WARNING!! -- this is old, and while recently updated with minor edits and the last of the chapters i never put up back in the day, it shall never be updated...enjoy it anyways!
...since a lot of you seem to keep doing so o-o ...
- Created By itsumademo
Chapter Fourteen
The Catalyst
Chapter Fourteen
I knelt down to get a better view of the child, her small hand tightly clutching the thick fabric of my cloak.
“Did you lose your mommy, sweetie?”
My hand gently stroked her long light blonde hair, her large eyes continuing to stare at me.
“You look diffwent…why?” She tilted her head to the side, her free hand then reached out and took a portion of my own hair with it.
“Um, I-I’m not really different, just a...uh...a wig, yes I’m just wearing a wig.” I smiled as kindly as I could, hoping she wouldn’t be afraid of me.
“Yes huh! Your eyes are gween, your hair is bwack. Mommy says nobody has those but the Immortals and tat I have to stay away if I sees one.”
“Oh, no no sweetie,” I rubbed her head reassuringly, “I’m not an Immortal, you don’t have to worry.”
“Okay!” Grinning from ear to ear, she took another grip of my hair and started trying to braid it.
A small giggle coiled in my chest. I had always loved children but found it somewhat uncomfortable when they were around, likely due to their parents or possibly the large amounts the travelled in made me feel on guard. People always gave me slight anxiety, I really don’t know why.
“While you give me a lovely hairdo, how about we go looking for this missing mommy.”
“Yea!”
We shared a small laugh as I gripped her tightly and hefted the girl up to my side, where she happily rested on my hip with my arm around her, my other hand coming to interlock with its twin beneath the child’s bottom.
“I completely forgot to ask, what’s your name?”
“Sara.”
“That’s very pretty, it suits you well little Sara.” I smiled at her as she giggled in response.
We entered into the bustling areas where the stalls were crowded with customers, and venders shouted out their vocal commercials. Further toward the core of the buying turmoil was a man doing odd things with fish and bells, and a little boy playing a large instrument I didn’t recognize at all.
I tried not to linger anywhere too long so as not to be noticed, although it seemed that having Sara with me was keeping suspicious eyes away.
“So little Sara, where do you think your mother has gotten to?”
She paused in her braiding to think, her plump pink lips puffed out as she went.
“Mommy makes fings with clothes.”
Her answer was cryptic and unexpected, although still childlike as the girl went back to braiding my hair, thinking her response was perfectly understandable. I exhaled with calm exasperation.
“Does she sell her work?”
“Mommy says she hastah work so I can eats and goes to school.”
“Ahh, does mommy make clothes or does she make other things?”
“Mommy makes lots. Sometimes she makes me clothes!” She smiled cheerfully and released my twisted locks to grasp her dress.
“Did your mommy make you that dress?”
“Uhhuh!”
“It’s very pretty.” I grinned.
“Yup! It’s my favwite one. Mommy said she made it only for Sara.”
Lightly I chuckled at her words, bouncing her on my hip to readjust her position. “There are a few vendors here that sell fabric. Do you see you mommy anywhere, Sara?”
Her brown eyes searched the several stalls, little lips sticking out again as she decided what to answer. “Mommy’s not here.”
“Okay then, let’s keep searching.” Stopping for a moment to think, “I wonder if she’s at one of those nicer places I saw being set up earlier today.” My foot shifted on the dusty stone ground and I headed for where I had left the Immortal.
“TADA!” Suddenly a tuft of my hair was pushed up into my face with Sara beaming proudly on the other end.
“Wow, you did such a great job Sara! Let me get a gift for you and your mommy.”
Releasing one of my hands I worked it into the pocket in my cloak, with some finger maneuvering the bag shifted open enough that I could reach the shiny gold pieces I knew lay in its belly.
“Hey Sara, what’s your very favorite number?”
“I like fwree.” Her mouth stayed open after answering, like she were going to say something else but she never did.
With some trouble I collected three coins, then removed my fist and awkwardly pulled the drawstring as tight as possible in this situation and put my palm out to the little girl.
“This is your gift for doing such a great job for me Sara.”
Chocolate brown reflected burnished yellow, her mouth agape in awe.
“Now make sure when you see your mommy you give her this, alright?”
“I will, I pwomise.” She collected the bits in her small grip. Her excitement was adorable; I couldn’t keep from smiling warmly at her.
“Sara!” A shout came from a few feet ahead of me, altering my attention from the joyful child to a terrified looking woman with the same large brown eyes staring at me.
“Oh hello ma’am.”
She stopped abruptly before me, her eyes seeming to grow larger as she continued her penetrating gaze.
“Mommy!” Sara threw her arms out towards the woman, who upon hearing her shout quickly went to pry her away.
“Here you are sweetie.” I held her out, where her mother swiftly leaned toward me just enough to snatch up Sara into a fierce embrace. I exhaled an awkward cough, “I, uh, I hope her wandering is just a phase.”
I gave them both a gentle, placating smile while backing away slowly and began to head for the meeting place where the
Immortal was likely waiting with growing impatience.
“Mommy, the pretty lady gave me these.”
A gasp followed the exaggerated words of the little girl, but I managed to get myself out of sight before anything else could occur. I didn’t need a grateful, or possibly angry stranger following me around.
The area was rather difficult to remember now that ornaments and stalls filled the viewable buildings and masses of people moved this way and that among them. I sighed with frustration, “I don’t recognize anything!”
As I was just about to turn another corner, I spotted a thankfully very familiar person standing and pacing in a small area near a wall. It was the mysterious hobo-like man with the oddly complacent bird resting upon his hair.
I ran up to him, slightly thoughtless of me really, although it also gave me a chance to observe him more closely as I had wanted to do the first time I saw the man. His absurdly long, somewhat straggly beard dragged along the dirtier grounds as he moved. Now that I got closer, I believed he looked a bit…agitated.
“Excuse me, sir?”
“AHH! There you are, there you are my dear. Shouldn’t take so long, not so long. I’ve been waiting, you know. Waiting and waiting and waiting.”
The peculiar nature of his words almost made me laugh, although I retained my demeanor.
He had one light blue eye and one somewhat amber colored eye; I had never seen someone with two eye colors before. It reminded me of something grandmother had said about her first two uncles that went missing, they had shared eye colors, one grey-blue and one violet.
For a moment I pondered on if that had any sort of connection or was merely a coincidence, when my thoughts hit the brakes and rewound. “Hold on, you said you were waiting for me? Why? What for?” The realization of what he’d said had only just reached me, seeing as I was too busy studying him and falling down the rabbit’s hole of my thoughts.
“You must come, follow me, follow me.”
“Wait! Where are you going?” For such an old looking man, he was certainly quite spry and quick in his movements. I had to jog just to keep him in view.
The man ducked into a small building that sat along the edge of the forest. It looked as though the edifice walls wormed their way into a huge and elderly looking tree, a quite massive one. Once I reached the already opened door, I made a cautious step through it.
“Hello? Creepy hobo guy?”
“Jade, finally!” The Immortal suddenly appeared from my side and took a firm grip on my wrist, pulling me all the way into the building and shutting the door.
My heartbeat was rather rapid after nearly being lunged at, but I fortunately hadn’t made any noises, which was calming to know. “I would have hated to squeal in front of him.”
“What?”
“OH!” My free hand thrust up to cover my mouth. Darn, I thought I was getting better at controlling that habit. “Nothing, it was nothing.”
“You should have been here earlier.” A sigh escaped him.
I rolled my eyes, “Well sorry, I was busy.”
“What could have possibly kept you nearly a half hour later than originally planned?” We stopped in a large, alcove-like room.
“A small child found me as I was leaving the shop I got some supplies in and she was saying she was lost. I simply helped her find her mother.”
“Jade! You can’t be exposing yourself like that!” The Immortal ran a hand over his face; he seemed far more stressed out than usual.
“I didn’t even think you could BE stressed out. What’s the big deal? Calm down.”
“The poison in your body is what’s stressing me out, Jade! According to the mage, that particular poison kills rather swiftly.”
