Chapter TwoA Chapter by Aianarie (INACTIVE)Chapter
Two Saturday passed by
swiftly. You know what they say, time
flies when you’re having fun. Isaiah
took my family to the theater in Turleín to watch a play, which we all enjoyed
immensely. Beforehand he took us all
shopping, and bought each of us girls and mother a new dress to wear to the
play. He bought father a fine hat with a
blue phoenix feather. I remember
watching Hope twirl around in her puffy white dress, as my family and I
strolled down Turleín’s upscale streets. It was a
moment that I wished I could freeze, encapsulate, and keep with me
forever. That way, if I ever felt down,
I could open it up and relive it all over again. A silly
thought, really, but it was the best I could think of at the time. Then Isaiah
mentioned dinner. Our parents were very
adamantly against it, saying that they had already used up so much of their
son’s money. But Isaiah just laughed. “There’s no
cheapskates when it comes to paying mercenaries.” he said, smiling. He treated us to dinner. We ran into
Sean at the restaurant. He came up to
the table and shook Father’s hand warmly, and then took a seat in front of
Isaiah. He took a deep sigh and clasped
his hands together. “What’s up?”
asked Isaiah, around a mouthful of vegetable.
“You don’t look so good. Not that
you ever look good.” He grinned, and
Sean rolled his eyes fondly. “I’ve got a
strange feeling about things"“ Isaiah
nearly spat out his food trying not to laugh.
He swallowed and took a drink of his wine. “Ha ha ha ha ha ha!” Humor
drained from Sean’s face. “Dude, I’m
being serious.” Isaiah held
out his index finger and took a deep breath.
“Okay. What?” “Are you
drunk?” “No.” he paused and winked at his friend, “Not
yet.” “Ok…Arica"“ “Whoa, no
discussing girls here. We’ve got little
kids"“ “ISAIAH!”
cried Sean, striking the table with his fist.
Everyone in the restaurant was looking at our table now. Xenia covered her face and shook her
head. Hope and Vivian laughed. Ali looked on. “Sorry.” said Sean, and everybody looked away. He turned on Isaiah with an expression like
murder. “I’m just
messin’ with ya, dude. Okay,
seriously. What’s going on?” said my brother, attentively. Sean gestured to an empty table not too far
off. “We’ll be
right back, family.” said Isaiah to
us. “Mercenary matters.” They got up
and sat at the other table. “You know
Arica is an oracle, right?” said Sean
quietly after the two were seated. I was
sitting at the end of our table, so I could still make out what he was saying. “Arica"oracle"ha
ha, that’s funny.” Isaiah paused and
caught the look on his friend’s face,
“Right. Yeah, what about her?” “She came to
me last night” "I could just imagine Isaiah’s expression there"“completely
disoriented, which is weird for her. She
told me she had a premonition. Normally
her premonitions are simple things like knowing the weather the next day or
knowing who’s gonna win a competition, but this time she had a vision.” There was a
pause. “A
vision? What of?” “She said
that she just passed out while writing.
She saw an Otherkind. A girl.” “Hmm, it’s
been a while since we’ve had a female Otherkind. Anything else?” “Yeah. She said she saw Clemenstra.” ~*~ I went to bed that night feeling very uneasy. The next day was the day of my armoring; I
was anxious about that. The following
day I would be heading off to Epsilia with Father and Isaiah, so I was
incredibly excited about that as well. I shivered
at the way Sean said Clemenstra. I knew about her. The fledgling witch that fought against
Ancantha in the Raven’s War years ago.
The great king Rautor put her faction down. She disappeared and no one saw anything of
her for nearly twenty years. Arica Song
was Sean’s bethroted. I had heard Isaiah
talk about her. She was a human who was
born in Zanäl, Land of the Elves. They
say that when an oracle is born, one star disappears from the night sky. Apparently the elves couldn’t find a certain
star (they keep tract of every star?)
the night Arica was born. She started
having premonitions at the age of ten, which further proved that the elves had
been correct. Most oracles
go down long, lonely paths through life because everyone is afraid of
them. Some oracles tamper with dark arts
and become fortune tellers or mediums. Oracles are
not ordinary people. Their premonitions
are nearly always correct in some form or fashion. If Arica saw Clemenstra in her vision, it is
reasonable to assume that the witch will soon make her return. I prayed
that that was not to happen, but what would become of Ancantha if that indeed
was the case? Of my family and
friends? Surely Isaiah and Sean"maybe
even my father, he was young enough still"would be recruited for the Ancanthian
army if the fledglings declared war….. I shook my
head and turned over unto my back.
