Emma's Viewpoints - "More Than An Ally, Less Than A Friend"
Do you realize that this is my 10th Viewpoint? I had no idea that they went by so fast. Here's Emma.
Getting found out by Laylia was embarrasing. It was a pity that when she shifted, something had to be different than the original. Once Laylia left, Emma searched her rooms.
Suddenly Emma had an idea, and took out her dowsing chain. It was priceless. She had gotten it only last year, with her unicorn glory in the Divine Realms. The smith-god gave it to her in return for a song. The dowser was made out of pure gold, so soft that the whisper of a touch would have bent it if it wasn't spelled against breaking, with four black opals at each corner, and a diamond in the center. The opals aligned themselves to North, East, South, and West. Emma watched as it trembled on its chain, waiting for a purpose.
The diamond was from Shakith's mine, and she sought its powers now to see what Laylia was up to. The dowsing chain beagan to move toward's Laylia's bed. Emma followed it, and concentrated, not noticing Lord Wyldon, the King, Numair, and other scholars and mages gathering to watch her divine.
Her vision came in a flash. She cried out aloud as the power filled her.
Laylia, setting books on a bed. A man came behind her, grabbing her shoulders. Emma heard nothing, but saw Laylia's lips give a frightened cry. The man shouted something, his lips moving, and Laylia dissapeared into a cloud of blackness. She watched as the man beat her, hands curled into fists with elegant shirtsleeves rolled back. Emma cried out, not wanting to see any more.
The magic rushed out of her, blazing white hot. She screamed, burning from intense power. It took all the will she had left to keep it contained in the dowser, and not destroying the entire city. She stood limply, like a rag doll that has been propped up, then fainted.
She awoke, feeling limp, seeing the silver of the dowsing chain inches away on the cold flagstone floor. She saw feet and knees as the king propped her up against the wall.
Trembling, she accepted a cup of herbal tea. Drinking it, she felt better already. The king held out a hand. "May I see the dowsing chain?"
Emma nodded and handed it over. Jonathan examined it thoughtfully. "Where did you get this? I should know of any craftsman able to do so fine and powerful work."
Emma braced herself for stares. "It was made by Lusha, the smith-god. The diamond is from Shakith's mines, and links of silver connect the opals to a chip of unicorn horn, and then to the diamond. It is spelled so that theives who try to take it from me die, and even then it would take a very powerful mage to steal it. It was a gift."
"And so it must be." the king murmured, looking at it closely. "What did you see?"
The vision returned to Emma in a flash. "She's innocent." Emma lurched to her feet and went off to the dining-hall.
The chatter of the pages and squires eating under the supervision of Ezekeo died abruptly as Emma strode in, her eyes glinting emerald under black hair. She crossed to Laylia.
Amice and her circle of friends gazed at Emma fearfully. Emma knelt and gently pulled Laylia's sleeve up her arm. It was riddled with bruises and lacerations. Emma looked at laylia kindly and pityingly. "Don't tell me that you got these in practice. Who did it?"
Laylia grabbed Emma's arm and dragged her out.
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Emma leaned back and whistled through her teeth. "Well then. Emelia was right about the dark magic."
"She told you?"
Emma gave a short laugh. "In matters like this, everyone tells me everything."
"So now what?"
Emma considered. "What do you know about him?"
Laylia was able to provide a rough description of him, and that she was sure she had seen him somewhere in the palace. Emma nodded, put her notebook away, and stood up. "I'll inform the king, and see what I can do. You have my help, and alliance."
Laylia shook her hand. "Friends?"
"I wouldn't push it that far. Somewhere in between."
Do you realize that this is my 10th Viewpoint? I had no idea that they went by so fast. Here's Emma.
Getting found out by Laylia was embarrasing. It was a pity that when she shifted, something had to be different than the original. Once Laylia left, Emma searched her rooms.
Suddenly Emma had an idea, and took out her dowsing chain. It was priceless. She had gotten it only last year, with her unicorn glory in the Divine Realms. The smith-god gave it to her in return for a song. The dowser was made out of pure gold, so soft that the whisper of a touch would have bent it if it wasn't spelled against breaking, with four black opals at each corner, and a diamond in the center. The opals aligned themselves to North, East, South, and West. Emma watched as it trembled on its chain, waiting for a purpose.
The diamond was from Shakith's mine, and she sought its powers now to see what Laylia was up to. The dowsing chain beagan to move toward's Laylia's bed. Emma followed it, and concentrated, not noticing Lord Wyldon, the King, Numair, and other scholars and mages gathering to watch her divine.
Her vision came in a flash. She cried out aloud as the power filled her.
Laylia, setting books on a bed. A man came behind her, grabbing her shoulders. Emma heard nothing, but saw Laylia's lips give a frightened cry. The man shouted something, his lips moving, and Laylia dissapeared into a cloud of blackness. She watched as the man beat her, hands curled into fists with elegant shirtsleeves rolled back. Emma cried out, not wanting to see any more.
The magic rushed out of her, blazing white hot. She screamed, burning from intense power. It took all the will she had left to keep it contained in the dowser, and not destroying the entire city. She stood limply, like a rag doll that has been propped up, then fainted.
She awoke, feeling limp, seeing the silver of the dowsing chain inches away on the cold flagstone floor. She saw feet and knees as the king propped her up against the wall.
Trembling, she accepted a cup of herbal tea. Drinking it, she felt better already. The king held out a hand. "May I see the dowsing chain?"
Emma nodded and handed it over. Jonathan examined it thoughtfully. "Where did you get this? I should know of any craftsman able to do so fine and powerful work."
Emma braced herself for stares. "It was made by Lusha, the smith-god. The diamond is from Shakith's mines, and links of silver connect the opals to a chip of unicorn horn, and then to the diamond. It is spelled so that theives who try to take it from me die, and even then it would take a very powerful mage to steal it. It was a gift."
"And so it must be." the king murmured, looking at it closely. "What did you see?"
The vision returned to Emma in a flash. "She's innocent." Emma lurched to her feet and went off to the dining-hall.
The chatter of the pages and squires eating under the supervision of Ezekeo died abruptly as Emma strode in, her eyes glinting emerald under black hair. She crossed to Laylia.
Amice and her circle of friends gazed at Emma fearfully. Emma knelt and gently pulled Laylia's sleeve up her arm. It was riddled with bruises and lacerations. Emma looked at laylia kindly and pityingly. "Don't tell me that you got these in practice. Who did it?"
Laylia grabbed Emma's arm and dragged her out.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Emma leaned back and whistled through her teeth. "Well then. Emelia was right about the dark magic."
"She told you?"
Emma gave a short laugh. "In matters like this, everyone tells me everything."
"So now what?"
Emma considered. "What do you know about him?"
Laylia was able to provide a rough description of him, and that she was sure she had seen him somewhere in the palace. Emma nodded, put her notebook away, and stood up. "I'll inform the king, and see what I can do. You have my help, and alliance."
Laylia shook her hand. "Friends?"
"I wouldn't push it that far. Somewhere in between."