“Poison? Oh yeah, my arm.” I pushed up my sleeve to reveal the soiled bandages covering the discolored skin.
The Immortal took a sudden hold on my limb and moved the sleeve up farther, finding that the wound’s bruising had now spread to my upper arm and from the looks of it my shoulder and part of my chest as well.
“Oh my gosh…” I could feel my eyes widen at the view. “This was only on my forearm a short while ago!”
A foreign voice chimed in. “And we must hurry before that poison reaches your heart. For a human, you’re lucky it didn’t get you immediately; should be thankful an Immortal helped you.” An aged looking person stepped into the spacious room. He certainly looked ancient, even more along in years than the gentlemen from this afternoon. A dark brown robe with some golden patterns weaving around it covered his slightly hunched, short form. “Hello Jade.” He gave me a small smile, closing his eyes in the process.
“Um, hi.”
“Why don’t you come lie down on this table and we can get the procedure underway.”
The old wood of the counter did not look at all sound, and the whole ‘lie down on this table and we can get the procedure underway’ sounded odd and satirically eerie. I gave a hesitant glance towards the Immortal, however he simply nodded for me to comply.
“If this thing collapses beneath me or I wake up without my kidneys, I will be sure to hurt you both.”
My threat didn’t seem to faze either of them, so I crawled up, keeping my dress down and my cloak I had set off to the side so as not to be a hindrance for the mage. Staring up at the dirty and oddly low hanging ceiling, despite it being a dome, I found things becoming comfortably peaceful.
“You should be falling into a sedated state.”
“Hmm?” My voice rumbled softly in my own head.
“She’s ready.”
Though the world had certainly taken on a more nebulous form, I could feel the mage take hold of my bandaged arm and the sudden, raw tingling of cold air rubbing against the wound as he removed the fabric.
“Do you think you could remove all the magic you have placed on her?” The old mage was surprisingly loud beside me. “It would make my job easier.”
“I can, but my work is all that’s been keeping her from feeling the poison’s effects. There is no telling what may happen if I do.”
“That’s one reason for her sedated state, but I simply cannot put her out completely, she must have some consciousness.”
“No, I understand.” Another hand took hold of my injured limb, and from the fuzzy but loud voices, I assumed it was the Immortal’s touch.
“Jade,” my head twitched back at the whisper near my ear. “Please prepare yourself. This is going to be painful.”
My eyes blinked sleepily in a form of response to his words. His hand gripped firmly while an abrupt and odd feeling washed across my body, like plastic wrap being pulled off my skin. It wasn’t until the sensation reached the bruised parts of my body that I felt the pain I had been warned of.
A sharp inhale rushed into my lungs, my eyes ripped wide open while tears began forming and streaming down my cheeks, pooling warmly at my ears. I held in any screams, trying very hard to bite back the piecing agony. Once his hand lifted from my arm, my body set itself into matters of its own and shot a series of spasms through my left side. A few whines managed to slip between my lips until the Immortal’s large hands took hold of my limb and shoulder to stop the movements.
It seemed as though I could feel every single pore on my body, each one’s hair standing up straight in shock of the pain that ran its way through all the nerves which were settled beneath the peculiar markings along my side. Even being sealed by the Immortal’s hands didn’t keep me from the impossible urge and need to writhe, jolt, and wriggle about with the futile attempt to dull the aches.
The elderly mage once again placed his hands firmly upon my arm, far tighter than he had previously. A part of me really wanted to tell him to let go, both of them actually, but I didn’t seem to have maintained a connection from my brain to my mouth…all that slipped away were moans and whines and airy exhales.
“My my my,” the old man mumbled “this girl has an incredible amount of layers on her.”
“What? How many?”
“I can’t say, but it’s a great deal. Quiet strong and very tough. I may need some assistance.”
I followed the man with my watery eyes as he left my side and went to place his bony hand upon the wall, which looked to be the large tree’s center. I wished for a better view, but my body would not cooperate. While my ears were picking up sound like the world was shouting, as his thin lips moved I couldn’t make out any of it.
Slowly I made another forceful convulsion. However, no matter how strongly I tried, the Immortal kept me firmly in place, allowing only my pitiful exclamations and hot tears free.
Just as my eyes finally cleared themselves of my latest bought of sobs, I saw the old man step forward, though this time he had a companion at his side. Lovely, tall, slender, a woman I had never seen before though oddly familiar. Dark, dirt brown locks waved haphazardly around her face and drifted far past her shoulders, a few leaves and twigs nestled in the mess, and the ends of delicately pointed ears peeking through the loose curls. Her features were soft but strong, all done in creamy skin. A smooth though powerful brow touched slightly by widow’s peak bangs with thin, short eyebrows that seemed to be in two parts, the main, though tapered, piece and a little bit cut off…almost like the beginning of a dotted line. A petite, gently tipped nose sloped down to plump lips with a mild cherubic v, and the small chin of a near heart shaped face. But, of all this, my gaze finally settled upon her golden eyes. I knew those eyes. Big, warm, full of wonder and childish intent, lined with dark lashes to further accentuate the emotions always dancing in her bright orbs. And like an accent to them, two dark speckle marks just a bit beneath the lower lids added to her otherworldly appearance.
My lips parted to greet Autumn, but obviously couldn’t seem to form the right words. Nevertheless, she smiled gaily as usual and pressed a long finger lightly against my trembling mouth to stop my trying.
“What could you have possibly gotten into to make me appear in my full form?”
She tucked some of her wild hair behind an ear, and though, now a bit relieved of some hair, I noticed they were not quite like the small ones she apparently wore the times I saw her. No, they were much longer, finely shaped, and it seemed cut in three places similar to the appearance of small leaves hanging from a branch. Each end faded lightly with a calm green; everything added to the earthy glow she possessed.
A graceful hand touched my forehead, which I tried and failed to follow.
“Wow, you were right, my friend.” She sighed heavily, “You do realize that you’ll owe me greatly, Tahlk.”
“Yes, yes, I’m quite aware.” He waved her comment off and returned to his place, with Autumn at my opposite side.
With the way all three of them held onto me, I felt they may be trying to tear me apart at the seams. Thankfully Autumn’s grip was far more delicate than the two men, not that she wasn’t digging into my limbs as well. Pulling strongly at each of them, I still continued to spasm and writhe at the pain, which was happily a bit duller now that I had three magically inclined people forcing my body against an old table in the center of an even older tree.
“You ready?” Autumn loudly questioned, to which each man nodded quickly. Just as I was about to shut my eyes tightly for whatever the hell they were going to do next, my once child friend turned her calming face to mine. “We’re going to wipe all the magic out of your system rather than try to remove the poison itself. I don’t know what may be uncovered, so, good luck Jade.”
I tried to give a small smile of understanding, though I felt like I may have only grimaced with slightly, not exactly calm eyes.
Chapter Thirteen
The Catalyst
Chapter Thirteen
“Do you have any fabrics in deep green?” I gently set down some blue and white wrapped cloth onto several other objects I had collected in my time at the small though deceivingly bountiful shop in town.
Kaiden had been likewise rushing alongside me as I tried to think of the things I needed.
“There are several in that color…here hold on,” he went over to a corner in the far end of the store and rustled around a bit before coming back with what appeared to be another selection of fabric. “This is actually really rare, dad said not to bring it out unless the customer was right…I think you’re the sort that deserves it.”
I glanced at him with immense confusion before drifting to look at the bunch in his arms. It was a dark, warm green perhaps an emerald color.
“It’s called silk.”
My fingers lightly trailed against the material, “this is most definitely silk.” I moved to take the bundle from him, to which he allowed though with a mixture of emotion on his face.
“You know what this is?”
“Of course I do.” The stitching was incredibly well done; I found that an excited smile was growing on me. “This is excellent work.”
“How...how can you possibly know this fabric so well?” Kaiden’s face was still, if not far more perplexed then when I first took hold of the item.
