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Druid Hall, Chapter Seven
The entrance to the Druid Hall was created out of elaborate white marble, deeply veined with gorgeous shades of grey. The pillars soared
gracefully upwards and seamlessly joined with the ceiling. The five walked slowly into it, the Golden Trio in front, trying to find their way. A man
dressed in a floor length earthy toned robe saw their clueless looks and rushed towards them, alarm on his face.
"What are you doing here?" He said urgently. "None but the holiest are supposed to walk on this ground."
Mia came close to throwing her hands up into the air. It did not seem to matter where they went, they always sullied the sanctified. She took a
deep breath and tucked her coffee coloured hair behind her ears.
"I am extremely sorry Sir, but we were sent here by High Priestess Kirra."
He looked at them for a moment. "And what does she want?"
"My male friends are not permitted to stay upon her soil and she told us that they would be permitted to reside here for the time being."
"Few are allowed to remain here for longer than a few hours. What makes them so special?" He scoffed a look that rivaled that of a Malfoy's.
She bit her bottom lip slightly, hardly anything noticeable, and gently smoothed out her robe. "I was told..."
"Do you always do whatever you are told?"
"Please do not interrupt me Sir Druid!" She said sharply.
She took her wand out of her robes and cast a light charm, the innards of the building surprisingly gloomy. Her jade coloured dress was brought to
light, the cut and style of it visible. The druid gasped suddenly, one of his hands pressing against his mouth.
"I apologize profusely Lady!" He cried distressfully. "Your men folk will be admitted to the guest chambers immediately. Is there anything else you
need?"
"I would like to talk to your leader..."
"The Merlin?"
A ripple went through her friends. Would they really be meeting the Merlin? The man still talked about and revered in their time hundreds, if not
thousands, of years later? Mia stalled for a moment. "Umm...Yes, that would suffice, thank you."
"Of course Lady!" He squeaked.
With a simple clap of his hands, several younger members of the druidic order seemed to spring out of nothingness. With a few words to them,
they led the three boys off. She bit her lip and hoped beyond all hope that she was doing the right thing. She just could not shake off the feeling
that this was a major mistake and she would greatly regret it. She shook her head, fighting the pessimistic feelings over taking her. She flashed a
grin to the druid and he led her away.
Mia agitatedly ran a hand through her hair as she shifted her weight from elegantly clad foot to sophisticatedly clad foot. This Merlin was not
the famous one she had heard and learnt so much about. All he did was lounge about in his extensive chambers, staring out at the world from
behind his piggy face. He had seen her and merely made a slight face. After dismissively waving her to a seat he spoke.
"Why do you wish to speak to me, girl?"
His manner towards her surprised her. She knew from her less than a day in Atlantis that she had become extremely important and this man was
treating her like she was no better than a common street wench. She swallowed her anger, refusing to let her temper show. She forced a faint
smile onto her lips.
"I wished to speak to you about the duration of my friend's stay."
"Your friends?"
"The males who accompanied here. You were not told about them by the fellow who introduced me?"
"Why would he bother? They are foreigners, just like you." He sneered.
"Not coming from this place is bad, may I inquire to why?"
"I have no need to tell a woman."
"I am no normal woman Druid." She said, intentionally speaking to him as if he was an inferior.
To her greatest surprise, he leant across the table, a feat she did not think a man of his size would be able to do without falling, and neatly
smacked her cheek. She clamped a hand against the stinging area, her cinnamon hues wide.
"Do not speak to so insolently. You are a woman and therefore lower than I am. I need not clarify or answer anything you ask me."
She slowly lowered her hand and glowered at him, that deep thrumming magic awakening within her soul. A feeling power overtook her slender form
as she stood up from the constricting chair, her pale flesh taking on an unearthly glow. Her eyes narrowed dangerously at him as her hues flashed
with rage.
"It is you who should not speak to me so. Through mine eyes you are nothing but a lowly druid, barely powerful to light a candle with the most
powerful of incantation. Do not judge so quickly, appearances can be quite deceiving." Her voice was not hers; the tones were deeper and seemed
to have an almost divine ring to them.
