Thanks to Gothamin and everyone else who has reviewed previously, I was
somewhat doubtful about my writing talents (I used to swap tense a lot) and
I still am a little bit but then again if you're not critical of your own
work then you're not ready for any letdowns.
Chapter 6- Departures.
Myra sat on her bed for what seemed like ages, tears streaming, feeling the gentle weight of the velvet box. She had a million questions running through her head. Who was he, this Cierwan the Seer? What were these quests? Why did he lie to her? Why did she love him still, after all of this?
Remembering the box, Myra opened it and her breath caught in her throat. In the box was a gold ring with one ruby in the middle and two smaller ones on each side. She took it out a slid it gently onto her and images swam through her mind's eye.
Images of a peasant man on horse back above Kyrria, of three men in a room and a dark power issuing from the man talking, of a strange but kindly woman in the woods waiting for her and finally of Edward alone in the street out the front; calling her name silently with his mind.
Myra woke with a stinging headache and clutched at her head, feeling cold metal. She looked down at her hands and saw the ring. She quickly pulled the ring off as her head began to swim with the images again. She replaced it back in the box and rushed to the window, hoping to see Edward in the street. It's Cierwan. She corrected herself, Edward doesn't exist. The street was empty and Myra moved away disappointed.
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After Cierwan left, he headed straight for the court. He would not allow his feelings to get in the way of his quests. He darkened his hair and added a goatee to his appearance and then proceeded to make his way toward the palace. It didn't matter that Count Luxenham had seen him without a beard because the Count rarely visited the palace except when invited.
He entered the palace and was walking through the front foyer when he passed a man he recognised as Lord Aganet and his sixth sense was overwhelmed by dark magic. Cierwan took deep breaths and slowly sent him mind out, lightly brushing over the other minds, to find the source and was disturbed but not surprised to find that it came from Lord Aganet.
From what Cierwan had learnt from the minds of other fellow courtiers, Lord Aganet seemed to have a remarkable ability to turn up when least expected in places least expected and when ever his name was uttered, his head would turn in the direction of whom ever spoke it, even if it was a hundred metres away. He was powerful, Cierwan could sense that, but not so well trained that he could hide his magic. Darkness oozed out of every pore.
He was the man Cierwan had been sent to kill for he threatened Ayortha with his schemes that Ayorthian spies had warned the King Benvolio (A/N: I can't remember the name of the Ayorthian king in Ella Enchanted and I've always loved the name Benvolio.) and who had in turn sent him, Cierwan, to kill Lord Aganet.
Before Cierwan was to leave Ayortha, the High Eunuch Rìon, had issued him to find the Key, a powerful though undeveloped mage who was needed by the High Eunuch for reasons even Cierwan did not know.
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Myra finished packing her bags and stared all around her, not sure if she should do it, not sure if she could make herself. She picked up the letter of the top of her carry bag and turned it around in her hands. She had written a letter to Cierwan explaining where she was going and why. There was a knock at the door that startled Myra out of her reverie. "Come in," she called, hoping so much that it was Cierwan, so she could say good-bye in person. A servant entered and said "Ma'am, your carriage awaits you." Myra sighed, disappointed again, "Thank-you, I will be down shortly."
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Night had just started to fall, illuminating the streets with moonlight and a man was crossing to each post lighting the lamps when Cierwan entered the hotel and proceeded to the front desk to pay for Myra's room charges and for the next few nights. The old man shook his head, "Sorry, Your Lordship," he said, taking in Cierwan's finery, "the lass left this morning. Here, she left this for you." He pulled out a letter from the desk and whispered, "She was crying when she left."
Cierwan ordered ale and sat down at a table in the bar, his heart heavy with misery and longing. Opening the letter, he read :
Dear Cierwan, (His name was written shakily)
I have decided it would be best of us if I go away for a few days, perhaps a week or two, till I find what I am looking for or more likely, till whoever finds me.
This is hard for me, Cierwan, to leave. I was in love with you, or Edward, and now I don't know who you are. I need to go away, discover myself, discover my feelings.
That ring you gave me, it is gorgeous, thank-you. Though, it certainly is strange. Whether it was the ring or no, as soon as I put it on I experienced strange dreams which I believe are all important in some way. If I see you again, we will discuss more of this, Cierwan the Seer.
With love still, Myra. Cierwan crumpled up the paper and stuffed it into his doublet pocket. Tears welling up, he rushed outside and breathed in the cold, sharp night air. Myra! He called out with his mind, Myra!
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Myra held onto the side of the carriage as it jumped about on the rough, dirt road and looked out at the scenery. All she had been able to see for the past hour or so were trees with trunks so wide it would take three of hers to touch finger tips.
The carriage rolled to a stop and the door was opened by the driver. "This is it ma'am," he said, a worried frown creasing up his face, "Are you sore this is where you want to go? There is nothing around here for miles." Myra pressed 4 KJ's in his hand and smiled. "I will be quite alright, good sir, I am expected." The man, not entirely satisfied, said "Well, if you're sure."
Myra turned to look at the forest. This is where the Lady had been waiting for her, how she knew, well she can only guess the Ring had some how told her. She looked to her left and saw the cloud of dirt and dust still hanging in the air from the carriage's departure. Myra took several deep breaths and strode into the forest and she walked and walked and walked.
It was growing dark and Myra was becoming tired. Wondering if Cierwan had found out that she had left, she sat down, clutching at her side, when a man with green skin and green features swung down from a tree and smiled at her, revealing green teeth. "You must be Myra," he said, "I am Yelon. Come, we have been waiting for you." He held out his hand and Myra took it with out the slightest hesitation.
