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[anonplusultra-blog]

A fate divided part I

"This town his going in a downward spiral ever since those men from the Citadel took over"

"Hey, don't think too much about it, it's not the end of the world. Let's just enjoy our day out, the spring weather is being kind to us, might as well be grateful to the pyre for our blessings and live joyfully"

"You are right Abby, the day is lovely, there is no point for us sister to gloom on such grandiose blue sky with concerns over the Magistrate"

Abby has always known how to bring my smiles back to surface, and this time she did again, lifting a heavy weight off my shoulders, blanking the worries off my tiredless mind, reminding me of the beauty beyond the abyssal hole the Magistrate... No, I need to focus, today is just for us.

Abby and Sarah.

We went to the hills on the outskirts of town, away from the spectral glow emerging from the 'abyss' as the soldiers called it, a hole to a different realm made, or rather discovered by the Magistrate high consulate of mages.

The green grass was soft and gracious to our bare feet, just like Abby said it would. We are very different, she is of fair hair, long and bind in a thick tress; a bohemian soul; a beauty envied by every woman in town and our mailbox filled with poems from the men that swoon over her. I, well I am not a hideous beast, I get letters as well and I am the talk of some, but not nearly as charismatic as Abby; I am not as bold as she is in my clothing choices, not out of modesty; my hair dark chestnut, as if the polar opposite of her bright one and I prefer my hair to only reach my shoulders and to be just combed. We both share our mother's blue eyes and pale skin along with her lips, lips that many had made poems about, even to me.

"This is what this town needs, Seris needs to leave the abyss be and come and sit in the grass and do nothing, just one day, just one to connect back to nature."

"It is quite pleasant. Only us and the birds singing love tunes to the females, it is very relaxing and... Abby, what on the realm are you doing?", her hand was diving in between her breast thru her cleavage as if... as if searching?

"Close your eyes Sarah", and I did, it was strange to look at my sister's chest for that long, "Now, you can look".

I heard her knees popping as she stood up, my eyes were still shut, a weird cold feeling in the back of my neck telling me I should keep them as they were, but I had to look. I opened my lids slowly, not sure why, and then I was staring at her blue eyes, she was looking down to her hand, my sight follows and finds her hand in a fist, her nails facing upwards. Her fingers relax and reveal mother's old locket, our family heirloom, made of steel and shaped as a shield.

"You, you got it fixed?"

"Yes, the blacksmith repaired it for just a silver coin... and a smile, and he even polished back to its former glory. Open it!"

My thumb unlocks the metallic hook and I open the locket. My breathing ceased, my eyes couldn't believe what I was seeing, our faces in tiny portraits on each side. Back in the day, this locket would have a portrait of our parents, but the fire...

"I couldn't salvage a portrait of them to show the artist to recreate, but we had our portrait from your birthday in the living room, he made this ones based on it."

I was caught off guard, my sister had given me the greatest gift I could ever dreamed of. It brought tears to my eyes, it warmed my heart. I felt as if summer was trapped under my skin, I wished right there to be wearing a slitted skirt and sleeveless shirt as Abby, maybe that way the heat inside me would be bearable.

"But when did you did all this? How was I so distracted to miss all these wonderful actions" I could not control the honey coated tone that flew along with my words.

"Remember the date with the spire vanguard, the man with the strange accent", I did remember that man, he was very confident, to use pretty words, "Well I lied, and took advantage of you being at the church of the pyre praying for my safety, as you do whenever I go out with a suitor"

I pray for the pyre to maintain her maiden status, no man she has been courted by is deserving of her, she deserves a Quee- a King that would make her a Queen I mean.

"Turn around, let me put on you"

"No, not on my neck," I extended my arm, "I want to look at it at all times"

A smile on her lips as she tied the locket’s leather strap to my gloved right forearm.

“This is the best day of my life… our life, Abby, thank you”

“You know what will make it better, to sit under our tree”

Many moons ago, we came to these same hills and walked the same paths, we tired ourselves running and rolling on the soft green grass and reach for a tree’s shade for rest. Abby’s usual curiousness lead her to explore the tree before sitting with me, she found on something written on the tree bark, a couple of names, one of a woman, the other a male’s. I heard her doing something and stood up and walked round the tree. Abby had a silver coin on her hand, she was using it to carve on the bark.

