CH 12 – Physik
Marcellus had been fretting over Savin's disappearance for some time, pacing back and forth beside the mirror. On the other side of the looking glass, Savin had just realised the terrible thing that had took place "wh.. What?" She was in a strange corridor, decorated with brown tapestries.
"Oh no." She hit herself hard on the forehead, surely she must be dreaming back in her chambers. But everything seemed so detailed, so real.
She pinched herself hard, "ouch" and realised that this strange occurrence was definitely reality.
"Where has this thing taken me?" She turned harshly and banged her hand against the looking glass, "no! Take me back!" But the shine of the mirror was gone, almost lifeless in comparison.
"This cannot be happening.."
The mysterious room was decorated with profound objects, Savin longed to learn more of each and every one of them, but learning from her earlier mistake, held back from doing so.
While restraining herself from touching (or even looking at) any of the antiquities, she quickly moved down the long hallway and up it's small steps.
"Marcellus had warned me! Why did I not just this once, listen to him!" She screamed through the halls, her warped echoes bouncing back at her with force. Restraining herself from a small sob, she reached the small wooden door and opened it to find a delicately decorated room.
'Fit for a princess.' She thought, 'wait.. An I in the Palace?' She ran over to two larger doors and opened them roughly. Black hair swung into her face as she stared at the pearly white floors. Slowly the witch lifted her head to see the arched windows displaying the palace lawns.
"Just my luck" she sighed.
Savin thought of her sneaky entrance into the castle with Marcellus not so long ago. Surely, she would be able to locate the same trap door in the lower kitchens.
With a stern voice she reminded herself that if she were seen by anyone in the palace, her head would roll.
"I can do this.." No one appeared to be around the corner, so she snuck up to the next turn and quickly checked for any witnesses. None in sight.
The palace seemed dead compared to the night of the ball. She regained some confidence, quickly skimming across the floors until she reached the kitchen with minor difficulties.
The hatch located in the cupboard was covered by crates which she quickly pushed into the corner of the kitchen.
"Thank god.." She opened the hatch and climbed down the ladder, carefully replacing the door back on it's hinges.
What Savin would say to Marcellus when she returned, she didn't know. Surely he was worried, after all, Savin had just drank the Tincture of Everlasting Life and disappeared mere hours later.
Suddenly a large (and rudely worded) speech came to mind when she thought of the Alchemist.
"Don't touch that.. Doesn't he know that just makes you want to do the exact opposite?" Taking her foot of the bottom rung of the ladder, Savin loudly made her way through the lapis lazuli labyrinth.
"Bloody alchemist.." She stopped a moment, eyes crinkled with suspicion as she slowly turned her head to face the wall. Running her witchy fingers over the smooth surface she noticed that it was more worn than usual, scuffed almost.
"Weird. I only came down here a little while ago.." Savin continued to walk, a strange feeling overwhelming her as she did so. The Chamber of Alchemy set her mouth agape, it had completely turned itself over. Everything was so different, desks lined a path through the centre with tall chairs placed behind them. It's looked completely different from her last visit (though she noted the books were still a mess.)
She grunted while searching for a sign of Marcellus, 'where could he possibly be?'
A bundle of red and black caught her eyes, an Alchemy robe was resting on the back of a chair. One much smaller than the one Marcellus had lent her at that.
She wondered if he had yet another apprentice, "how long could I possibly have been gone for?"
A strange feeling of being watched washed over her, and her witchy instincts kicked in. These situations occurred often in the forest with the Wendron's, there one had to watch their back constantly.
"Hello?" No one answered Savin's call, and she assumed it was just paranoia.
This was by far the strangest thing that had ever happened to Savin before. A Magykal looking glass looping her back into the Palace, and (not to mention) to her possible death.
Her eyes looked for the reason of all the confusion, it took some minutes of searching the chamber until she confirmed that it too, had disappeared.
This was far too much for Savin to handle in one day, "Marcellus? I'm sick of the games, show yourself!"
A pair of green eyes watched from afar, confused and concerned. What was this woman looking for? And how did she know Marcellus?