“Oh, uh, sorry…I uh used to make clothing as a side job when I was younger, my grandmother taught me. I was often given the pieces that included things like lace, silk, jewels, or other delicates or intricate fineries. It’s been a long while since I have seen such well made silk.”
“No. No.” He shook his head forcefully a few times, looking just as confused. “That can’t be possible, silk hasn’t been created for years…decades…maybe even centuries.” He blinked profusely and gesticulated in equal amounts. “U-unless you’re uuuh – the-then you can’t be more than what, 17 or 18, maybe 19 years old…” He seemed to be breathing faster, running his callused fingers through his sandy hair in some form of anxiety.
“Yes, I’m 18.” I tucked the fabric beneath my arm to better my position in speaking with him. “Unless I’m what? What are you talking about?”
“Uhhh, I…I shou—no never mind, um is-is there anything else you’d like?”
I opened my mouth to counter, but he quickly began speaking again before I was able. “We have many varieties of threading and ribbon, if you’d like?”
“I...uhh...” gently I sighed with a small grin, “sure, that would be helpful.”
Kaiden laid out a few large, flat boxes filled with myriad assortments of thread in different sizes, types, colors, and amounts. There were many needles protruded from everything and ribbons of just as many varieties as threading looked to be littered even more chaotically than any other object in the containers.
Quickly I meandered through and pulled out several colors of string and ribbon, as well as a couple needles in different lengths and gauges.
Before I finished searching around I noted two brilliant azure ribbons lying somewhat quaintly upon a large puff of cloth bursting with needles. Immediately the Immortal’s soft onyx eyes came to mind, “these would look great in contrast…” my mumbling didn’t seem to bother Kaiden, although I gave him an apologetic look.
As I stroked the soft ribbons, my eyes dropped with a lengthy sigh.
“What?” Kaiden tried to look into my face though it was down and covered partially now by the hood I wore.
I peeked an eye up to his curious brown ones, and laughed casually. “Nothing really, I just need to find a few more things than I anticipated now.”
“Why’s that?”
Wrapping the blue strips around my fingers, “because it’s just how I am.”
He looked confounded but didn’t ask me anything else.
“Um, what other sort of goods do you have which are similar to this?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like uh,” I bit my lip in thought “something, kind of manly and uh...hmmm, I-I have no idea.” A light giggle escaped me.
“Well, I can rustle up a bunch of things and you can see what catches your eye.”
Before I even answered, he began collecting bits and bobs from all over, seemingly as if he were avoiding longer than necessary conversation.
Kaiden was quite fast, running around from one place to another, picking up objects and tossing them into a box near where I stood. He had amassed quite a collection when I gripped his shoulder at his latest toss, stopping him.
He jerked slightly, “oh, thanks.” A heavy sigh of relief and exhaustion slipped from beneath his words.
“Of course. I was worried you were on some sort of autopilot.” I gave him a friendly smile though he just furrowed his brow at my comment.
“So, let’s see what you found!” The moment felt slightly awkward to me, though he didn’t seem fazed, at least not any longer.
I began to rustle about through the box, several of the pieces seemed no better then something I would find in a measly dollar store, however others showed some promise and were nice even if still knick-knacky.
Just as I was about to ask for something else to look at, my hand pulling away, the smooth texture of leather brushed my fingertips. Digging back into the objects I removed what appeared to be a sort of leather wrist cuff. I ran my hands over each edge, a few bits of fray were evident, but all in all it was in fairly nice condition.
“This seems like him…” I rubbed the metal on the single buckle it had.
“Like who?” Kaiden had already begun moving the things back to their places.
“Hmm?” My attention shifted, “oh, just a friend.” I placed the cuff beside the two ribbons I had chosen earlier. “Now, just one more thing. Do you have any sort of…horse blankets?”
“Uhh…” he prepared to answer but closed his mouth, as though in disagreement with what he was about to say. “I have no idea.”
“Oh, well okay um..”
“No no, let me check around for a minute.”
“Alright.”
He yet again vanished among the shop’s collections, while I stayed by my large pile with my eyes keenly gazing upon the two gifts I had picked out. I couldn’t help but smile as I thought of giving them.
Suddenly Kaiden appeared, stepping towards the door in the back. “I’ll be right back.”
I quirked a brow as the door shut, his face had looked almost nervous. “…hmm, I wonder why?”
There was a quiet muffled voice from the other side, then a second; a conversation, perhaps? Another loud thud sounded, similar to when I first came upon the place and had made my way to the entrance I currently watched with uncertainty.
I had, yet again, contemplated going over and checking for myself but just as I began the movements to follow through with the idea the door pulled open hastily and shut just as fast with Kadien back on my side. In his arms was a large blanket, just like I had asked.
My face beamed happily, despite the future recipient of his current armload.
“You found one then?”
“Uh…” he giggled nervously, “not exactly.”
“Oh, then what did you find?”
“Well, we have had this back in the store room for a long time now. Father has always been…I don’t know, I would say he’s afraid of the thing but he denies it.”
“Afraid?” I eyed the piece curiously, “why would he be afraid of a blanket?”
“You see, according to the owner who first traded the blanket, it has an enchantment. The person never said whether they placed the magic on it or not, but dad always thought she had.”
“What sort of enchantment?” I looked it over, lightly touching parts of the plain looking material. “May I?”
“Oh, yes sure, of course, sorry.” He nearly shoved it into my hands; I was a little suspicious that he was also acting somewhat afraid of the unimpressive mantle himself.
“So, what does it do?”
“It changes according to the temperature of the wearer. If hot, then it cools the person and if cold then it warms the person. Supposedly, anyways.” He chuckled a little awkwardly, still seeming to be trying to hide his own uneasiness about the thing.
“That seems simple enough, what’s the big deal about it then? Why does it bother you?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged nonchalantly, however his eyes were in belief. “The woman who supposedly worked on it was a…well, no one really knew her that well, she was sort of mysterious and odd. There were all these rumors that she was the current slave to the Immortal nearest our town. That he had taken a witch in and was plotting something.”
“Slaves? Witches?” I moved my gaze to my ever-so-slightly fidgeting hands, my eyes not really seeing anything, then quietly mumbled “Just where on earth did I land?”
“Huh?”
“Oh …uh sorry, nevermind.” I shook my head slightly. “Um, I think I’ll take this though.”
“Really?” For a moment his wood brown eyes widened in shock, but he quickly reined it in, “Okay then.”
I set the folded blanket down with the rest of the things I had gotten for purchasing, “So ummm, slaves you mentioned? Why-why would the Immortal...er, well, an Immortal have slaves??”
“You really don’t live around here, do you? Are you from an entirely different continent or something?”
“Uhh…hmm, kinda.” I giggled softly and looked away with a bit of an awkward glance.
“Anywhere I would know?” He asked somewhat offhandedly while packing all my objects into boxes.
“Oh, no no I’m sure you haven’t.”
“So let me see, I think all this is about...” Kaiden glanced to the ceiling for a moment, lightly tapping his fingers, “around two hundred and ninety gold.”
“Wow, umm okay, just a sec.”
Somewhat clumsily, I reached into the cloak and pulled from a small sewn-in pocket the pouch the Immortal had given me as we parted ways. I really REALLY hoped that he had given me enough money, or gold I guess, in order to pay for things. It would be horribly rude and embarrassing to have to leave this nice man without buying anything because the Immortal has a cheap side.
I furrowed my brow at the thought while loosening the bag strings.
The pieces inside glimmered with a dim shine, I moved towards better lighting to see what sort of number I was dealing with when a bright glare caused me to look away briefly. Once my eyes had adjusted I peeked into the bag again to examine the contents.
I gasped harshly.
I held what appeared to be numerous gold coins, all of which had a crude “5 0 0” carved into them; a bag full of gold coins, all worth 500 gold each. Jostling the bag over and over, I found that there were around twenty coins, every one the same as the last, all shiny and new looking, all with the same number.
“That’s-that’s…twenty times five hundred….so..so…that’s ten..thousand..gold…HOLY SHIT!” Just barely catching the bag before it smacked into the wood flooring, I could feel the red blush on my face.