Abby

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Sarah

It became our tree.

“I would love to, but,” the sun was approaching the edge of the world tinting the skyes in a purple blood tone, “the curfew is almost upon us, we need to get back home before sundown”

She seemed unhappy about it, she always was. There was not much to do, it was the magistrate rules.

I got worried as we walked back to town, Abby was quieter than normal.

We got home, the sun was still on this realm, but, there was something else. An Outer Tribunal Judge, dressed in magistrate red waiting for us at our door. With him a cart with iron bars and a war machine. My blood went cold.

“By order of the Magistrate Grand Consulate of Mages, I come here to collect the chosen sacrifice”, His tone dark and his rhythm steady, the man had no hesitation speaking such horrible words, “The one under the name Abby”

“No!”, I shouted, my throat dried, “You can’t take her, she was not chosen, she-”

“Sarah, I was. The abyss is relentless, only a sacrifice will tame its hunger”

She was holding tears.

I could not. Not when I could see the shame tainting her beautiful face. I realized then why she had taken all those chores and preparations for the day, she knew, she knew she had been chosen and she decided to hide it away from me, to keep it to herself instead of sharing her tragedy with me. That is why she wanted us in the locket, so I could remember us.

“I don’t care … I will not let you take her, not while the is air in my chest”, I ran with my fist hardened with rage and impacted as hard as I could, harder than I ever imagined I could.

But to no avail.

It was as if punching a wall, the judge did not even flinched. But there was retaliation, a single slap from him send me a foot backwards into my back. All the air escaped my body, I couldn’t breath.

“Stop, please, do not harm her. I will be the sacrifice, I will not resist”

She was no longer holding her tears to herself. I wanted to jump and hold her, force her to stay, but I was barely conscious.

The door to the cart was open, Abby walked slowly towards it, the judge closely behind her. She stopped in front of the cart, the man tells her something, her eyes look into mine, she nods and turns around. The man takes a big military knife out of his belt, grabs Abby’s tress and… I closed my eyes.

I hear something falling close to me, it was her blonde tress. Her maine once reaching her mid back, was now barely passing her ear lobes.

He closes the door and signals his troops for department back to the abyss.

I cried.

It was all I had left to do.

I was powerless, I couldn’t protect her, my only family left, my sister…

I stood up after gaining back my breath, I felt weak beyond physically weak that is, as if my soul had left my body and the void was filled with tears. I took her tress and tied it on my belt. I looked up to our house, I could not make myself go in there, not without her. There was only one place where I could find peace when Abby was not around, the church of the Eternal Pyre.

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[anonplusultra-blog]

A dark voice calls

A fate divided part II

A cold feeling crept thru my back, we had arrived at the abyssal hole, the horses had stop. I had to brave to save this town and my sister, from being swallowed by this other realm.

“Come out now, we still need to prepare you for the sacrifice. The night is almost here”

I tried to be brave and kept quiet throughout the preparations. The first of them being a black cloth to cover my eyes, my jaw was shaking, I was afraid and in darkness. Purifying powder was applied on my arms, chest, legs, hair and neck; it was a rushed cleansing, they kept my clothes on, but my sandals. Only the visible skin was purified. A hooded cape was the finishing touch, I was ready to meet my end.

Walking blinded to my death was a torture in itself. The man was silent, I could only hear his boots on the bricked road of the magistrate’s halls. But I kept walking on my own, doubtful, but determined to save the lives of those who live in this land, determined to save Sarah’s life. She has to live for me. If the magistrate had chosen her instead of me, I would have jumped into the void, if that meant she could live another day.

We stopped, a chill breeze welcomed us to the outdoors, an energy of sadness and desolation welcomed us to the edge of the abyss.

“Ishtunur ent alenaer! Ishtunur bor alenaer!”

An elder mage shouted a conjuring, a call to the abyss.

