Memories flashed through Vyci's mind. Tjarah who found herself put together by her friends. Emiri who saw that her companion was near death gather the strength to clamor across a field of stones to find her. Yaeh who desperately had needed someone to talk to found herself presented with four friends. Zysny, the one whom had always kept to herself, found that she was the top Herald mage of the times. Vyci, herself, found herself with a silver blade engraved with the words Do as fate has meant for you on it.
She was just coming out of her trance, when she found a pair of birds clinging to her clothing. Stiff from the impact of falling, she got up from the palace floor.
"What the commotion now?" she asked, a little dazed. She looked around for anyone to answer, and then realized that she had to birds who had talon-locked themselves onto her sleeves.
"Alright, alright, let go already," she cried her quick temper rising.
The two birds looked slightly strange…one golden and the other black. It seemed that they were not normal by the way they were looking at her. If she could only regain her balanced state of mind…
:Koron?: she asked, slightly out of whack with gravity, as she toppled over.
:It is I. Farshan- where is he? We need him now. You are not well.: Koron responded in a strange dignified way.
"KORON- YOU MORON!! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING OUTSIDE IN A HURRICANE STORM WHILE THE PALACE'S FOUNTAIN BLEW UP!?!" Vyci yelled.
:Vyci.: The voice was clear, and determined. Vyci knew it from somewhere. But where?
:It's Zysny. Eat this.: She held out a small whitish black root in her talons.
Vyci couldn't even remember where she had heard that name before, since it had sounded very familiar… She ate the root anyway, since the little voice in her mind had told her to.
:Better?: Zy asked.
Vyci, who was now very settled and balanced with herself, replied with a simple, "Yes."
"Good," Zy told her, as she was changing into her human form. "I'll need a black dress, if you've got one, and a forged document stating that I am a court lady from some town- you can just make one up, they'll never know."
Vyci obeyed the orders without a sound, knowing that her mistress was to be cared for in the utmost manner. Vyci was a noblewoman at birth, and should actually, rightfully be an incredibly rich duchess. She turned down the job, to her family's great dismay, to simply serve the queen as a spy. She was never very good with magic, and could perhaps start a fire with what little gift she had, but it was never enough to make her a herald.
Vyci returned from a closet bringing a black velvet dress, short black gloves, and black shoes. She also held a silver chain with a talisman on it.
"Very good Vyci," noted Zy. "I hoped you'd remember to bring that. Now. The paper, if you would please…"
Vyci felt herself going to the chest and taking out the paper almost effortlessly. She had absolutely no control over herself, and she hoped that what she was doing was definitely for the best. Her mind was in a muddle of silver which she assumed to be magic.
Suddenly, something in the back of her brain told her that she needed to fight.
"No! I WON'T DO IT!" She cried out, as her hand fought to give the paper to Zy.
:Come on, I really need it. Give it to me!: A voice responded. However, this voice was unlike Zy's, more foreign and strange.
"You're not her," Vyci's strong voice told the other.
:Koron, kill her.:
A black hawk screamed and dove for Vyci. Vyci ducked right in time, and rolled onto the floor. She grabbed for her sword, which she had dubbed Fate. It wasn't there. The hawk was going to dive again. She was going to die any second if she didn't do something fast.
She turned onto her back and lurched forward towards a desk in the small room. The hawks talons seared into her skin, leaving large deep wounds. Vyci fought the pain and reached one of the desk drawers. In it was a bow and two arrows. Two chances at the bird…
Her first aim was off. She narrowly missed the bird, which was swooping wildly to get at her. She suddenly realized that she only had one more arrow.
She took aim, and it hit true. However, she'd killed two birds with one stone. She'd hit the lady who she'd thought to be Zy. The woman fell to the ground with a loud crack of lightning, and the bird vanished in a puff of smoke. She quickly mind-called to Farshan, the bird caretaker of the palace. She hoped that he'd know what to do. Farshan was one of the few people who understood her.
:Farshan!: Vyci mind yelled.
:Here, what is it Vyci?: replied the steady voice.
:Farshan- I…I…just get up here! I'm in the last room on the second floor! Just…get here okay?:
:Something's wrong isn't it. I'll come. Just let me try to call Koron one last time. That bird, you'd think he was bonded to me…but tonight I can't reach him.:
:Alright. Hurry.: Vyci spoke, suddenly tired. She felt as though she really needed something, but she couldn't tell what.
