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Isadora
I entered the house and sighed deeply. Homework was a breeze as usual, so I had time to take an early shower. The soothing water relaxed all my muscles and I took in a deep breath. The moisture in the air mixed with the smell of peaches and crème filled my senses. It was almost enough to push the Blond Beauty out of my mind. Almost.
I came out drying my hair just as the front door opened. Mom was home.
"Hey Iz, I bought dinner. And I found a club you can fence at, but we'll have to save up a bit before we can pay the membership fee. So how was your first day? "
"It was… unique." I replied, unsure of how to assess the events of today. I grabbed a burger from the bag and thirstily gulped down the vanilla coke.
"Do you want to stay up and watch CSI with me?"
"Not tonight. I'm gonna go hit the hay." Mom caught the edge in my voice.
"Iz, did something happen at school today?"
"Nothing." I called out behind me while I disappeared in to my room. I laid down on the bed and took in a single deep breath.
Just Elric.
Elric
I opened the car door and stepped out on to the gravel to the front door. My personal attendant held open one of the large double doors to the mansion.
"Master Elric, would you like anything?"
"No, thank you. And I'd prefer to be alone tonight."
"Yes, sir." He bowed.
"Richard."
"Yes, sir?"
"How many times have I told you: don't bow or call me 'Master' or 'sir'."
"Sorry, sir." He realized what he had let slip and his face grew red.
I laughed, ascending the stairs to my room with my mood slightly lifted. Whether I was doing homework or I sitting at the grand piano, Isadora lingered in my mind. I got nowhere with my composition. Giving up, I lay down on my bed and drifted to sleep.
Ms. Isadora Zariel, you've officially caught my attention.
Isadora
Am I awake? Nope. Slapping myself doesn't hurt. This is a dream, isn't it?
The hallways echoed with both a calming and eerie silence. Footsteps came and went like a fleeting sigh of the wind. Three figures ran down the hallway, a woman in white robes and two assistants.
The air turned crisp.
Frosty.
Freezing.
Glacial.
The woman collapsed.
"Priestess Anyah!"
"I know. He's done something to the Judgmental Mirror." The clear blue eyes of the graceful beauty had turned black. The Priestess smiled up at her assistant kindly. "I can't see. I'm afraid you're going to have to carry me. My body just won't move." Her assistants scooped up her limp body and carried her down the hall to the inner chamber.
"Put her down. Now." A chill ran through the room.
"How did you get in here?!" Sorell gently laid the Priestess on the ground. Evelyn stepped to his side and readied her staff for a light spell.
"How? It's in my blood. Or do you forget what you learned so quickly. I am the same as her. A product of the union between the purest Emotional and Judgmental."
Before the female assistant could cast her spell, a wave of dark magic flowed from his palm and struck her. She silently collapsed in to a heap on the floor. The male attempted to cast a wind spell, but the frigid air turned on him. The ornate mirror in the room shattered in an echo that shook the temple. The blacked robed man picked the Priestess up by the neck and slammed her limp body in a chokehold against the wall.
"Unlike you, my dearie, I'm not attached to the Judgmentals or Emotionals. I shall fix what you have let go wrong!"
"This betrayal will end badly for you…" The Priestess mustered up all the power she had to cast one last spell. A chilling melody of a minor key emanated from her lips. Ice spears formed from the snow to attack the man.
"I'm not the real danger here! You of all people should know that!" He called as he dissipated out of the room.
Elric
This is the first time I've dreamt of magic… Huh. There's more.
"Elric, Isadora, find me. Carve this pattern in to a mirror. Stay together." It was the Priestess from before. A symbol of a conjoined moon and sun glowed at my feet. It looked as though the moon was inside of its solar twin. Then it all faded in to reality.
I sat in my desk, thinking as always. Except this time, it wasn't of how to get rid of my fan girls. No, this time, it was of that dream. I'd been getting that dream every night for a week, always exactly the same. I'd become victim to the reoccurring dream.
She walked in the classroom and promptly marched to me, pushing back the sea of girls who mobbed around my desk. Then, she grabbed my wrist and yanked me out of my seat and out the door.
She has a strong grip for a girl.
Halfway down the hall, she decided to release my arm and speak. I rubbed my left wrist. Red marks were forming, courtesy to her hand of steel.
"Did you have a weird reoccurring dream this week?"
"About these three weird people, a guy and two girls I think, and magic and they were in this place and then they talked about a mirror and then this guy in black robes took that blind girl and tried to kill her and then she..." She dragged me to the outside of the girl's restroom.
"Wait." I stopped her mid sentence. "You had that dream too?"
"Phew…" She exhaled. A wave of relief washed over her features. She smiled up at me and stepped closer. This was going to be an extremely private conversation.
"Hey you two love birds!" Someone called from the hallway, "Get a room!" I rolled my eyes and ignored the comment. Isadora, on the other hand, yanked me in to the girl's restroom. There was an audible chorus of shouting from males in the hallways.
"Ok. So we had the same dream." She clarified, also ignoring the shouting.
"Apparently." A girl rushing to class shot us strange looks. Who wouldn't when the most popular boy in school was in the girl's restroom? Especially when he made it a point not to associate with the opposite gender.
"I'm gonna etch that design on to a mirror, just like she instructed."
"Vandalism?" Even though I sounded calm, I was shocked.
"Shut up." She shot back. Then she pulled a pocketknife out of her jeans pocket and scratched the image from last night's dream on to the mirror flawlessly. Suddenly, the symbol on the mirror glowed cobalt and sunk in to the mirror's center. Isadora placed her fingertips on the mirror. Ripples sprouting from her fingertips converged with each other. I grabbed her arm in alarm and tripped, so we both fell forward in to the mirror.
 minikimii · Fri Apr 25, 2008 @ 03:39am · 0 Comments |
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