There were many around me, I could hear their gossip and prayers mixed in an mash of sound hard to understand.

The judge pushes me forward, I take three steps, a fear like I’ve never felt before rushed thru my veins. A barrage of air came from under, from the abyss, an inch from my nose, a sound as if fire and iron were fighting for dominance, an spectral glow that pemated thru my blindfold.

“Treeerttertasreth auhrumanderherer salaah”

A voice? A sound as if fire could talk. It sounded as the size of  A voice talking to me…

“Your name, it wants to know your name, young maiden”

The elder mage seemed to understand that awful sounding… thing.

“Abby from Seris”, my throat was dried and my words unheard by everyone, but that thing

“Do not fear me child, I am not your end, death is but an illusion,” its voice was mine, it was an echo, did that thing stole my voice?, “You will be a great vessel, young and beautiful. A body in its prime. I will give you power and pleasure like none of your lo…”, and she stopped, if that was a she. A chuckle before proceeding, “well, a new kind pleasure for you.”

“An anuth alenaer, be nustuz ilinotare”, the elder mage said, but this time I understood him, ‘We offered you sacrifice abyss, a reward is due’.

“But of course, how could I forget about your reward,” she purred with satisfaction, “Man in red, present you hand to me, you have will be blessed for bringing this pure maiden to us.”

His boots approaching, and then I could feel his presence next me.

“You too dear Abby, raise your hand to heart level, it is time”

A tear dampening the blindfold as I stretch my arm as she instructed and then, the light dimmed, it no longer passed my veil, a dead silence… but not for long.

The judge was screaming, the sound of his body collapsing on the ground, the people that have gathered to watch my execution were running and screaming.

My instinct kick in and I tried to run. But to no avail, my feet were not touching the ground, and had not been for a while it seemed. A soft hand touches mine, delicate, a woman’s hand, “Our time has come, let us be you, let us love you, let us roam with you…”, it was that thing that stole my voice, each word, she got closer until her lips touched mine, the first kiss I was saving up for…

A kiss that was never meant to be.

[anonplusultra-blog]

Week more like a month.... fuuuck I’m slow at writing. 

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Season

How did she did it, how did she defeated my eye sight? I have tracked people through fog and complete natural darkness, yet, all that time sitting in that chair next to me and all I could perceive was the fragrance she sprayed on her body hours ago, a perfume, lilac and something oily and clove. Although, I guess I should have guessed that was not the owl's perfume in the room, I guess I'm too open minded.

I went back to the alleys with the bag of crystals in my secret pocket, going back home, with the crew. The air was as terrible as usual, but, the filth was not what was bothering me, but the idea of a war with the resistance, not like this silent war, but one with blimps and bombs, and death. Are we safe here? Which side am I on?, I mean I love crystals but, what if the Magistrate wins?

But there I was the abandoned house we claimed as a home. It was the first time in a while I realized of bad the state of the place was, how rotten the stair to the second level were, how big the black spots on the walls were, how much useless crap we had gathered and could not sell, well no one would buy it.

"She is here!" 

"She is here!" A loud youthful voice echoed down the stairs as brown haired boy with far too much mud on his overalls, was running from the upper floor. A few seconds after two other kids came down as well, the fair almost a teen Jodie in a light ciel dress that once saw better days and, Ann the youngest of the three, red hair and curls, freckles and eyes a lighter tone than mine.

Then tears began to flow down my cheeks. The three of them hugged me tightly, showering me with sweet words, it felt overwhelming, but, I was crying because all this might be gone with the war. The warmth, the love, our...family.

My head sobered up, it was not important to pick a side, but to survive, protect my family, take them as far away from the battlefield as possible.

"Sister, please don't cry, you are gonna make cry as well. You are back home," Ann soothes me with watery eyes. I look up again, the dirty walls look less terrible now, but, I have to be strong for them.

"Pack up, we are leaving as soon as possible"

"Is there anything wrong sister?" the fair Jodie inquired.