Suddenly my nightgown and bedsheets felt all scratchy and
uncomfortable. I shut my eyes and tried
to concentrate on nothing like I had in my training, but I couldn’t. You have to stop doing that. I scolded myself. You
have that ridiculous habit of over-thinking things. Just let it all go and…whatever God
wills. Whatever God wills, I will
accept. I opened my eyes and stared
at my painted ceiling. Sleep, Lissy. It’s long past your bedtime. My brother’s voice startled my
thoughts. I glanced at him as he came in
and closed the door silently behind him.
He walked over and sat beside me, leaning against the headboard of my
bed. It’s
past mid-night. What troubles you so
that you cannot sleep? A great many things. Was all I could manage. I sat up and hugged my knees. He fiddled
with the lacings on his tunic. Ah yes.
You’re just too excited to sleep.
You’ve got a big day tomorrow, and then a trip to Epsilia. Thank you, by the way, for convincing
father to take me with the both of you.
I hate to be so selfish, but I have dreamed of returning to the city for
a very long time… He smiled, staring at
his hands. You’re welcome. I figured you’d
like to get away for a week. A week? I glanced back at him. We’ll
be there for a week? Yes.
The Prince wants to hold a few councils while the mercenaries are in
town, and the councils are spread out to accommodate as many of Epsilia’s
nobles as possible. A week in the city… I was clearly in awe. Lissy.
He said, in an entirely different tone. I know
you heard what Sean said. I looked my brother
straight in the eyes, as he did me. Not all of it. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been
eavesdropping. No matter. But what did you hear? I hesitated. I heard
Clemenstra, and then I decided not to listen anymore. Well you heard most of it, then. A shadow passed over his face
before he continued. I’ve met Arica. She’s a sweet, honest, extremely intelligent
girl. She wouldn’t share this information
with anyone unless she was absolutely sure of what she saw… What does this mean, Isaiah? Is Clemenstra" Something in my brother’s gaze
made me not finish my sentence. I don’t know what to think of it. But I don’t like how Arica first saw an
Otherkind in the vision. I sort of knew the
answer, but I asked anyway. Why? Isaiah broke our gaze
and returned his eyes to his hands. Because it implies that there is a
connection between the new Otherkind and the witch. A very
uncomfortable moment of silence passed. Lissy.
Sean told me not to tell anybody else about this if I can help it. You must do the same. Oracles are not the most popular people in
the world. If the wrong people hear of
this vision, they might brand Arica a witch. All this rubbish of dark arts… I said, frustrated. Poor
Arica… Isaiah put his arm
around me and I leaned my head against his shoulder, relishing in what could
have been the one last place of comfort I had in the world. ~*~ I woke early the next morning after rather restful sleep,
considering. Upon opening my curtains I
found the day to be bright and very cool, a perfect day for my armoring
ceremony. Sunday Mass
passed by like a blur. I knew I should
have been paying more attention, but it was so hard not to think about my
armoring. I was quiet
and contemplative during brunch. Once or
twice Isaiah caught my solemn gaze and smiled to reassure me. It helped to some extent, but I was still
nervous. I sat in my
room an hour before the ceremony, staring at my handmade armor that was laid
out on my bed. It was truly a
masterpiece of Araelian craftsmanship, and I was very proud of my work. I couldn’t wait to wear it. A knock at
the door. “Who is it?” “It’s
mother, dear.” I went to
the door and opened it. “Yes?” “I have
something for you.” She held out
something large wrapped in fabric. “Go
on. Open it.” I took a
deep breath, remembering the enormous diamond Isaiah had given me. I unwrapped the gift and the heavy fabric
revealed gauntlets and greaves, crafted to match my armor. I gasped involuntarily. I opened my lips to speak, but no sound came
out. Mother laughed softly. “I want to
make sure you are protected.” she said,
her voice breaking slightly. I embraced her tightly, unable
to express my gratitude any other way. Before I knew it, the ceremony was over. Mine was nearly identical to Isaiah’s; family
and close friends met in the chapel, and the priest gave a brief sermon and a
special blessing for the promoted Araelian.
All of my nervousness and worry seemed to vanish as I walked down the
aisle in my armor and riding dress. I
felt proud, noble, and…grown up. I was a
child no longer. Now I had a duty to
find my place in the grand scheme of the salvation of souls. There was a
lively gala following the ceremony.
