Chapter Ten:
Esmeralda stood on the Cliffs of Moher trying to breathe through her excitement over the vast beauty of it all. Fresh ocean air, free of the smell of industry and humanity in general, caused her senses to dance a merry jig that sent Esmeralda's head spinning. Her hair whipped out behind her in a tangled mess as always. It was too curly to bother with so Esmeralda always had it in tangled pony tail. Her chains of protection danced on her chest and she felt like flying over the edge of the cliff and taking a swim in the crystal blue waters below. She spread her arms out and closed her eyes, allowing her magic to flow out of her in purple wisps. Quill and Aspen would have loved it…Quill…
Esmeralda opened her eyes to reality. She was after Quill. She had to bring him back to the Council of Elders who would, without a doubt, put him to death. He knew too much and he had abused the Veritas. He killed his brother. Aspen…
The nine year-old had been admittedly annoying with his crush on her but he had been endearingly sweet. You laughed and he laughed, you were mad and he was mad, you cried and he cried…all without knowing what he was crying, laughing or being mad about. Flesh dripping with innocence. Aspen had been the definition of innocence.
When Esmeralda had asked about the man who had killed Aspen's mother, Aspen had just shrugged. If Aspen were able to meet that man today and do anything to him and not get in trouble he would…ask him why? Why had he killed his mother? He wouldn't have killed the man or even hurt him. He would just ask why? Aspen hadn't deserved to die.
Why had Quill done it? Why had he murdered his brother? It was a question Esmeralda would have to ask him when she finally found him and kicked his butt for what he had done. But right now, she had to focus on finding Aspen's soul. It was bound to be wandering around lost.
An Atlantic Puffin landed in front of her and transformed into a sleek, black cat. "Are you done sightseeing? While you're here acting like a buffoon, your boyfriend is probably out there killing another commoner or fairy."
"Shut up, Cassandra. I was just…thinking." Esmeralda mumbled the last word.
"You shouldn't talk to your familiar like that," said Cassandra, licking her paw. "You're an incorrigible child."
"Do you sense him?" asked Esmeralda suddenly. She watched as Cassandra turned into a red-billed chough.
"I sensed him a long time ago," said Cassandra matter-of-factly. "He's in a human establishment though. If I had to place an opinion, I would say that he has already managed to drive the inhabitants insane with his idiotic questions."
"Hush, Cassandra," chided Esmeralda. "You shouldn't talk like that."
"Right," said Cassandra drily as she took flight. "Sudden respect for the dead, is it?"
Esmeralda took out her bag of Dixie dust. The threw a pinch of the pink and green powder in the air. She became a blur, speeding across Ireland. Funny thing is that you don't realize something about a person until they're gone. She'd always respected Aspen. She just never knew she had that respect until now.
You all know what I'm about to ask you to do. I'm going to ask you to use your mouse, move it a few inches (just a few) and use it to click the purple button that says 'Go'. Now I want you to (I know this is bothersome) type into the medium-sized box, what you think about the story. Okey-dokey? Cool! Looking forward to your reveiws!