"I-I bought a farm, we don't need to live in this dump anymore. The last job I completed paid handsomely and, I believe that the fresh air and actually owning a place is better than hiding from the citadel officers and the filth"

"If you believe so, then we will follow you, Boss," Jodie was good at reading people, she knew I was hiding something from her, yet, she followed me no matter what.

With our most precious belongings in our pre-owned chests and left town before the sun was down. We stop at the old Miss Linda's Inn to meet with Evie, she was very excited to see me again, and even more to meet the "puppies". But there was a war ahead of us, so I discussed the plot with her in private, told her about the hired assassin and the battle it could chained afterwards.

"So what should we do?" concerned but decided.

"Well we need to protect my crew, if the assassin delivers, the Paladins will strike first as retaliation, and they will attack on the heart of the Magistrate. We need to get them as far away from the District as possible..." I took a pause pretending I didn't planned the next words, "Maybe to your farm, its far enough from the first siege."

"Yes, also I need help with crops… well real crops, not my veggie garden. That won't be enough to feed a fam- a crew." A blush on her pale soft skin, why did we met on such dire situation?

"We will help. As a family… but we have an assassin to catch first," I have to focus on the main issue here before dreaming about a future, "if we hurry we can catch her down the main road to Timber Mill, she must be an hour ahead of us."

"On a horse, please" cocky and sassy as per usual, "it will take us minutes to catch up with… her."

Before she could ask any more questions, I took her staff and got on it the wrong way, it was as good as a distraction as anything really, the less she knows the better. And it worked, she went to the cart driver and gave him instructions to get to the farm and a copious amount of gold for the service.

We soared up into the purple dawn of night, we need to fly low to find her but high enough to keep some stealth at our stalk. After twenty minutes in the night sky, I saw her riding solo on a honey haired horse, her body suit contrasting heavily against the beast fur.

"I found her, take us lower so I can catch up with her"

"But, where, I don't see anyone," she looks at me and gasps surprised, "why are your eyes…? Oh, reflecting light, like a cat."

"Yeah I can see in the dark, it's a tigron thing I guess" I came to terms with it, she have to be right, its the only explanation for my skills and peculiarities.

She smiled content and proceeded to dive through the foggy night down to about seven feet from the ground, enough for me to jump off safely and chase by foot. I land on the cushioning of my forefoot bending my knees to absorb the impact and turned it into energy for my horizontal leap, my hands guiding my weight as I barrel roll forward. As I land back on my feet I begin to run using the momentum. My eyes locked on the honey colored horse as I close the gap between us, the animal slows down, there is no one on its back.

I turn around tracking her perfume- A stinging pain on my chest, my legs collapsing, I-I can't move.

"You are very fast kitty cat, but so loud, no wonder why the owl gave me this task instead of you. I could hear your boots stomping on the soil as you jumped off your horse, and your coat flapping as you ran-"

"N-no horse" It hurts to talk.

"Shush, let my poison do the talking an-" And then a dull sound as she got clubbed in the back of the head. "Oh, you have back up," she turns around, "I will take care of… Evie, what are you doing here?"

"I, we are chasing …you, you can't kill the owl's daughter, not on Paladins turf, its… Never mind just give her the antidote now!"

"Oh, I see, she is your new pet. I get it, a tigron with pink hair and beautiful eyes, can't blame you," the assassin reaches in between her breast, as it were a pocket, and takes out two small vials with green and silver liquids on each, removes the cork of both, "she is paralyzed, I have to help your pet swallow." Evie simply nodded, as if she was granting her permission. The assassin removed the three poisoned darts from my chest fast and painfully, she did so sitting on my hips and remained on the same position, the vials on her hand, "I have to mix these potions, you will drink most of it, but, for it to work you need to keep some underneath your tongue, don't bite me as I feed it to you."

She pours each potion in her mouth and slowly leans in to me, a seductive look in her face, I part my lips and close my eyes. She has soft plum lips, such soft lips, and a skilled tongue. The antidote must be very strong as my own muscle started dancing with hers in my mouth, was this potion supposed to feel this good, or as warm.