The man's eyes widened as the dress, for it had not been seen in Atlantis for many years, clicked within his head. For the second time, Mia had
someone apologize profusely to her.
"My Lady." He said reverently. "I must humbly apologize for my disrespectful behaviour! Please, punish me to the extent of my wrong doing."
Although the thought of repaying him for some of his ruder comments was extremely tempting, her goodness one and she simply let out a little
sigh. "Never mind it Druid...What is your name, Sir?" Despite that he had disrespected her; she saw no point in returning the courtesy.
"Zachariah my Lady."
"Thank you. Druid Zachariah, when I was summoned to your island, several of my friends came with me. They are male and are not permitted to
stay with me in the Hall of Women. High Priestess Kirra told me that you would provide these men sanctuary until I have completed my task."
"Of course Lady, they will be extremely safe here."
She nodded. "Thank you. I will take my leave now. Do you perchance know where they are staying? I do believe I will be visiting them often."
"Druid Aubrey will take you to them."
"Thank you very much."
With a final smile she left the room, a silent druid waiting for her. He nodded slowly and she followed after him.
After waiting some time for her friends, and sadly Malfoy, to grow accustomed to their rooms, the four of them left Druid Hall. They paused
upon its doorstep and a distinctly eerie feeling lingering in her bones. It was almost as if every instinct she had told her not to trust any of the
inhabitance of Atlantis, but her mind, the part of herself she trusted the most, told her nothing would be wrong. A shiver ran through Mia's body as
a soft breeze was born and gently pulled at her hair. She sighed quietly and shook her head at her own foolishness. Just because the times she
came from were troubled and trusting someone was almost a free ticket to death, did not mean it was so there. She was just being overly
paranoid. She turned her face up to the sky, letting the sun warm her face, banishing her doubts away. A faint smile crossed her lips as she turned
her glittering chocolate hues to the great multitudes slowly working their way from temple to town and then to their homes. This was nothing more
than an ill placed holiday and she was damn well going to enjoy it! She turned to face the three boys behind her, wrapping her arms around her
lower belly.
"All right. I have no clue how long we're going to be here, so through my eyes, this is just a holiday for an undisclosed length of time. I personally
would like to go down into the main part of the city and see if they have any old literature. That might give me a clue on what year it is."
There was an immediate chorus of dissent.
"But Mia..." Ron groaned. "We always go to old book places and they are so boring! Why can't we go somewhere else?"
"I agree with him..." Harry piped up.
She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Fine, if you guys don't want to that stuff, you just go off by yourselves." She rounded on Malfoy. "And I'm sure
gallivanting around doing nothing that has any intellectual value is something you'd like to do too, right?"
"Actually," he said quietly, his deep voice all rumbly. "I would like to go to the center of town and look at the architecture and such like. It's not
like I'll be able to see any of this stuff again."
The perturbed expression came off her face and was replaced with a faintly almost tender look. "Oh, oh right then." She seemed to be at a loss of
words, something that was quite rare, until she shifted slightly so she was standing closer to him. "You two go ahead, Malfoy and I will pursue
more scholarly ways to fill our time."
"But Mia..."
"What are you going to complain about now Ron?"
"He's Malfoy..."
"And he's the only one who is even remotely interested in what I am. I would much rather spend the day with someone who likes what I do than
someone who complains at every moment." She did not mention the fact that she would be able to secretly ogle him.
"But..."
"No more buts Ron just go, I'll be all right. I'm not totally defensless."
The red head blushed faintly and nodded. He and Harry then disappeared in to throngs of people, Mia silently wishing fervently that her dearest
friends would not get lost. With a very quiet sigh she turned and looked right into those emotionless grey eyes.
"You ready Malfoy?"
He, without replying, very gently grasped her bicep and pulled her into the crowd.
Gah! I'm going to stop making promises about the lengths of chapters! My imagination insists of breaking stuff up! Sorry bout that...
Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel