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Chapter 3

Whisperers Are Not What They Always Seem

Floating….floating….

The darkness was stifling her! Crowding in and urging the girl to wake up to the world. Finally, she gave in.

Long lashes fluttered open like butterfly wings, revealing earthy eyes. Thinking for a second, Will shot up from the slightly domineering layers of the bed she was currently in and frantically looked around the…

…Very elegant room she was in. Most of the colors were a type of violet-blue, ranging from shadowy to light. Dark cherry wood made up the furniture, which consisted of a closet (she couldn't remember what it was actually called, but she didn't care.); a vanity table with a mirror; a few tables; an oval mirror that was similar to the one that had been in her bedroom when she had been fourteen; a large fireplace; a white marble bath tat was certainly large enough for two people; and the majestic bed she now occupied. Will blinked in surprise.

Bringing her legs over the edge of the bed, she slipped out of the soft silk and cotton covers that lay upon the mattress. Wobbling a bit, Will grabbed one of the dark wooden posts of the canopy. Under her fingers she felt the finely-carved woodwork, like the form of a cyclone spiraling upward. Steadying herself, the Keeper walked forward tentatively, unsure of her surroundings.

After some time, Will stopped in front of the larger mirror. Again, dark cherry wood made up the frame. It was simple and classically tasteful.

Her reflection was a stark difference to the room that surrounded her. Dirty, short, red hair clashed with the soothing blues, violets, and purple-azures; pale skin stood out like the moon in the night sky and her state of cleanliness was far outshone by the beautiful richness of the room, but that was to be expected.

The next thing that happened must of surely (in her opinion) shaved off a few years of her life.

The door began to open. Jumping several feet in the air like she had been shocked by jumper cables that were in water, Will looked wide-eyed at the intruders.

Two female Whisperers, both with the typical slenderness of their flower-like kind, revealed themselves from behind the tall door. One was a soft sage green, cerulean eyes sparkling lightly. The other was a bold orange, bright and colorful. The first was carrying a tray of food, its aroma tantalizing Will's nose, whilst the second blossom-spirit held what looked to be a medieval-style dress that was as white as an innocent snowflake or a dove's feather, simple and pure.

Making their way toward her, Will couldn't help but feel a little intimidated due to the fact that she didn't exactly know where she was, she was in an unfamiliar room, Whisperers were advancing upon her, and she couldn't possibly fathom what their task was. She took a step back.

The one with the tray made her way to a desk that was trimmed with gold. Setting it down, she faced Will and gestured toward the large throne-like chair right next to the table. In a reedy voice, the beautiful female whispered, "Eat…you…hungry."

Will, just barely making sense of this, nodded absent-mindedly. Walking in small, unconfident strides, she was soon sitting at the desk.

During all this, the other Whisperer had glided over to the canopy bed and set out the pale gown. After that was done, the fiery-colored woman stood next to her pastel counterpart. Both of them made hand movements that told her to eat.

Wearily, she looked at the cuisine. The main entrée looked to be a kind of steak. To the side there was some kind of broth (which reminded Will of a very difficult question she knew: What's better? Chicken or turkey?). Chicken her nose told her (turkey loses this round). And in a silver chalice set with emeralds and rubies was some kind of drink that was a deep, royal purple. She should have been thinking if it was poison, but right at the moment her stomach was boss.

Slowing herself down so it didn't look like she was being too greedy, Will took a bite of the steak and ate it.

It wasn't long before everything was devoured. All that remained was the violet potion that stood the side innocently. Involuntarily, the Guardian took a sip.

It was disgusting! Almost choking, Will put her hand to her mouth to keep from throwing up. Forcing herself to swallow the concoction, Will started to breath hard. Something was happening. A peculiar, burning sensation melted down her throat and spread out to her limbs. It fogged her senses much like smoke or incense. Slowly it stopped and she became clear-headed again. Bringing about her wits, she started to cough and relax a bit.

"What was that?" she said, not thinking.

"It was the tonic that is needed to understand us," replied a whispery voice. It blew about the room as if it were a light, autumn wind.

"Sorry about the taste, Milady," laughed another reedy voice. It giggled light-heartedly.

Surprised, Will looked up at the two members of Phobos' court in shock. They in turn smiled gently.

"Did you…? But how…? Oh, now I'm giving myself a headache," she stammered, groaning on the last part and slumping in the chair.