The kiss ended, a deviant smile drawn on her lips, "Now I get why you had to hit me as hard Evie, she is a keeper," her eyes intensely focused on mine, "My name is Skye, I don't usually kiss strangers, well that is a lie, I love kissing strangers, but, I still need to know your name kitten."

Twice in two days, two kisses from two gorgeously dangerous women, why was this happening?, was there something on the air?

"I'm M-Maeve..."

Author’s note: Almost there, almost there. H3y there, if you like my fics pls leave a comment or a like or better yet a reblog, those feel really good

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Ice, Daggers and Smoke, Chapter 2: Cold Touch

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“Anyway kitten, I was on my way to the Pub to get some refreshments and food, I haven’t eat since last night patrol rounds. Want to join me, its on me.” She extended her hand inviting the shorter one.

Well I had not ate since last nigh when I checked in the Varders Inn, and my resources are pretty limited after a five day trip from the Magistrate’s District. And besides, when have I said no to free food.

“Well then, I hope you don’t mind going in this,” she made a movement with her left hand casting a long staff made of metal, a power crystal in the middle of the star shaped tip, “just hold me by the waist and you will be fine, I promise” she said gleefully.

I got on the ‘broom’, one leg on each side, Evie looks at me, her eyes showing displease, “Not like that, we ride like ladies.” She then sat on the device sideways, legs together on the same side.

“What’s wrong with my way?, it seems easier to keep my balance this way.”

“It’s just- I am the witch, you just need to trust me.” She sounded nervous and insecure for some reason, was she embarrassed or something? I complied to her request, even if it made no sense to me. “Great now, hug me from the waist,” I did, but it was strange, I mean it felt, different than touching other people, “no, not like that, tighter, get closer to me so you don’t fall off.”

My cheek on her back, she was cold, but not biting cold, it felt nice, and warm, it was confusing. She used a spell and we took off, we were flying, and it was fast, she had so much control over her staff she was making it flip around and pirouettes, it was exciting like chasing a poor soul thru the pitch black night, my heart was pumping hard in my chest. I wonder if she could feel my heartbeat thru her clothes.

It might have taken us longer than walking, but, it was such a blast. Now in the ground we got off the staff, Evie was looking at me, intrigued by something, my jacket perhaps?  In the pub the smell of a beef broth and vegetables was making my stomach growl audibly. The canteen was pretty much was one would expect from a lumber town, wooden bar, wooden stools, wooden tables and chairs, wooden walls and floor, wooden shelf with bottles of rum and other liquors.

Evie goes to the bar and calls the bearded fellow that runs place, she tells him something, I could not hear the conversation as a heated discussion was filling the space at the darts. It seemed that a bet was in place and lost by one of the lumberjacks and he was pissed with the woman that defeated him. I turned towards the conflict, and there I saw a woman, in a peak physical shape, a scarf covering her neck, a bandage on her cheek near her eye… is this the target? I took an impression scroll out of my jacket’s pocket and pointed it to her for two seconds, the magic paper reacting to the light and creating a drawing of the scene.

“Come on Maeve, I got us a table in the private dinning room. I hope you like steak.”

I was so hungry, I just nodded and followed her, leaving my prey behind. Well it’s not like I could just knock her out out in the middle of the room at this time of the day, those men are probably sober-ish enough to recall my face and bright pink hair.

The private dinning room was in the second floor, it was still wooden tables and chairs, but, the quality of the wood was much better, one chair alone must be in the hundred of crystals price range. Vines and flower designs carver on the dark wood, white tablecloths with golden vines adorn it them, a yellow crystal candelabra, it was all suitable for royals. I felt out of place, even if it was only the two of us in there.

Maybe I can get her to help me, all I need is some information about the owl’s apprentice and then I can move on and left this weird feeling in my chest behind me.

“I think I found the one that stole my booty, here is a dra-”

“You said you are from Trade district right?” She inquired in a serious tone

“Oh yeah… I mean no!” How did she?

“A magistrate’s spy. I really thought you were a child for a moment, that tiny stature, that cute voice, but, I guess that’s the tigron blood in you. If it wasn’t for the broom ride on our way here, I might have missed on your obvious developed body.” She sounded pleased with her findings.

