I was born from the blackness into a pair of violet eyes.
"Anna drink this." I wasn't sure if the eyes were talking to me, but seeing as a cup was pressed into my hands I could only assume I was Anna. The eyes named me.
I drank, and opened my mouth to reply. Nothing came out.
"Anna I should have explained," The eyes continued, "that was a drink to take away your words. Undoubtedly you would not have been able to remember your magic spells, but I don't like taking chances. I need you to walk through that door please."
Panic rose in me, I couldn't be sent away from the eyes. If I could have spoken, I would have begged to stay with him forever. I tore my eyes away from his and realized that he wasn't there. There were only eyes. I didn't care, yet I knew something was wrong- eyes couldn't talk. Desperately I searched for a body, an outline, a shadow. There was nothing, just a pair of eyes hovering in the air.
I screamed. Maybe I couldn't talk, but I could still make sounds. Hands that I couldn't see gripped me, my face was lifted and I was soothed by the eyes. "Our separation will be short I promise. I'll see you on the other side of the door, and then we can be together for a long time."
Roughly he tore me away and thrust me through the door, I was crying pitifully while women bathed me and dressed me. They placed me in front of a mirror and I was temporarily transfixed by my image. My blond hair was curled and tied back simply. My slate blue eyes were full of tears- somehow though the tears that adorned my face had turned to diamonds. I was wearing a white dress that was simply elegant.
Women of all different shapes, colors, and sizes were now adding finishing touches to my ensemble. One woman was painting my arm with black letters. I hoped that it didn't drip, I wouldn't want for the purple eyed man to see me looking ugly.
I opened my mouth to caution them, but again nothing came out.
The woman who was painting looked up. "I won't spill darling. And don't worry about the tests; you're passing all of them." She returned to her work. Some letters were turning gold under her brush, others remained black. I decided the effect was pretty, but I wanted to hurry up.
Suddenly the woman said something that caused the other women in the chamber to stand rapidly. A small creature darted through the door at the far end of the room. I looked at the painter questioningly.
Gravely she stared back at me. "She's gone to get Marak. You've failed a test."
As a rule I don't comment on my stories. But I'm curious if anyone has an input on whether Anna is an elf or a human. This takes place a few generations after the harrowing. I'm still undecided what she should be.