Kaiden was looking extremely baffled, a bag of what looked like rice starting to spill from his hold.
“I-I-I-I am so so sorry, I’m…I was just…just, a little startled. I mean I-I don’t really curse, at least I try not to…sometimes it just..I mean… involuntary really.”
“No no, really, it’s alright I don’t mind.” He sat down the bag.
“Well um, I uhh…I think I’ll need change.” I was really getting nervous after my outbreak. It hadn’t even occurred to me that I would have to pay for everything while not knowing a single fact about how this world functioned. My only hope was that Kaiden wouldn’t become suspicious or just kick me out for continued oddity.
With some hesitance, I placed one of the polished gold coins onto the table between the two of us. His eyes seemed taken aback though he picked up the money and said nothing out of the ordinary; for which I was truly thankful.
“Been a while since someone’s paid with a five hundred gold piece,” he chuckled suddenly. “It’s also been a long while since anyone has gotten so much at one time.”
I could tell he was trying to ease my discomfort, but I just felt so off…especially knowing I had ten thousand in gold just sitting calmly in my hand. Most especially, because I was beginning to worry how I was possibly going to get all these crates back to Orion…and then back to the tower…merely thinking about it made me want to hide in a corner.
“Um, I apologize if it’s inconvenient. And uh, do you think it would be alright if I could leave these here until I am able to contact my companion.”
“Sure, that’s fine, as long as you make certain to pick them up today. I can’t have crates of goods laying around for no reason.”
“Oh, of course!” I leaned forward on the surface separating us. “I just simply I can’t carry all these myself, I’m sure my friend will be able to get transport.”
“It’s okay, calm down.” He giggled with his hands out in a placating manner.
“I’m sorry…I guess I’m a bit more flustered than I had thought. I’ve had a few very interesting couple of weeks lately, I suppose it has me a little on edge.” Lightly I began chewing on my lower lip, my fingers slowly wrapping and unwrapping an escaped strand of my hair.
“No problem, just come by whenever your friend is able.” He smiled kindly, though before he turned I thought I saw a small twitch at his mouth.
It unnerved me to think he was uncomfortable in my presence, I couldn’t think why he would be in the first place…other than because I’m certainly not a member of this region; a stranger.
As he placed the coins down onto the counter surface, I opened my mouth to speak. “Um...” I slightly reached my hand out, a gesture towards him, but then quickly retracted. “Nevermind.”
He thankfully hadn’t noticed my attempt at friendly contact and nodded to me in cordial goodbye before walking back through the door in the far wall.
I released a long, drawn out sigh, my limbs shaking slightly from the anxiety that still pumped through my veins. There was still only half a chance that I could even get the Immortal to listen about helping me, let alone having him actually do anything about all this. The crates bore into my brain with the sad way they rested on the ground beside me, however there was really little I could do now. Silently I prayed that this Kaiden would keep his agreement and hold the items for my return. It would be hell, but if need be I would gladly attempt to drag each one back if it meant new clothes, food, and hygiene products. The taste of the odd toothpaste-like substance in my grandmother’s bathroom was a pastime to be lovingly forgotten.
“At least I can give these,” I ran my fingers gently along the deep blue ribbons I had chosen earlier. They were soft and oddly well made for such a minor accessory. “Perhaps it will prompt the Immortal to agree with moving the boxes.”
With one last glance at my purchases, I turned and headed through the cluttered rows of knick-knacks, then weapons, then material flowing like water from its shelves. After barely missing a large stand with dangling chimes, I managed to slip out the door and into the quiet alley. Colorful lights and cheerful noises were coming from the more open part of the city; “it appears that the festival the Immortal spoke of has finally been started. Wonder how long it’s been going on?”
Despite my dislike of crowded areas, I found myself a little compelled to want to investigate, but I really didn’t have the time to. “Shame.”
I shrugged briefly then headed towards the very festival I couldn’t take part in, as it was the only way for me to return to where I originally left the Immortal. With any luck I would be as inconspicuous as the old gentleman had suggested.
Pausing at a darkened building’s edge, I let my head ever so slightly come out to peer at the people who were now congregating at full volume in the large spacious area of the city’s center. As I moved to head along the equally dim wall of shops and houses, a light tug at my cloak distracted my attention.
Looking down, I caught the curious grin of a small girl with large brown eyes staring up at me. “Have you seen my mommy?”
My mouth hung open and I couldn’t help but blink several times. I had two options, make a timely meeting with the Immortal to see the mage or help the lost young girl find her mother.
“Uhh….”
Chapter Six
The Catalyst
Chapter Six
“What are you doing, Jade?”
“Just…wandering. Why do you ask, Grandmother?”
“Don’t you know where you are, dear?”
“Uh, not really, I guess.” I stopped my feet. I had never really thought about it, but in fact I had no idea where I was or how I got there. “I’m just…here.” I exhaled. “Grandmother, where am I?”
I waited to hear the soft sound of my grandmother’s voice, however the silence continued. I glanced around only to notice that there was nothing and no one anywhere near me. The ground beneath my feet was rough and barren, going off into the distance endlessly. As I watched the clear sky move slowly up above I felt a tremor run up through my body and abruptly my legs gave out, dropping me to the earth I stood upon.
My hands pushed in opposition to the ground with my nails digging into the hard soil. I harshly bit my lip; breathing had suddenly become so difficult.
A cold wind rushed against my side, forcing me to the ground completely. I looked in the direction the gust had come from and saw a huge, black, mist-like mass gradually soaking up all the light that was filtering down to the wasteland I seemed trapped in. The being before me groaned with deafening strength, compelling me to shield my ears.
Finally able, I stood up awkwardly, facing the center of the darkness. It was almost mesmerizing, staring as I was, and the longer I watched, I began to notice a small figure appearing in the depth. I stepped forward without thinking, merely so that I could see more clearly. Just as I started to reach my hand toward the small creature forming in the black, two bright lavender eyes opened, knocking me backwards with invisible force.
Quickly, I jumped up and looked around, but instead saw the light of early morning shining on the floor of my grandmother’s bedroom. My chest rose and fell with rapid breaths; apparently it was only a dream.
“I’ve never dreamt something that felt so real before.” I sighed, exhaling a long withheld breath of anxiety. “…So real.”
I held my head in my hands as my body calmed down from the insanity of what I felt just happened. It was very strange, my thoughts wandered against my will back to the dream, a small black mass with lavender eyes…
I looked up again, staring briefly at the desk against the wall where my two fruits sat quietly, frozen like crystal. I had managed to perform the frozen spell once more on the peach from The Immortal’s garden.
“The Immortal!” I threw the covers off my legs and jumped to the floor to quickly put my clothes on.
I hadn’t seen the Immortal for almost three days now. “It’s a good thing I had found a bathroom on our way back to the room last time or I probably would have gotten lost and died in this damn tower looking for one.” I slipped into the bare minimum of my clothes, as I wanted to go and try and find him as soon as possible. I put on the under part of my dress and laced up the back.
As I opened the door and began heading into the hall, I attempted to comb through my hair with my fingers. “I wish I had a hair brush…I probably look horrible. But seeing as there is no time for me to head into the bathroom and take a quick shower...err, more like a bath really, I’ll simply have to bear with it.” I sighed.
I managed to find a staircase, however due to the darkness and the fact I had spent nearly all my time in my grandmother’s sun lit room, I was still not accustomed to walking around in the black of the tower.
Once I reached the floor again I turned both ways, I couldn’t remember which direction we had originally come from, or if there was even a way, or if it was a huge room or a small passage, or if I stepped forward I’d fall into a hole. It was simply too hard to see; to some degree I could make things out but otherwise I was barely able to notice my own hand in front of my face. “Crap.” My voice sounded quiet and minute.