She casts a spell with her fingers, my wrists now in ice shackles. She got up and round the table to stand next to my chair. I couldn’t run, even if my legs were not under a spell. Her hand feels cold as she grabs me by the face, her thumb brushing against my lower lip. Bite her!, I thought, but all I could do was looking at her…

Why don’t I hate this, her blue eyes looking thru mine, her fingers on my skin? What is this heat? And do her lips look, tasty?

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In the night

“She should be fine, it just takes time for her blood to filter the venom. You should take her somewhere more comfortable, somewhere we can talk.”

“I guess we have to go to my hide out on the Elven forest, we are half way there and, it will give us privacy.”

“So we would keep going down this same road then, I’m fine with that snowflake”.

They both shared a look, as if another conversation was taking place between the lines. Maybe if the poison was not affecting me, I might had picked up on said subtext.

They lift me up, my legs were weak, but I could stand on my own, I had to try, Skye kept her arm around me to help me keep my balance. Evie prepared her staff to fly, Skye had a raised brow and her usual panache, “We won’t fit on the broom if you sit like ‘that’”, she pointed at the elemental’s behind, “We have to do it...”, she guided my body as a dance instructor would making me lift my leg with her own and her arm, “the fun way.”

So we ended up the three of us mounted on the broom the way I first thought was the right way, one leg on each side. I knew this way was not wrong as Evie made it seem.

The broom commenced its flight. The usual vibration caused by magic flowing through the metallic body of the staff were now...more notorious. I could felt every single grain of magic vibrate also thru me, entering my skin by my… I guess this is why she was not so adamant about me riding the broom like this, this was addictive.

My body tightly pressed between the winter witch and the voluptuous assassin made things better somehow. It was not just feeling their bodies brushing against mine, nor Skye’s breasts softly resting on me, it was maybe that same feeling you get when you hold your breath for a bit too long or wrap yourself on a sheet to become a pastry cone, or, simply being inside a box.

The energy vibrations were not enough to get me to that ecstasy Evie had driven me last night, but it was very pleasant, no wonder the assassin was calling it the fun way. Its interesting how such a small part of one body, smaller than the brain, can have so much power over one self control. Last time we rode on the broom, my eyes were admiring the landscape from above; now, all I wanted to see was Evie’s face enjoying this as much I was, yet all I could grasp of her was her lips and that low breathing calm rhythm. I dared also to look back at Skye, her dark skin, elven features, those lips, her breasts firmly against the back of my neck.

Was this heat normal, was it common for people to desire a stranger as much as I wanted Skye? Is it still love if its for more than one person?

But the pleasure was accumulating on me, building up as we fly thru the night. All I can think of is Skye’s hands on my rib cage, hugging me tight, so close to touching my breast and temping me to force her hands lower to where my aching want was wetting me. I wished to have more room and to be able to maneuver and kiss Evie...or Skye. I waned to be touched by them, by both.

I remembered how casual the two women were a few moments ago and my aroused mind could only imagine them sharing intimate kisses, touching each others beautiful bodies, driven each other to a pleasure beyond words could explain...and then- We touched the ground, my eyes were open again, the broom stopped vibrating, I felt frustrated, I wanted it to happen, I need this now.

Maybe it was the excitement of the chase or the fact that we might have prevented a war, but I felt so energetic, a bit tired because of the poison but, I it was almost off my system now.

I got off the broom, no need for help, observed my surroundings, high mountains on the horizon, the biggest trees I had ever seen their tops blocking the moonlight, a smell of grass and life very distinct and unique, enormous mushrooms growing as tall as men on the trees and rocks; truly an enchanted forest.

“Oh my, Evie, look at your kitty cat, her trousers are a mess” a fake gasp and a mockery to pretend shock from the purple haired woman. My trousers were indeed wet on the crotch and it was all her fault. “I think this calls for a hot bath” again the two taller women shared a look, there had to be something else going on here.