Almost everyone from our hometown was in attendance, as well as some
family and friends from Turleín and as far south as Marrowÿn in Ancantha. I must have embraced or shook hands with
several hundred people. While I was
talking to a few of my many cousins, I noticed a beautiful girl standing with
Isaiah. She was not much shorter than
him; long and thin; with long, purple-black hair in a casual up-do. From where I was, I couldn’t see what color
her eyes were because of the glare on her narrow glasses. She was dressed in a dark cardigan,
elbow-length gloves, and a black dress that went all the way to the ground. Before my
mind could wander any further, Sean walked up to the girl and Isaiah, handing
each of them a glass of punch. The girl
looked back as if she sensed someone watching her, and her eyes locked on
mine. Her eyes were dark. I couldn’t tell if they were dark blue or
purple, brown, or just black. She began to
walk in my direction, but stopped abruptly.
Her hand shook, and she dropped her glass. Sean went immediately to her side, Isaiah
following close behind. It took her a
moment before she registered that he was there and she looked him in the
face. Was the girl Arica Song? I walked
over. “Are you all right?” She looked
at me distantly. “Yes, I am all right. Just clumsy!
So you, you’re Felicity.” She
paused to take a breath, “I am Arica Song.
It is a pleasure to finally meet you.”
She held out her hand, which I shook.
That would explain the gloves.
When an oracle touches the hand of another person, they can basically
read the person’s emotions, thoughts…even past, present, and future, however
vague the perceptions may be. I hear
that receiving these perceptions it not usually a…pleasant…experience. “Yes, I am
Felicity. Nice to meet you.” Sean looked
solemn. “Arica"“ “No.”
she said, saying so much with a single word. She looked at me and smiled warmly. “Well, I’m sure I will see you around. Congratulations, Felicity. Please excuse me.” And she went off towards the chapel. I glanced at Sean, who was watching Arica
walk away with an expression of varying emotions. “What’s
wrong?” I asked. “She most
likely just had another premonition.”
said Isaiah. “That one seemed
pretty sudden, though, which is odd.
Normally they’re pretty mild.” A thought
came to my mind that Arica’s premonition had something"negative"to do with me,
and suddenly my heart and stomach began to feel very heavy and my head
contrastingly light. ~*~ I sat at the dinner table that night with Isaiah, Sean and
my father to discuss our trip the following day. “We will
travel by foot to Turleín, where we will rent horses and from there on to
Epsilia. It’s an easy ride down Western
path. The Eastern path is pretty rainy
this time of the year.” said Isaiah,
plotting our route on one of Father’s maps.
“We’ll be there in two days, tops.
Maybe one, if there are no complications.” I wanted to
ask what he meant by ‘complications’, but I resisted and just nodded
instead. I glanced at Sean. He hadn’t said a word. Are you all right? I asked him. After a
moment, he looked up at me with a half-smile.
Yes, don’t worry about me. My burdens need not be anyone else’s. And he closed his mind to me. I couldn’t help the feeling of utter failure
that crept into my stomach. “Where are
we lodging in the city?” asked Father. “A friend of
mine has a mansion there. He said I
could lodge there anytime, so I’m taking him up on that offer. But who knows, the Prince might give us rooms
in the castle. He sometimes does that
for special guests.” “Well that
counts you out.” said Sean,
smirking. Isaiah made a sarcastic, ‘whatever’
sort of face at him. For the
first time, I wondered what the Prince looked like. He had just been crowned a few weeks ago, and
I hadn’t seen any pictures of him. I
wondered how old he was. Would I get to
meet him, or even see him? Was he
handsome? I shook my
head. Why did I even bother? “"Sean and I
found out something that I think the both of you need to know.” said Isaiah, breaking me from my silly
thoughts. “There have been reports from
the Friends that there was a fledgling attack in Marrowÿn. It was minor, so they kept it
undercover. One civilian was injured.” I had never
seen Father so pale. “This isn’t
good….” Was all he could say. Isaiah
laughed humorlessly. “No, it’s isn’t
good at all. Moreover, there was a similar
attack in Allas Nura, an elven island off the southern coast of Ancantha.” He paused.
“If these attacks keep increasing…it’s a very bad sign. That something far worse is on the
brink. Fledglings are no joking matter"“ I
shivered. I didn’t like the thought of
fledglings and dark arts and all that obscure stuff. “For now, I
suppose, there is nothing to worry about.
Who knows how many fledglings were able to escape after the war…but it
all could be a fluke. We just need to
keep our guards up, whatever the case.” We all
nodded in agreement. © 2012 Aianarie (INACTIVE)
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