I chewed on my lip as I thought, eventually I decided on right and once I found the wall I moved across it slowly as far as I could. There were a few instances where I came across a door…but not knowing what I would find kept me from looking, even though each time my side smacked into a doorknob my curiosity grew. I didn’t want to come across something I would wish I hadn’t, or perhaps irritate the Immortal, I didn’t think I wanted to piss off the man kind enough to let me, a stranger, stay here. “I suppose I’m not exactly a stranger. I mean he knew my grandmother, and from her stories I almost feel like I know him myself. Well, maybe a little anyways.”
I giggled slightly, which echoed in the hall.
Once I calmed down I heard a small wind blowing from somewhere near me, or at least it sounded as though it was near me. It was difficult sometimes to tell where a noise was coming from in these passages. I continued moving forward until I came across dim light drifting from a somewhat ajar door at the end of another corridor to my left. I could see an opened balcony similar to the one in my grandmother’s bedroom although it appeared to be larger. Perhaps it was one of the other real windows I had noticed outside the tower.
I walked toward it, heading through easily without holding against the wall to know where I was going. I placed my hands on the door’s side and edged it open so that I didn’t make a sound.
The room was enormous; books on large wooden shelves lined three of the five walls in the place. There were also two large old desks placed side-by-side, each having antique objects such as lamps and stationary sets. Lining yet another wall was a huge bed with four posts reaching up to the high lifting ceiling, on either side sat a nightstand lined with books and papers as well as a few old fashioned pens and identical twin lamps, both of which appeared to be oil fueled. Up along the last wall hung several types of weapons, most were sword-like in appearance, there were also a few bunches of daggers, some axes of different types, many spears and staff shaped poles, and at the top of this impressive collection were a couple odd looking guns, none of which were overly familiar to me. On the floor just beneath the arsenal rack was a bench with a few disheveled towels and blood looking stains spread upon it.
I reached my hand out and ran it along one of the larger claymore-like swords that had a strange greenish stone engraved into the blade. “You’re very beautiful.” Grandmother had once taken some sword handling lessons and because of that she had a few antique ones she kept in her home. She always told me that a sword is precious to its handler, just like a child to a parent; you always refer to them by gender and name. In fact, I would even on occasion talk to them when my cousin, Daela or grandmother, or my uncle weren’t around.
“I may not know your name, but you seem female to me.”
I stroked the stone gently when a sudden chill slipped in through the window. I turned around; I was tempted to close the balcony doors, however I didn’t want anyone to know I had been here.
Glancing about the room again, my curious urge couldn’t be stopped. I walked as lightly as I could as I moved over to look at the many things spread out on the nightstands. The papers were old looking, not unlike the ones in grandmother’s grimoire, with lovely articulate letters spread on it. I sifted through a few of the books but paused when I came across one that reminded me of a notebook or journal.
I felt a bit bad for snooping, everything about this room felt untouched and aged, however something continued to push me forward and so I opened the cover finding not only words but also sketching. Some was really incredible, practically photo-like sketching.
They looked like plans or something, although nearly every page was in different languages; there were a few that appeared familiar and some I didn’t think were even from my world, and probably weren’t. To be honest, I was a bit disheartened that I couldn’t read it. While still flipping through the pages I saw a drawing of a young woman, and she continued to appear numerous times, the majority of the notebook was filled with her. I stopped my scanning when a full-page portrait came up, and as I traced the lines with my eyes I found her familiar. I remembered back in my grandmother’s home, all the photographs she had and realized that this…was her. There was something different about her here though, her eyes seemed unsure but happy. Far happier than much of the time I was with her back at home. Her hair was cut a bit differently also.
“Grandmother was so lovely.” A sudden tear fell onto the page. “Oh damn!” I dabbed at the mark and blew on it as carefully as I could, and thankfully the mark lifted, for the most part. I quickly shut the journal and set it back under the books and loose papers. Hopefully it would dry completely and no one would be the wiser if they came to open it.
I moved away from the stand and noticed that there were a few empty and filled sheaths hanging on the banister opposite me. Unfortunately my notice of those belted holders drew my eyes to a green chaise which had the Immortal’s shirt draped upon it. The very one I had seen him wearing the last day I was with him.
“Oh hell…this is his bedroom.”
Now I felt even more like a trespasser than before.
Well, I suppose that it’s not the end of the world; I had been trying to find him. “If I wait here, he’d have to show up eventually. Although, if I wait here, there is no way he wouldn’t know that I probably rummaged about his room.” Then, as per usual, my thoughts wandered off a bit, “I wonder when he actually sleeps anyway?”
There had to be some way I could contact him, especially in a place this large. I walked over to the still opened door and slipped out, making sure to close it just enough to match were it had been before I came. I edged back through the hall until I made it to the crossroads were I turned from earlier. I headed left in order to go along my original path. I hoped.
After a heart-racing trip down a few stairs I managed to take hold of the banister, catching myself before I fell the entire way. Once I made it past the rather long set of stairs I ended up in the room I had first fallen into, meeting the shocked Immortal and a strange pink eyed woman. The ceiling was still broken with my blood spattered on the remnants of it, which sat despondently in piles on the flooring. I lifted a few pieces and looked nostalgically at the splintered edges where my blood soaked into the fibers. I winced at the vague memory, dropping the wood back to its place.
“Exploring?”
I leapt back, running into the broken wall beside the mess on the ground. An average sized woman, running closer to petite, stepped out from behind the floating wall in the center of the room. As she faced me her eyes opened fully, revealing two vividly pink marbles grinning at me on a breathtakingly beautiful face.
“You’re that woman the Immortal had imprisoned.”
“Oh no, we were merely playing a little game.”
“Game? Torture is hardly a game.” I stood firmly in place, mostly because I knew nothing about this woman to be uncomfortable in her presence.
“Hmm, perhaps it isn’t.” Her exposed shoulders shrugged, however, her gaze flickered to me with a dark mischievous glimmer. “To some.”
That was a bit unnerving; my own gaze began to watch her closely as a strange uncertainty started to slip through my veins. Suddenly her body seemed to vibrate and one blink later she stood directly in front of me, her eyes looking at my own with an expression that was rather unnerving.
“You know, I think you really are Guinn’s granddaughter. Your faces are a similar, and yet, not.” She giggled lightly, running a finger along my jawline.
I turned away from her touch, trying to maintain the blankest expression I could manage.
She scoffed with an amused look and, swift as lightning, I was tossed onto the floor where two loud brakes were made near my ears. I looked up and the woman was hovering over me, her hands dug into the wood beside my head. As I watched above me, her golden hair slid off her shoulders and fell onto my arms; the tresses were smooth but oddly slick and cold, chilling my skin.
“I think you’re much prettier though. Like a lovely porcelain doll.” I felt her fingers playing with my hair and running along my neck and collarbone. “Must be sure not to break you.”
I tried not to focus on her as she lowered her head to mine, the skin of her cheek touching my own. She was soft but cool, rather than warm like a person would normally be. I heard as she inhaled.
“You smell warm and sweet, just like strawberries wrapped in rich chocolate cake.” She licked her fingers, her face appearing to be in delicious thought, “I love strawberries”. I tried to slip from beneath her, but while her eyes were still shut she quickly placed a finger on my forehead, holding me completely still. “Precious dolls shouldn’t try to escape.”
“I am not a doll!”
Her face looked saddened by my words, but only for a moment. She quickly grinned again, “hmm, fiery are you? You should be careful though, you might burn up.” She laughed.
Abruptly, her amusement stopped.
In that moment, I become aware of a blood red satin ribbon with the bow on the side tied around her neck and attached to the center knot was a lone silver chain link. The fetter was strangely compelling, if I weren’t held down I would have been drawn to try and touch it.
“Oh damn, I wanted to play more.” She stood up lithely, pulling me with her and distracting my thoughts from the reflecting object around her neck. Her pink eyes caught mine once more, her hand moving to gently stroke my hair. “Until next time, precious doll.”
Right as I went to slap away her hand she was already at the far wall, grinning with a light giggle. In a flick of the eye, she appeared to vibrate again and then she was gone.
