Oh my goodness, my head! Sofie woke to a terrible headache and a great urge to vomit. Looking quickly around the room, she saw a bowl in the corner and groggily ran over to it and emptied the contents of her stomach. What happened? Remembering the gemstone, and the desert, oh no where is Padi! I have to find her! What on earth was that stone any way? Magick. Feeling desperate and terribly anxious about the fate of her friend, she slowly got up and ran over to the door, banging hard on it. After a few minutes, realizing that it was hopeless she collapsed onto the floor in tears. This is so hopeless! Sofie, get a grip! Nothing is hopeless unless you make it so. Now get up!
Standing slowly, she dried her eyes and looked around her small room. It was a circular shape, and as she walked over to the small window, she looked out to a thick forest, so green it seemed very strange to her, used to the reds and oranges of the desert. It seemed that her room was at the top of a tower, a very high one at that. No hope of climbing down then. Pity.
Looking up at the roof, as if it would offer her some inspiration, she noticed a long strip of mirror which hemmed the room. That's odd. Why would you put a mirror that high up? Staring at it some more, Sofie noticed that it flashed with odd colours, not very noticeable unless you stared, but definitely flashes of colour that to her seemed, very vaguely familiar, but she could not place where from. She shivered, just looking at the mirror gave her an odd sensation that some one was watching her every move. Quickly moving on, she walked to the small closet, opening its ornately carved door to reveal a full length dress, patterned very much in the Strackin style.
It had elbow length sleeves, puffing out in a flush of lace at the hem. The material was muslin, soft and light. It had a low neckline, so low that Sofie would not have worn it herself, but it seemed she had no option in these circumstances. She had to admit that her captor had impeccable taste, the dress was streaked with gold paint, and the patterns were of red, orange, pink and purplish tones. Sofie noticed also that it had a corset to go with it, and she frowned. What kind of person is this? One who would capture me in such a brutal manor and then provide me with such beautiful clothing. Very strange.
However strange it may have been, she changed into a fresh breast band and loin cloth, pulling on the dress but not the corset. She then sat down on her bed and put on the beautifully embroidered slippers. This must have all cost a fortune, all the more strange. First that beautiful gemstone, next the flashing mirror and now such expensive clothing. She moved over to the dresser and, opening the draws, she found a brush and a gold ribbon. She brushed her beautiful black curls but let them hang loose around her slim shoulders, using the ribbon to frame her forehead, tying it around her head, behind her ears.
She sat in her chair, trying to hypothesize why she might be here and what kind of a spell might have been on that gem. But wait! That's the answer! That is where I have seen those flashes before, the gemstone. It must be the mark of a sorcerer, a very powerful one at that. But they are only flashes, so he must be getting older. Or perchance they have been disguised on purpose? Beginning to pace, she heard a knock on the door.
Padi felt terrible. She had not the slightest idea where she was, her eyes were red from crying, and all she wanted to do was find Sofie, if she is not already dead, and get out of here. She had gotten up and she too had felt a great need to empty her stomach, and had done so rather unceremoniously in the corner of the room. She then had bathed her face with the water left, and washed her mouth out, spitting the water out of the window near her bed. She laughed ruefully as she thought how it might land on some noble lady, dressed up in a ridiculously big dress trimmed in lace and diamonds.
She had already established that she was in a castle; the gardens looked grand enough to be that of a palace as well. But the place had an eerie feeling about it, one of desertion and isolation. Padi had not heard or seen another soul, even though she had sat and stared out of the window for a great deal of time. From the direction of the sun, she thought it to be almost noon and she was beginning to feel the pangs of hunger that seconded this theory.
Standing up, she once more surveyed her room. It was circular, and it looked to be in a tower, looking out of the windows anyway. Looking up at the roof, something new caught her eye, something she had not noticed before. Padi noticed that there was a long strip of mirror, mildly flashing different colors, that circled around the room. Queer, very queer! Silently Padi also cursed herself for not taking the Magickal arts class that Sofie had taken; doubtless she could discern some information from all of this! Damn!
Sitting down, head in her hands, Padi tried to recall any imformation that Sofie had told her about the arts. Each magick has a different colour depending on the wizard. But why would their be so many? Oh yes, the more colours or the brighter they are, the more powerful the enchanter. Those flashes are not very bright. But they are many different colours. Just then, she heard a knock on her door, and as it slowly creaked open, she jumped up and stared reverently at it. What she saw made her gasp with fright.
A/N: Oooo.. a bit of a cliffy guys! R&R please! I won't update again until I have at least 15 reviews… so review, review, review!
To my oh so brilliant reviewers:
Pearlwalrus: omg steffie I agree entirely. GO THE JEWELS! Hehehe my spelling not fab lol… cut me some slack. Btw I cant find the new chappie of Ballerina… oh well. Omg tim dunc and I played SUCH a good prank on ellie, remind me to tell u about it 2morrow! Btw I have a b'day pressie for you!
Masked Dragonfly 0926: Hey thanks heaps, and yeah so do I, I don't know where it came from though lol. Hope this one is better aswell.
BeaverGirl: Thanks for your advice ellie, I hope you like this one!