Chapter 6- Departures.
Myra sat on her bed for what seemed like ages, tears streaming, feeling the gentle weight of the velvet box. She had a million questions running through her head. Who was he, this Cierwan the Seer? What were these quests? Why did he lie to her? Why did she love him still, after all of this?
Remembering the box, Myra opened it and her breath caught in her throat. In the box was a gold ring with one ruby in the middle and two smaller ones on each side. She took it out a slid it gently onto her and images swam through her mind's eye.
Images of a peasant man on horse back above Kyrria, of three men in a room and a dark power issuing from the man talking, of a strange but kindly woman in the woods waiting for her and finally of Edward alone in the street out the front; calling her name silently with his mind.
Myra woke with a stinging headache and clutched at her head, feeling cold metal. She looked down at her hands and saw the ring. She quickly pulled the ring off as her head began to swim with the images again. She replaced it back in the box and rushed to the window, hoping to see Edward in the street. It's Cierwan. She corrected herself, Edward doesn't exist. The street was empty and Myra moved away disappointed.
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After Cierwan left, he headed straight for the court. He would not allow his feelings to get in the way of his quests. He darkened his hair and added a goatee to his appearance and then proceeded to make his way toward the palace. It didn't matter that Count Luxenham had seen him without a beard because the Count rarely visited the palace except when invited.
He entered the palace and was walking through the front foyer when he passed a man he recognised as Lord Aganet and his sixth sense was overwhelmed by dark magic. Cierwan took deep breaths and slowly sent him mind out, lightly brushing over the other minds, to find the source and was disturbed but not surprised to find that it came from Lord Aganet.
From what Cierwan had learnt from the minds of other fellow courtiers, Lord Aganet seemed to have a remarkable ability to turn up when least expected in places least expected and when ever his name was uttered, his head would turn in the direction of whom ever spoke it, even if it was a hundred metres away. He was powerful, Cierwan could sense that, but not so well trained that he could hide his magic. Darkness oozed out of every pore.
He was the man Cierwan had been sent to kill for he threatened Ayortha with his schemes that Ayorthian spies had warned the King Benvolio (A/N: I can't remember the name of the Ayorthian king in Ella Enchanted and I've always loved the name Benvolio.) and who had in turn sent him, Cierwan, to kill Lord Aganet.
Before Cierwan was to leave Ayortha, the High Eunuch Rìon, had issued him to find the Key, a powerful though undeveloped mage who was needed by the High Eunuch for reasons even Cierwan did not know.
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Myra finished packing her bags and stared all around her, not sure if she should do it, not sure if she could make herself. She picked up the letter of the top of her carry bag and turned it around in her hands. She had written a letter to Cierwan explaining where she was going and why. There was a knock at the door that startled Myra out of her reverie. "Come in," she called, hoping so much that it was Cierwan, so she could say good-bye in person. A servant entered and said "Ma'am, your carriage awaits you." Myra sighed, disappointed again, "Thank-you, I will be down shortly."
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Night had just started to fall, illuminating the streets with moonlight and a man was crossing to each post lighting the lamps when Cierwan entered the hotel and proceeded to the front desk to pay for Myra's room charges and for the next few nights. The old man shook his head, "Sorry, Your Lordship," he said, taking in Cierwan's finery, "the lass left this morning. Here, she left this for you." He pulled out a letter from the desk and whispered, "She was crying when she left."
Cierwan ordered ale and sat down at a table in the bar, his heart heavy with misery and longing. Opening the letter, he read :
Dear Cierwan, (His name was written shakily)
I have decided it would be best of us if I go away for a few days, perhaps a week or two, till I find what I am looking for or more likely, till whoever finds me.
This is hard for me, Cierwan, to leave. I was in love with you, or Edward, and now I don't know who you are. I need to go away, discover myself, discover my feelings.
That ring you gave me, it is gorgeous, thank-you. Though, it certainly is strange. Whether it was the ring or no, as soon as I put it on I experienced strange dreams which I believe are all important in some way. If I see you again, we will discuss more of this, Cierwan the Seer.
With love still, Myra. Cierwan crumpled up the paper and stuffed it into his doublet pocket. Tears welling up, he rushed outside and breathed in the cold, sharp night air. Myra! He called out with his mind, Myra!
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Myra held onto the side of the carriage as it jumped about on the rough, dirt road and looked out at the scenery. All she had been able to see for the past hour or so were trees with trunks so wide it would take three of hers to touch finger tips.
The carriage rolled to a stop and the door was opened by the driver. "This is it ma'am," he said, a worried frown creasing up his face, "Are you sore this is where you want to go? There is nothing around here for miles." Myra pressed 4 KJ's in his hand and smiled. "I will be quite alright, good sir, I am expected." The man, not entirely satisfied, said "Well, if you're sure."
Myra turned to look at the forest. This is where the Lady had been waiting for her, how she knew, well she can only guess the Ring had some how told her. She looked to her left and saw the cloud of dirt and dust still hanging in the air from the carriage's departure. Myra took several deep breaths and strode into the forest and she walked and walked and walked.
It was growing dark and Myra was becoming tired. Wondering if Cierwan had found out that she had left, she sat down, clutching at her side, when a man with green skin and green features swung down from a tree and smiled at her, revealing green teeth. "You must be Myra," he said, "I am Yelon. Come, we have been waiting for you." He held out his hand and Myra took it with out the slightest hesitation.