We got in the hide out, a stone walled house, a lot less welcoming that the farms but still enough comfort to live in. Furniture made from old magic trees with intricate designs, a stove, bookshelves containing old books in a language I do not know the name of, a room full of food in form of magic paper.

I kept exploring the place while Evie prepared a bath for me, I took off my clothes and put on a bath robe just to avoid getting a cold, or that is what Skye said it was for, she was wearing one as well, although, it barely covered her body the intended way yet she looked like she was comfortable in it.

Evie called from down the hall, the bath was ready. The water was hot, it made my skin turn pink, I kinda like this feeling, its an unusual feeling, most of the time I bathe on cold water except on winter. The soapy water did the usual cleansing and relaxed my tired body. Until this moment of solitude I realized just how much stress I had gone thru today: the long travel on broom to the Magistrate district, packing up to travel away, chasing the assassin and the poison. My eyes got watery and heavy, I could fallen a sleep right there if I wasn’t afraid of drowning.

I got out of the water, got as dry as I could with the towels Evie had prepared for me, they were warm and puffy. I kept my hair dry, I don’t enjoy sleeping with my hair dam on a pillow.

Out of the bath room I could hear Evie and Skye having a conversation, but I was too tired to join them at the kitchen. Instead I found my way to the master bedroom...well the room with the bed, it was quite humble looking, no window, no door, just a bed big enough for two on a wooden base. Still enough comfort for my weary being at the time.

I was awoken by the sound of boots stomping on the floor followed by a body heavily and ungracefully collapsing next to me. I instinctively jumped off the bed with a shriek, uncalled it seemed when I saw it was Evie. She was wearing her black and blue outfit, except the boots that were tossed some where in the room.

“Not, so, loud please, my head is killing me kitty cat.”

“You are the one who pulled me off slumber by surprise in the middle of the night!” I was moody, and how not be?

“It is past noon you sloth”

“What do you…? It’s dark still...”

“Well there are no windows in this hideout”

“I-I… it’s not my fault I was poisoned by your friend, y-you should be glad I didn’t sleep ‘till death!” And then I realized it, Evie went out all night, with her, where? “Speaking of which, where is Skye?”

“Oh, she is back at the Citadel delivering the woman to her client we-”

“No, what? Why?!”

“Please not so loud, I told you my head is about to explode,” she massaged her skull a bit theatrical, “well, last night we talk about a plan to comprise both sides, I would cover up the breach in security and she would deliver her alive to her client. We wanted to take you with us but you sleep like a rock. Oh kitty you should have seen it, espionage, infiltration, violence, red eyes glowing in the dark…oh if only there was a chronicler to write down those events”.

“Why didn’t you woke me up? I could have helped you it it means it will aid stopping the war”

“Oh but we did, we called your name, we tickled your feet,...” a smile as she pouts, “we even tried to woke you as a fabled princess by a kiss, but you just smiled, eyes closed, still in the land of dreams”.

“Both of you?”

“Yes, of course. Not at the same time, one a time. Maybe tonight when she is back from the citadel we could have some more fun with her, you know, before we head back to the farm, Skye really likes you Maeve.”

I blushed. She said that so nonchalantly, as if it was normal. I only heard of royals from the desert having more than one spouse… Am I the prince or the princess?

“Well we don’t have to, it can be just the two of us kitty. Sorry if I misread your emotions, I just felt as...”

I crawled back on the bed to her.

“Only if this time you are the princesses...”

Author’s note: jebaited no frick fracking.  I made so many versions of this chapter, this was the most vanilla one, but I also felt it worked better. Next up is Prompt seven: Au

“But… what about promt six?”

>→ get out

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Poison 

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The next morning was a blast, I woke up feeling…happy, I can't find any other word to describe how I felt. We had a toast, some slices of thin slices of smoked ham and soft cookies filled with fig for breakfast. Although the most delicious part of all was her smile, anytime our eyes met, I wish I knew a word to describe this.

She prepared a few leather canteens with water and food for the travel, which would be a few hours long, then she casted a spell onto the tablecloth transforming the containers and dishes into paper cut out drawings. She then opens her spell book and places them on a clean page where they got sticked to it as if she had applied glue to them.