I felt as though her eyes were burnt into my brain. They were strange, almost like they were seeing through me and into my soul, and yet, strangely glassy and slick, like her hair. Although, what hung in my memory the most was the silver link that was joined with the ribbon neatly tied around her slender neck. Considering how strongly it called to me, I wondered if it were enchanted or something…though I suppose I could have also just discovered the unknown urges of onset kleptomania. “As if that’s even a thing.” I mumbled.
“Jade, why are you here?”
The Immortal stood in the doorway of the room, his eyebrows down in confusion.
“Uh, it-it was an accident. I just kind of wandered in here…I was looking for you, actually.”
“Me?”
“Well, yes. I mean, I haven’t seen you for three days. Haven’t you wondered where I’ve been? If I needed something? I mean, I haven’t gotten to eat either! Have you even eaten? Do you even eat at all?” My thoughts were sort of on the spam setting, hands held on my hips, the pent up irritation from that bizarre and unsettling experience with that woman seemed to be flowing free as I babbled. Plus, I really don’t know why I hadn’t realized it earlier, but I was very hungry. “Where have you been anyway?” I seemed to finish my rant and quirked a brow at him, with still kind of clouded but strong interest.
He shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ve been busy.”
“Don’t you think the person who is also now apparently living here would like to be aware of that? And you still have no food I bet.”
“Not as of yet, no.”
I groaned. “Immortal, there needs to be food here. I don’t know what or when you ever eat, if at all, but it obviously isn’t here seeing as everything is decades, if not centuries old.”
“I generally eat when I’m out. There is little need to have food here.”
“Well now there is. I’m here and I need to eat.”
He sighed and left the room.
Hastily I ran after him. “You said there was a town nearby…”
He blinked several times, seemingly in thought. “I never said anything like that.”
Crap, that was Caleb. “Uh, I suppose I thought it was you. Must have been something I considered asking about while speaking to you at one point.”
He said nothing and I exhaled thankfully. “So?”
“So what?”
I scoffed, “So is there a town or not?”
“Yes there is. Two, in fact.”
“Good, then would you please come with me to get some food? I would really love to have a decent meal. Plus…” I rubbed my arm, already feeling the weirdness of the moment that hadn’t, if ever, happened yet. “It would be kind of awkward to just stroll into a big place I have never been to as a complete stranger, who knows nothing all about them or this world, by myself.”
He was silent for a few minutes.
Does he really need to think about taking someone who hasn’t eaten for days to get food? I nearly mumbled that passing thought right as he began to reply to my question.
“I suppose. I do need to get a few things.”
“I thought you said you were just out? What were you doing then?” I quickened my pace to stand beside him and glanced up at his face.
He smirked ever so slightly, knowing I was probing him for slipped out secrets. “I wasn’t out doing errands.”
“Ah, well what were you doing?” I smiled sarcastically at him.
“Nothing of consequence.”
“Hmm,” I huffed. “That’s just a fancy way of not telling me.”
“Perhaps.”
“Fine then. Buuut, you’ll be taking me to town, yes?”
We were paused in the intersection where the Immortal’s bedroom was hidden down the right corridor.
“I’ll go and finish getting dressed. You meet me there once you have whatever it is you may need.” I babbled off the arrangement like I were reading a list of what to do.
In his usual tone, “Of course, milady.”
“Oh, don’t be facetious.”
He quietly exhaled a tiny laugh at me. I smiled to myself; luckily he didn’t seem upset with me anymore. I had almost forgotten in all that had gone on the past three days how angry he was that evening when he found me with the grimoire.
While I moved along the passages to get to my room, I felt my heart beat faster. I didn’t realize how excited I would be to go into the town of another world, especially one as interesting as this. I wondered though if I was more excited as to what people would think of me, an unknown person appearing with the legendary Immortal at my side.
For a quick moment I felt my face burn.
Chapter Five
The Catalyst
Chapter Five
CRACK! POOF! BOOM!
I waved my hands fiercely, trying to move and disperse the smoke now swirling in angry clouds all around me. As the opaque fog began to clear I noticed the charred, broken bits of my ingredients spread in every direction.
“Crap…wrong again…”
I wiped all the debris from my clothes and started sweeping the excess pieces scattered on the floor into an increasingly large pile to my left. My hand reached back and grabbed yet another of the several random objects I had managed to find in the room. I set what appeared to be a half burnt shoe on the floor in front of me and then placed a few dead leaves I had found curled up in a corner on the balcony around it. I then gently placed a small heart shaped locket I had happened across in the drawer of my grandmother’s desk amongst the other pieces.
Quickly I went to make sure the doors of the balcony were still held open and with a brief glance to the sky, I ran back and kneeled before my pile of what appeared to be a conglomeration of useless junk.
“Ok…”I exhaled with determination.
I attempted reading another incantation I had found in the grimoire in hopes of finding the correct archaic translation for my grandmother’s English written spell. The locket flamed as it had done every time before, the leaves seeming to melt into the deformed footwear. However instead of freezing, as I had guessed the poem was for, the half flame-eaten shoe expanded. I leaned back from the chaos when it suddenly sucked itself into a thin mass and then fizzled up with the leaves as the locket flames enveloped it.
I thrust my fist against the floorboards. “Damn it!” Sighing, I sat down and then fell backward to the floor, covering my face with a tired arm.
“What are you doing?”
My eyes popped open and I turned back on my head to see who was behind me, as though I were standing and looking to the sky. Upside down, while leaning casually against my open balcony doors, stood my midnight intruder, Caleb. Though I was on the floor I could still make out his face, wearing the same smirk I remembered seeing the night before. “What are you doing?” I replied, somewhat sarcastically.
He chuckled lightly and sashayed over to where I was still lying in irritation with myself and leaned over me. “I asked first.”
“Just… shut up.” I rolled my eyes and sat up with my back to Caleb. I heard him step forward and mess with the pile of burnt ashes I had been making. “Stop that…”
“Stop what? I haven’t done anything.” Caleb appeared beside me and gracefully lowered himself to the floor. “But you have obviously got some issues.”
“No I don’t! I just…I just can’t figure out what these spells mean…” I looked to the open book but made my way back to staring sadly at my brand new pile of black residue. “I wish grandmother had made some sort of key to her spell book.” I leaned on my hand, several seconds ticking by in silence.
“They’re not that difficult.”
I had almost forgotten about Caleb, he seemed one to constantly make sure every person around was aware of him, and not hearing his voice made it seem as though I were alone again.
“It is difficult, Caleb. I can’t read this language. Plus I was never very good with finding meaning in poems anyway.”
“You don’t need to find meaning exactly…the words are simply over complicated. Guinn preferred being rather traditional in her homemade works.”
I looked at Caleb while he spoke; I never knew grandmother cared so much for customs…? “Can you understand them?”
“Of course.” He grinned proudly.
I reached for the grimoire and placed it in front of us, keeping the page with the English wording opened. I pointed a finger against the rough, ancient paper directly beneath the words of the small spell I had found and been attempting to decipher.
Frozen.
Drops of red wishes,
Bits of existence yet none that flow,
No breath to have,
Glow of life,
Dance of strength pulsed with text.
Simple answers,
Glean complex regrets.
“I don’t recognize this one; it must have been one of her last.”
I followed his quick moving eyes as he read through the words over and over. “So, do you know what it means?”
“Yes, it’s fairly simple. Permanent though.” He looked about the room several times and then abruptly jumped to his feet.
I watched him as he grabbed the apple I had placed on the desk. He seemed to look it over with great intensity. His violet eyes turned to me as he walked lithely back to where I was sitting.
“Use this.” The apple Caleb held suddenly dropped from above me; looking up I saw his face, a little more serious than I was used to. “Live matter is best for beginners.”
“This isn’t alive…” I turned the apple over in my palm.
“It may no longer be…but technically plants are living matter.”
Caleb’s even toned words were strange to my ears; he was acting very different. It was nice to know he had more than just perverted sly as a setting in his brain.
While he returned to his position next to me, I set the apple on the floor. “Ok, so…now what?”
