"I am to grant a question to all who steps in here."
Shila opened her mouth, but Jonathon was quicker.
"Are your answers truthful?"
The phoenix blinked at him and nodded its great golden head.
"I will ask first."
Shila narrowed her eyes at him. "Why can't I?"
He ignored her. "My Uncle is overpowering the nobles. He makes me listen and obey him, ruling indirectly. How can I get rid of him?"
Shila looked at him oddly, did that mean he wasn't the one who ordered the killings?
"You must help the little one find her past, only then will her true powers be revealed, and only then will you stand a chance against your uncle."
"But-"
"Your question has been asked a answered." The phoenix turned and looked at Shila.
"What is your question?"
Thoughts ran through Shila's head, what should she ask? She had a zillion things to ask, but she can't ask them all. Finally she decided upon the one that she had wondered about for all of her life.
"Why- why do I have silver eyes?"
"Very good little one, the reason you have silver eyes is because when you were taken from your home 15 years ago, the mage that took you sealed your magic with his and left you in the lower city. As a result of his magical seal, you have silver eyes. When you learn your past and your heritage, the veils before you will melt away and your eyes will resume its natural color." With that, the great golden wings spread and it disappeared in a flash of fire.
"You idiot! You should've asked how to get out of here!" Jonathon hissed at her.
"So why didn't you?"
He glared at her before turning to examine their surroundings. Shila sighed and glanced around too. There was a looked in a door. Still ignoring him, she walked over and placed her hand on the door. With a gasp, she let go. She was sure the wall had sung! Jonathon noticed her and walked over, he placed his own hands on the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't open. Scowling he kicked it and had to hop around for several minutes afterwards, grabbing his foot and howling in pain.
Shila looked at him coldly. "Can't you just wave a hand at it and say open? What kind of mage are you?"
"All mages have their limits and I can't just say open and expect it to open." He told her.
"But how do you know it won't work?"
"Why don't you try it then!" he yelled, losing his battle with his temper.
"DON'T YOU YELL AT ME! YOU'RE THE THAT DIDN'T ASK HOW TO GET OUT OF HERE!"
"YOU ARE THE ONE WHO ASKED STUPID QUESTIONS ON YOUR EYE COLOR!"
Shila turned and glared at the door instead. "Open!"
The great leafs of ice opened at her word and Jonathon could only gap soundlessly.
Shila opened her mouth, but Jonathon was quicker.
"Are your answers truthful?"
The phoenix blinked at him and nodded its great golden head.
"I will ask first."
Shila narrowed her eyes at him. "Why can't I?"
He ignored her. "My Uncle is overpowering the nobles. He makes me listen and obey him, ruling indirectly. How can I get rid of him?"
Shila looked at him oddly, did that mean he wasn't the one who ordered the killings?
"You must help the little one find her past, only then will her true powers be revealed, and only then will you stand a chance against your uncle."
"But-"
"Your question has been asked a answered." The phoenix turned and looked at Shila.
"What is your question?"
Thoughts ran through Shila's head, what should she ask? She had a zillion things to ask, but she can't ask them all. Finally she decided upon the one that she had wondered about for all of her life.
"Why- why do I have silver eyes?"
"Very good little one, the reason you have silver eyes is because when you were taken from your home 15 years ago, the mage that took you sealed your magic with his and left you in the lower city. As a result of his magical seal, you have silver eyes. When you learn your past and your heritage, the veils before you will melt away and your eyes will resume its natural color." With that, the great golden wings spread and it disappeared in a flash of fire.
"You idiot! You should've asked how to get out of here!" Jonathon hissed at her.
"So why didn't you?"
He glared at her before turning to examine their surroundings. Shila sighed and glanced around too. There was a looked in a door. Still ignoring him, she walked over and placed her hand on the door. With a gasp, she let go. She was sure the wall had sung! Jonathon noticed her and walked over, he placed his own hands on the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't open. Scowling he kicked it and had to hop around for several minutes afterwards, grabbing his foot and howling in pain.
Shila looked at him coldly. "Can't you just wave a hand at it and say open? What kind of mage are you?"
"All mages have their limits and I can't just say open and expect it to open." He told her.
"But how do you know it won't work?"
"Why don't you try it then!" he yelled, losing his battle with his temper.
"DON'T YOU YELL AT ME! YOU'RE THE THAT DIDN'T ASK HOW TO GET OUT OF HERE!"
"YOU ARE THE ONE WHO ASKED STUPID QUESTIONS ON YOUR EYE COLOR!"
Shila turned and glared at the door instead. "Open!"
The great leafs of ice opened at her word and Jonathon could only gap soundlessly.