"Ah that's right. Fate must be calling," Vyci told herself, referring to her sword.
*
She was just coming out of her trance, when she found a pair of birds clinging to her clothing. Stiff from the impact of falling, she got up from the palace floor.
"What the commotion now?" she asked, a little dazed. She looked around for anyone to answer, and then realized that she had to birds who had talon-locked themselves onto her sleeves.
"Alright, alright, let go already," she cried her quick temper rising.
The two birds looked slightly strange…one golden and the other black. It seemed that they were not normal by the way they were looking at her. If she could only regain her balanced state of mind…
:Koron?: she asked, slightly out of whack with gravity, as she toppled over.
:It is I. Farshan- where is he? We need him now. You are not well.: Koron responded in a strange dignified way.
"KORON- YOU MORON!! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING OUTSIDE IN A HURRICANE STORM WHILE THE PALACE'S FOUNTAIN BLEW UP!?!" Vyci yelled.
:Vyci.: The voice was clear, and determined. Vyci knew it from somewhere. But where?
:It's Zysny. Eat this.: She held out a small whitish black root in her talons.
Vyci couldn't even remember where she had heard that name before, since it had sounded very familiar… She ate the root anyway, since the little voice in her mind had told her to.
:Better?: Zy asked.
Vyci, who was now very settled and balanced with herself, replied with a simple, "Yes."
"Good," Zy told her, as she was changing into her human form. "I'll need a black dress, if you've got one, and a forged document stating that I am a court lady from some town- you can just make one up, they'll never know."
Vyci obeyed the orders without a sound, knowing that her mistress was to be cared for in the utmost manner. Vyci was a noblewoman at birth, and should actually, rightfully be an incredibly rich duchess. She turned down the job, to her family's great dismay, to simply serve the queen as a spy. She was never very good with magic, and could perhaps start a fire with what little gift she had, but it was never enough to make her a herald.
Vyci returned from a closet bringing a black velvet dress, short black gloves, and black shoes. She also held a silver chain with a talisman on it.
"Very good Vyci," noted Zy. "I hoped you'd remember to bring that. Now. The paper, if you would please…"
Vyci felt herself going to the chest and taking out the paper almost effortlessly. She had absolutely no control over herself, and she hoped that what she was doing was definitely for the best. Her mind was in a muddle of silver which she assumed to be magic.
Suddenly, something in the back of her brain told her that she needed to fight.
"No! I WON'T DO IT!" She cried out, as her hand fought to give the paper to Zy.
:Come on, I really need it. Give it to me!: A voice responded. However, this voice was unlike Zy's, more foreign and strange.
"You're not her," Vyci's strong voice told the other.
:Koron, kill her.:
A black hawk screamed and dove for Vyci. Vyci ducked right in time, and rolled onto the floor. She grabbed for her sword, which she had dubbed Fate. It wasn't there. The hawk was going to dive again. She was going to die any second if she didn't do something fast.
She turned onto her back and lurched forward towards a desk in the small room. The hawks talons seared into her skin, leaving large deep wounds. Vyci fought the pain and reached one of the desk drawers. In it was a bow and two arrows. Two chances at the bird…
Her first aim was off. She narrowly missed the bird, which was swooping wildly to get at her. She suddenly realized that she only had one more arrow.
She took aim, and it hit true. However, she'd killed two birds with one stone. She'd hit the lady who she'd thought to be Zy. The woman fell to the ground with a loud crack of lightning, and the bird vanished in a puff of smoke. She quickly mind-called to Farshan, the bird caretaker of the palace. She hoped that he'd know what to do. Farshan was one of the few people who understood her.
:Farshan!: Vyci mind yelled.
:Here, what is it Vyci?: replied the steady voice.
:Farshan- I…I…just get up here! I'm in the last room on the second floor! Just…get here okay?:
:Something's wrong isn't it. I'll come. Just let me try to call Koron one last time. That bird, you'd think he was bonded to me…but tonight I can't reach him.:
:Alright. Hurry.: Vyci spoke, suddenly tired. She felt as though she really needed something, but she couldn't tell what.
"Ah that's right. Fate must be calling," Vyci told herself, referring to her sword.
*