“I suppose it will be easiest to go line by line.”
“Alright then. Frozen…I assumed that was a title or the purpose of the spell.”
“Pretty much, yes.”
“Ok then, drops of red wishes. What is that?”
Caleb took firm hold of my right hand, “Hey…” he slid his finger across my palm and a bleeding cut suddenly appeared out of my skin. “Why did you do that!?”
He shrugged nonchalantly at my question “It’s not my spell.” He moved my hand over the apple and squeezed with great strength, my bones felt like they would break from the force. Despite the pain, I continued to watch curiously as blood seeped from my hand and fell onto the apple, coating it in dark red splotches. “One down.” His grip was released and reasserted itself on a few strands of my hair, which he pulled out with no care for me.
“OW! Stop abusing my body!”
He chuckled with a grin as he dropped the few long hairs onto the blood-covered apple. “Bits of existence, yet none that flow.” He spoke.
I rubbed my head gently as he yet again stood up. “Where are you going? I thought you were helping me?” I turned and followed him with my eyes.
“I am helping you.” He quietly shut the double doors of the balcony. “No breath to have. It means the air around the spell must be stagnant, no wind at all.”
“Does that mean we can’t breathe either?”
“Yes, but only when we begin the incantation.”
I had all this time been watching Caleb move all over the room doing this and that and it was slowly dawning on me that perhaps Caleb wasn’t as bad as I had first thought. After all, if grandmother was close with him he must have something redeeming about him; idiots always put her off.
“Now for the Glow of Life.” Caleb opened his hand up at the ceiling and closed his eyes. I watched with interest, first at his hand then his face. He opened his mouth and began quickly forming words; however I didn’t hear anything, which deepened my attention in what he was doing.
Suddenly an intensely bright orb of light ripped itself into existence a few inches from the bedroom ceiling. I had to shield my eyes from the blaze; the small sphere looked exactly like a miniature sun.
“Hmm, not my best.” Caleb lowered his hand and turned back to me.
I quirked my brow at him “Do you make a habit of creating small suns or something? Because…that’s just weird.”
He laughed loudly at me.
I narrowed my eyes and then stuck out my tongue, which seemed to be my favorite expression of annoyance lately. “Well whatever. Now what do we do?”
“Not me, you.”
“But I can’t read this?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you how to pronounce everything.”
I sighed lightly and bit my lip. “Ok, but what does this line even mean? ‘Dance of Strength Pulsed with Text.’”
“It appears that Guinn tried to add hand motions to the incantation. HA, I swear she only did that to piss off whoever read this.” He chuckled a little.
“What? Why?”
“Sometimes she added things like that simply to irritate some of the other lower class witches in town. They always snuck peaks in her grimoire when she brought it into town and wasn’t looking.”
“There is a town here!?”
“Well, duh. Did you just think this world was an out of place, fucking castle in the middle of an abandoned forest?”
“Sort of…grandmother never really told me many things about other places. She rarely mentioned other people besides The Immortal.”
Caleb’s face ruffled in anger for a brief moment before he took my hand and quickly sliced it once again as he ran his finger’s edge against my palm. The same palm he had cut earlier, though strangely the prior cut was gone.
“AH, What the HELL!?” I tried to pull my hand from him but he held it exact and in place.
“I’m doing what I’m supposed to do. She doesn’t actually want you to do motions to the text, she wants two more drops of blood added, one before and one after you read the spell.”
My face softened in mild shock and confusion. “How do you know that?”
“Guinn and I were very close; I know a lot of things about her.”
His face seemed blank as he moved my hand over the apple and squeezed it, however this time his grip felt weaker than his earlier bone crushing one. I winced slightly from the pain and chewed on the inside of my lip while watching drops of blood fall back to coat the already clotting blood from before.
“Caleb…are…are you alright?” He gave my hand back and I rubbed it gently, until I noticed the still bleeding abrasion begin to suture itself up.
“Yes, I’m fine. Here read these words, I wrote each to suit the way they would be pronounced.” He sat a piece of paper in front of me with characters written on them almost as though they had been typed.
“How did you..?” I pointed to the parchment in front of me.
“Magic, Jade.”
“Duh, sorry.” I shook my head briefly and then nodded. “So I simply read this over the apple, and what, it will freeze?”
“Should, just make sure you don’t mess up. One screwed up word alters the entire thing.”
“Thanks for the confidence.” I scoffed.
“Sure, anything to help.” He smirked sarcastically.
“Ugh, well hush up. Oh, and don’t breath, remember, I’m about to start.”
I took a deep breath and started to read the few lines of the ritual.
“Glayceealis,
Occoombow of rootilus vota,
Secooi of veeta eteeamnoonc noolloos oot permoveeo,
Hawd spearitus habayo,
Tripoodeeo of veares comotus per lacoona.
Simplex refero,
Mico ooniversa desiderium.”
Before I let myself take a breath, I moved my hand over the apple and allowed the last remaining drop of blood from my nearly healed wound to slip onto the fruit. Suddenly the clotted blood surrounding the red skinned apple began to fizz slightly, followed by small quick exploding bubbles which turned over on themselves, freezing instantly once popped. The splatters combined to make a solid layer of ice, however after a few moments in the makeshift sun the ice slid off the once blood covered skin, revealing a perfectly crystallized apple.
“Oh my gosh.” I lifted the fruit carefully and watched it gleam in the mini sun’s rays. “This is amazing…I can’t believe I did this!”
“Technically, we did this, since you couldn’t figure out the text.” Caleb poked a finger against my forehead.
I groaned at him as I stood to go place the apple beside the peach I also had sitting on the old desk.
“Well, as I read from the paper I realized that I actually did know what that is. The writing is Latin. I wasn’t able to notice it because I never actually took the class at school, my friend did, and she always joked around by reciting it exactly as it was spelled. Because, of course, as no one really knows how it is pronounced, they can’t know whether the idea they have for its pronunciation is correct or not.” I laughed mildly as I came back to stand beside Caleb.
“Yeah, that’s not funny.”
“Well, we thought it was.”
“Ok..well, now I’m going to go and not be here with your ‘Latin’.” He stood up and started backing towards the door, giving me sarcastic air quotes as he said Latin.
I frowned at his annoying behavior. “Sometimes I wonder whatever possessed me not to knock you out when you first snuck into my room.”
“Because I’m sexy.”
“Get out!”
He laughed at my command and continued to do so as he leapt from the balcony and away from the tower.
All I could do was sigh as I rolled my eyes.
Chapter Four
The Catalyst
Chapter Four
I slowly pulled the threads stitched into an old white blanket spread over my grandmother’s bed. The nervous tears I made in the now slightly damaged bedding helped ease the anxious flutters from my last encounter with The Immortal. Even now, a good two hours later, I could still clearly see his hard black eyes glaring at me with anger and disgust.
“I don’t understand what I did wrong…”my sudden voice in the wide room sounded foreign and abrupt to my ears, especially with the long hours of relative silence. As I shifted position to better satisfy my comfort, clumped strands of my long black hair fell past my shoulder and pooled around my hands where I continuously fiddled with the loosened fibers. “I wonder why he got so upset.” I turned my head in thought while tumultuously picking at the cloth.
“Because he’s got a pole up his ass.” A sudden sarcastic male voice broke into my personal conversation with myself.
I looked up quickly with surprise, recoiling on the bed until I was sitting up straight, facing the intruder. He was leaning casually against the edge of the open balcony doors, a smirk gracing his features.
“Who the hell are you?” I furrowed my brow and watched him closely, in wait for his answer.
He shrugged slightly and pulled off the wall to head toward the bed with hands held up as he sighed. “Questions, questions. What’s wrong with being a mystery?” He peeked at me from beneath closed eyes and grinned while dropping his arms, crossing them against his chest.
“I suppose I prefer knowing who the perpetrator is beforehand.” I mirrored his movements, in some way demonstrating that I was playing along.
“Perpetrator? What makes you think I’ve come to do something that my incriminate me?”