It was the leafy-colored one that spoke. "The liquid you have just consumed was a potion designed to make the drinker able to understand our court when one of us speaks. Fortunately, you only need to take it once," she giggled, smiling an easy grin.

Confused, Will wondered how a Whisperer of Phobos could laugh and smile so joyously. Guess everything isn't as has it always appears, she thought. Waittttt..., I should of known that thanks to Cedric, she growled in her mind.

"So now that I can understand and speak to you, can I as you your names?" she questioned.

Again, the green female answered it. "My name is Nasuun (pronounce Na-soon) and this is Kaena," she said, gesturing to herself and to her companion.

"Why are you here?"

"We have been assigned by our King to take care of you until he can make a decision of what to do with you and the rebels."

"But why here? Couldn't he just have place me in the dungeon?"

"Would you have preferred it in the dungeon," said Kaena sternly, patronizing her like a mother would to her child.

Embarrassed, Wil said, "No, I guess not."

An awkward silence settled in the room and began to make Will uncomfortable. Uncertainly, she asked, "What shall we do now?"

"After you have eaten and taken the potion, we were wondering if you would like to take a bat, change into the dress we brought, and maybe go to the garden if you wish; if not the garden, then maybe the stable. When you were brought here, so was a gold-and-black stallion. Fine animal, he was. Proud.

"A little too proud," commented Kaena.

"That would be Phoenix," laughed Will, relaxing a little. Maybe they weren't so bad. "He's the horse I ride."

"So you wish to go there?"

"If that is alright," was the Keeper's reply.

An hour later, Will stood dripping in a dark green towel, shivering slightly as she dried off. It had taken that long to get the grime and blood off her and to have her crimson locks washed thoroughly.

She watched as her two caretakers rushed about the room, gathering clothes, bottles of perfumes, and boxes of jewelry. It was interesting seeing them run around the large room, rejecting some items and accepting others.

It wasn't long before there were other garments right next to the white gown: A pair of light pink shoes, some underclothing, and a set of diamond earrings. Kaena brought the underclothing over to her and told her to go change behind the screen in the corner. Apparently, Will missed it when she had been surveying the room. Nodding, she did as she was told.

After she was done with that, Will stepped out from behind the screen and almost gasped.

There stood Nasuun, holding a corset.

"No, no, no, and most certainly not!" she bellowed and ducked behind the screen once again.

"Don't worry, Milady. It's enchanted. You can still breath, but the only thing it really does is to improve your profile and posture." It was Kaena who said these soothing words.

"You sure?" Will said, peeking out at her.

"Promise."

Thinking for just a short moment, she reluctantly stepped out and waited. She didn't have to linger long before she felt the corset's fabric wrap around her like a hotdog bun. She also felt the strings begin to tighten.

"Oomph! Have you guys learned how not to breath or something," Will snapped. Of course she didn't mean it and the two Whisperers knew it. Instead, they just smiled, amused by her antics.

It wasn't long before the corset began to adjust to her body and she sighed heavily.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" grinned Nasuun. Will nodded silently and began to anticipate their next move.

"Let's get the dress on," announced Kaena. Fetching it, the flower-woman handed it to Will and helped her slip it on over her head. Lightweight cotton floated around her like a veil, then settled and smoothed away to reveal her curves. Glancing in the oval mirror, Will gasped quietly.

There stood a lady or a princess; she couldn't be sure which. Red strands, finally dry, were being combed by an orange woman and falling into their place gracefully. Ivory skin (slightly pink form being scrubbed so hard to get the dirt off) glowed in its own light. Dark coffee eyes held their own unique, child-like essence.

That cannot be me, Will thought. There is no chance in hell!

But it was her. Oh my God, what happened? Will questioned herself. Before she could answer that, she was interrupted by a certain Whisperer named Nasuun.

"Ready to go?"

"Yes," replied Will.

What should he do with her?

That was the question that continued to haunt Phobos like a phantom, never giving him a moment's rest. It was bugging him to the point where he even found his flower servants annoying.

He couldn't take it anymore! Phobos finally dismissed his court and went in the direction of the royal stable. Maybe there he would find solance from his problem.

Unless the cause of the trouble should happen to be there.

Another chapter done. Sorry about the time it took But don't worry about Chapter 4. It's coming real soon.

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