"Oh, almost forgot about yours," she handles me a canteen sticker, "this is yours, remember to drink water while we fly on the broom."

I held it close to my face, examining the magic item, confused, "And how do I make it big again?" She kisses the tip of her index finger, eyes closed, a tiny pearl of magic energy like a snowflake appeared which she guided to the paper cut out to 'bring it back to life', the canteen returned to it proper state in my hands.

"Let's go now, so we can get there before the curfew"

The travel back to the Archives on the Magistrate district was a new experience. Seen the trees and roads and houses and farms from above is such a strange powerful feeling, as if I was a giant. Not that because I'm short, anyone would feel this way...probably.

As we traverse though the realms from above, Evie told me stories about the lands she had visited on her journey to become an Ice elemental, and how she managed to tricked a god of ice into the crystal that powers her staff, by simply teasing him about his wide tummy. She seemed nostalgic, or homesick, or maybe just sad about it somehow.

We got to the town by five past meridian, we got there in time even after stopping a few times to eat and stretching our legs, sitting in the same position for so long made my legs a bit numb at times and Evie was kind enough to bring us back to land for me to jump and walk to wake my on the ground, Evie decided it was best for her to not go past the walls surrounding the fortified town, as she was a member of the Paladins, it made sense, so she went to an Inn, the closest to the gates, so I could find her afterwards in case I wanted to go back with her.

As I traversed thru the crowded markets and alleys, that question kept browsing in my head, 'should I stay or should I…? But I can't, I need to focus on the task at hand, surviving the owl's trial.

The arcane building of the Archiveswas once a place for scholars and masters of wizardry, but since the Resistance was form it became just another espionage and data recollection center, and, the owl's base of operations.

I followed the secret pathway to the dark room, drummed the wooden door with the special code given to me, his raspy voice invites me in, the room is as grim and professional as the last time I was here. No family portraits, no music cylinders, nothing but military books and maps, and of course, the owl's renowned Talon rifle displaying behind his desk.

I try to hide my fear by keeping on a mask of confidence, I breath slowly, I keep eye contact with him and take a seat as he offers with a gesture. He studies me, a harden look on his eyes, "So, where is the body?", a monotone raspy voice that gave me the chills.

"Timber mill..."

"And alive. Nothing but a thief as they said in the streets then, I was hopping your abilities and skills would have come in handy in our lines, but, I make mistakes..." even if monotone, there was vile in those words, a grim pause, a tinge of premeditation and perfume? "but I always correct them."

He reaches for talon pistol as I reach for my coat's pocket, the gun at a couple of inches of my nose, I look straight into his killer eyes, "I have proof of her whereabouts in my pocket" I almost sound calm.

"Slowly"

As slow as I could and as tenderly as possible, as if it was a kitten, I take the magic imprint out of my coat and handle it to him. His gun never leaves the threatening position, my lips feel dry but, I can do nothing about to not look suspicious.

"This is her. Why is she not here with you then?"

"The rumor is that the town is under new management, The Paladins." His gun retracted back, his expression almost changed, but it was nothing but a twitch, "I thought that taking anyone off resistance territory might caused a war, a war both side would be unprepared for..."

He puts his gun away and opens up a chest, he grabs to bags and lays them on the desk separated a feet from each other, "Nine hundred blue crystals for the print and four hundred yellow ones for the other intel, are we clear on the terms?"

"Crystal. I was never here, I don't know your name and there are no paladins on the mill."

He takes the print and rolls it using a cord to maintain it that way and places it beside the bag on the right, "Two thousand blue crystals alive, sixteen hundred dead, anyway you need to bring her body here. This a stealth mission..."

"I can't take this job, it's too-"

"Oh, but I will cutie, stealth is my forte, well after my beauty that is" Sitting next to me a woman in a clad one piece suit of a strange material of black and purple color, her hair in a similar fashion, her skin clear caramel, and her breast… way too exposed. And perfume, she has been here all along, invisible, silent.

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