blasted things —was there more to this human and elf fiasco than what had been told to her? Katéa swallowed and offered a smile.
“Wait til you hear my theory on what Serenithyl’s beasts truly are!”
Draven audibly sighed and Glora laughed, almost cackled in response. “Oh, dear… with a reaction like that, this should be interesting. Tell me! I love hearing outsider perspectives. Leanne…” She sent Draven a sad yet sympathetic glance. “Your mother held so many strange beliefs. It was refreshing to listen to.”
He only nodded, disgust crossing his face once more as they paused outside what had once been Quint’s corri-door. The gemstones embedded within his armband glowed red and allowed them passage through the closed, locked door, and then they stood upon the nothingness. It was like walking on thin air, with nothing at all to save her if she was to fall. It was disturbing.
“Well, here are the devices,” Katéa murmured.
The radio, phone, laptop and cords still lay scattered across the… well, not the ground. The nothingness. The abyss. The void? At least the pixie’s body was no more. Whatever had happened to all the previous pixie bodies? She shuddered as she imagined Quint’s crazed face chowing down on pixie bodies as though they were a snack to be eaten after they were used.
It was probably best not to know.