Chapter 11: Spectre's Prison
The following weeks seemed heavy on Vianca, considering that event with Zaphara. She had some many things that were worrying her and she couldn't help, but be distracted by her emotions on this over the time that passed. She was floating in the library with Alister as he did his research. They had been trying to figure out everything they could about that dagger, and, truth be told, they were stuck.
Vianca was just simply float up in the air. She even came up with a neat trick that if Alister needed to move further away, she would throw down a rope to him and he could pull her like a balloon. This really helped when Vianca felt really tired. Although being a ghost, she can still feel weariness at times, and, when she does, she really doesn't want to move. Today however, wasn't one of those days. She was just thinking and speculating over everything. Alister was looking around, he had many books lying about this table and he was getting frustrated. He got up to go grab something when he tripped and tumbled.
"Ouch…." Alister said as he just kinda laid there for a moment. Vianca was soon right by his side.
"Alister, are you alright?" Vianca asked as she placed a hand on his arm. Alister sat up and nodded at her.
"Yeah, I'm fine. That's what I get for leaving a couple books on the ground like that," He said as he gestured to the books he tripped over. She giggled a bit and Alister just kinda started laughing himself at the thought of what happened. They both sat there laughing for a moment, before Alister just kinda laid back down and was just staring up at the ceiling. Vianca sat there looking at him curiously for a moment, but then he spoke. "I wish I had some sort of lead. A better lead, to what I need here."
"I'm sure we'll find something," Vianca said as she sat there and watched him. He laid there a moment longer and then sat up.
"I wish you could tell me more about those vows you made," Alister said. "I know you don't remember them all and they all come back to you in bits and pieces, but it would make this so much easier." Vianca kinda shifted in her seat. With the sound of those words, she remembered something she can do, but she need him to ask her before she could do it. She got up and ran over to the table nearby and grabbed a paper and pencil and came back. She wrote something on the piece of paper and handed it to Alister.
"Ask me that then maybe I can help," Vianca said. "I just remembered something I can do, but you have to ask me to use it though." Alister looked at her curiously, but took the paper. He looked down at the paper and read the command aloud.
"Vianca, reveal to me the secrets of the gemstone?" Alister said questioningly. Vianca smiled at him and nodded. She took his hand and gemstone began to glow brightly. It soon grew so bright that Alister couldn't see in front of him. When the light dimmed, he opened his eyes and all he could think of was his amazement. He was standing there in a green crystallized room that glittered wherever light hit it. He then realized that he didn't see Vianca. "Vianca? Vianca where are you?"
"I'm here, Alister," She said. "I can't manifest a human form, while we're the amulet."
"Wait, we're inside the amulet?" Alister asked as he looked around.
"Indeed, this was my home for centuries. It's glittery walls were my prison. From here, I can show my memories from back then, but I can't view them myself," Vianca answered. "Although, I can show you them. All you have to do is tell me what you want to see." Alister thought for a moment, feeling slightly uncomfortable due to how intrusive this is, but he didn't really have a choice at this point. They were all out of options and the sacrificial dagger wasn't leading them anywhere. He sighed and looked at the crystal-like wall.
"Show me the memory of the vows, Vianca," Alister said. There was silence at first, but then, in the crystal wall, a imaged formed into almost a movie like setting, except the image wasn't moving.
"Touch it Alister, then you'll see everything," Vianca said. Alister went up to the wall and was hesitant. He took a deep breath and reached his hand forward. He touched the wall, but it seems as though he could pass right through it. He felt a sudden jerk on his hand and before he knew he was pulled into the memory itself.