CH 11 – Into The Looking Glass
Savin's curiosity towards the looking glass had bloomed, enough for her to know that it shouldn't be touched. Just the thought of it irritated her enough to question it's existence.
She stepped closer towards the precious glass, her reflection becoming clearer and her determination becoming greater with every step.
Marcellus was once again, skimming through his notes on the tincture of eternal life in the 'I, Marcellus'. He was becoming utterly amused with the fact of completing such a potion, with none other than a witch for help. He admired Savin's capabilities, that was true. Her knowledge of the unspoken arts seemed to be (in this situation) a great deal of help.
'I really should thank her somehow..' He got up from his desk, thinking of his admiration for the girl.
"She's a forest witch Marcellus.. Get it through your daft head." Shaking himself free of his confusing thoughts, he trudged out of the room, utterly bemused. She would soon want him to take her through the palace and out of the castle.
'Maybe I should consider offering her an apprenticeship?' He let the idea settle in, 'after all, it wouldn't be so bad having her around..' Marcellus found himself making excuses for some time while wandering through the labyrinth and to the main chamber.
'I could teach her the ways of Alchemy while she teaches myself about her Coven.' He lost his feet, stopped to regain himself and turned right.
'She did seem interested in Physic quite a lot..' He mused, 'perhaps, she might stay.'
Finally he had reached the chamber, only to find Savin in a strange way.
"Miss Juniper?" He called, "is something the matter?" She looked as if she might fall over, Marcellus walked over to a desk to place his book down. He glanced over to Savin once more, hoping that indeed nothing was the matter.
He caught the blue sparkle in her eye, focused on the looking glass, "No, wait!" He ran forward to catch Savin's outstretched hand, her slim fingers hovering closer to the glass. It pooled like liquid around her emerged hand, Marcellus quickly grabbed around her waist and pulled, holding onto the fabric of her dress as he did so (as if not to fall backwards.)
'She has no idea what she's doing..'
"Miss Juniper, pray wake up!" The Alchemist yelled as Savin's arm was further submerged into the glass. Marcellus grabbed onto her green robes with all his strength, he was her only lifeline.
"No, no no no!" The only visible part of his future apprentice, were (in Marcellus' eyes) the horrible black boots she insisted on wearing.
"Savin!"
And soon, they too were gone.
Marcellus dropped to the floor in anguish, "pray no.." Immediately his earlier thoughts and admirations rushed to mind, "that stupid, stupid witch.."
Savin was gone, with no possible knowledge to come back.