Personal Property
A who-knows-how-many part story by RBW
Prologue
A woman in a simple black dress rested on a rock at the edge of a clear blue lake. She wasn't very old but she looked old. Her hair was soft and grey, not from age, but because she was born that way. She was thinking very hard.
Her family sat only a few feet away. It had been a long time since they'd been together. Everyone had been so busy.
Venerra liked this place. There was so much magic in the air. She was a sorceress, you see, and she was training her daughter to be one too. So far Laurel wasn't very good and she had to rely on her Sian to do magic. But that was no matter.
Her husband was also magic, but he wasn't a sorcerer. He was a mage, and mages only know a few very powerful spells. Quarr, which was the mage's name, could only turn people into stone. But that was very useful.
Venerra remembered the reason she was going on this stupid quest in the first place. I told you that Venerra wasn't old. She was about fifty, which might be old to you but wasn't that old to the sorceress' family. But to Venerra that was too old.
That was why she was on this quest.
Venerra sensed a teleporting spell but she didn't try to see who it was.
"Hello. What are you doing here?"
Venerra turned around and saw a tall woman in a form-hugging violet dress. Her hair was short and purple, and on her head was a thick gold circlet with a jade stone in the front. Her eyes were an emerald green.
Venerra was surprised but also pleasantly pleased. This was Freya, honored as goddess of the world by her family.
"I'm going to reclaim my own," She said.
Freya nodded. "So am I." She turned her beautifully pale face toward the stars. "Maybe we could travel together. You might want some assistance." Her voice had a hint of prophecy to it.
Venerra smiled. "I would like that.