“You snuck in, how would I know what you’re thinking?” I raised my brow with a mischievous smile tugging at my lips.
“Valid points.” He nodded to me, similar to a gesture of gentlemanly defeat.
I released my arms and, against my natural instincts, crawled toward the man, though I kept enough distance in order to move back if necessary. I looked up at his lowered face and noticed his still smirking lips below nearly closed eyes. “So, who are you then?” I cocked my head while still gradually edging closer to the man in anticipation.
Nothing happened for several minutes. I opened my mouth to speak again and in an abrupt flash the man grabbed my hand, pulled me off the bed and let me land directly on his lips. My eyes were open wide; his strong hold around my waist edged me closer, while his other hand cradled my face along the jawline. I must have been about a foot or so off the ground.
My brain was not really working correctly and so I felt my body take matters into its own…well, hands. His eyes opened and looked at mine, I couldn’t make out a single expression in those exquisitely bold violet colors. Suddenly I saw my fist come hurling towards the man’s cheek; when the skin, muscle, and bone collided with his face my lips and body were freed as the victim of my blow nearly lost balance from the surprise and dropped me to the floor.
“What in the hell do you think you were doing!?” I glared angrily at his hidden face.
However, instead of whatever it was I had been expecting him to do, I heard a quiet, clear laugh erupt from his slightly hunched posture. “You are fiery, aren’t you?” He turned up to face me, still smirking, without any mark or drop of blood on his face.
I grimaced in confusion, noticing a sharp, growing throb of pain in my knuckles. “I really should have kept on with those kickboxing classes.” I whispered to myself, while examining my quickly bruising hand for any breaks.
“Kick boxing?”
I looked up, quickly noticing the perverted stranger staring at me with puzzlement in his features. I realized I had yet again spoken my thoughts. “Oh, um, it’s a sport…a type of fighting practice, I guess.” I shrugged as nonchalantly as I could manage.
“Fighting? You?”
True, I wasn’t really much of an actual fighter. I had started many things, only to move on quickly afterward. Uncertain of where this situation was heading I opted to stretch the truth, just a bit. “Yes, actually. I enjoy many sports; kickboxing, rock climbing, horseback riding, swimming; lots of things.” My voice ticked off several of the activities I had participated in, although my thoughts were already beginning to wander a bit off track. Mumbling, “Grandmother took me everywhere with her, anything interesting and unique.” I smiled longingly at the thoughts.
“Ah yes. And how is dear Guinn?”
I focused my drifting attention back on the man, leading me to notice how close he was to me. I took a step back, hitting the bed with my leg before I stopped. “What makes you think Guinn is my grandmother?”
“I can see it in your face. You look similar and yet not at all…there is just something new and different about you, it’s there, in your eyes.” He reached his hand out to me but I pulled away, nearly falling backward onto the bed. “Hmm…regardless, I welcome you my flaming beauty, I am Caleb.” He moved back a step and bowed low before me.
“Uh…thanks, um, I’m Jade.”
“May I ask you something, Jade?”
I leaned back more with my balance being secured by my hold on the bedpost beside me. “Sure, what is it?”
I watched cautiously as Caleb’s hand slid along the wooden post, his eyes watching mine. He suddenly grasped my steadying hand tightly against the timber, “How much do you really know about this place?”
“Uh…o-only what my grandmother’s told me…what’re you doing?” I mumbled anxiously, finding it hard to predict Caleb’s movements.
I managed to release my hand, but was instantly shoved back and pinned down on the bed with Caleb securely holding my wrists. We looked at each other for a few seconds; he was very handsome, with soft masculine features and coiffed yet messy black hair framed his face. He moved closer to me and opened his mouth to speak.
“There were some things Guinn never knew…” he came even closer, his cheek down beside my own. I could feel his hot breath on my neck, and, despite the peculiarity of the situation, I found myself to be blushing fiercely. My quickening pulse I sensed in places I had never noticed before as his whisper continued “…there were secrets we Immortals never revealed.” The soft brush of his lips sent my body into hot shivers.
“Wait…” I exhaled quietly “…we? We Immortals? You’re Immortal?”
Caleb pulled away from my neck to look into my face. The exciting moments now left and part of me was excessively pissed at myself for halting its progress. I continued gazing into his seemingly endless violet eyes while I waited for his answer. Instead, he leaned down and lightly pressed his lips to mine, flaring my hormones again. As he slowly backed off the bed I found myself following, not wanting to break our gentle bond.
Caleb moved back from me and grinned “If you ever need me, call my name and I’ll come.” He bowed once more with a glint in his bright eyes.
“T-thank you…” I whispered, though I quickly regained my senses “…but you’re still a creepy pervert.”
He laughed and then stepped toward the open balcony doors.
“Wait!” I inadvertently spoke to him just as he was about to leap from the railing. “I uhh…can I, um, if I call for you…will you allow me to ask questions?”
“It all depends on the question.” He grinned a convoluted farewell and leapt from his perch.
I gasped quickly from his sudden departure and ran over to the rails to look for him. I thought I may have seen him slip beneath a tree but it was so dark I couldn’t really tell whether it was or wasn’t even anything at all.
“Caleb?” I heard the strange echo of my voice flow out over the trees.
“Yes.” He asked calmly from behind me.
“Oh my gosh,” I turned around to find him smirking as he did before with his hands on his hips.
“I’m gone for hardly ten seconds and already you miss me?”
“No,” I turned my head in denial, “I don’t even know you…” With the slightest bit of embarrassment in my tone, “I was just testing.”
“Didn’t think I meant what I said, huh?” He quirked his brow at me and crossed his arms.
“Listen, I’m sorry for being skeptical, but I’m just not used to you guys yet…this is all very weird for me.”
“You guys?” Caleb scoffed, “don’t compare me to that man.”
“The Immortal?” my brow furrowed. “Why not? He isn’t that bad really, a little mysterious perhaps, but not bad.”
“That all depends on one’s definition of bad. Even still, whether he be bad or not, he most certainly isn’t someone I would leave a young woman with.”
“Oh no … no, he’s not like that… I mean you are, but he isn’t. Definitely not. No.” I shook my head several times.
“No, he’ll bore you to death!” his hands gestured into the air. “He hasn’t been company to even the dust in this crappy tower for the last few centuries!” Caleb shouted with irritation, rolling his eyes and continuing to fling his hands about.
“He’s not that boring, I think he simply needs to work on not being…I don’t know..passively annoying.”
Caleb stopped his over the top antics, “Passively annoying?”
“Yes, he is always teasing me slyly, hiding behind his stoic face, like I don’t notice it when he does. And one time I swear he laughed at me.” I rolled my eyes.
Caleb didn’t respond, he looked as though he were staring into space.
“Caleb?” my hand reached out, but I stopped it quickly.
“That bastard!”
“What?!”
“That ass, how dare he! Not after everything, no way in hell!” Caleb ran past me and leapt off the balcony.
I spun around in confusion, trying to follow where exactly the conversation had gone and why Caleb was suddenly pissed at The Immortal. Or, well, more pissed. Leaning over the railing I was barely able to make out the figure of him protesting loudly and walking in a circle.
“CALEB?” I shouted out to him, but from the way the shape continued to pace I assumed he hadn’t heard my call. For a brief moment I saw the glow of his violet eyes before he ran into the darkness of the dense Talen forest.
I watched for a little while longer but I never saw anything more, so I went back into the room and closed the two doors behind me. Once I had both shut, I noticed for the first time that the wooden carvings sporadically placed on the glass didn’t match against each other’s opposite reflection. Instead they made some odd design….somewhat like the symbols in grandmother’s book. I walked over to the still opened text and started flipping through the pages in a quite possibly ill attempt at finding the meaning.
I leafed through every page and image, taking a cursory glance at each, but I couldn’t find anything that matched the sign formed by the double doors. With an almost unhappy realization, I knew that there was practically no way I would ever be able to figure out a single word in this book, at least not without the help of a certain person who seems to be invariably unpleased with the mere sight of the old grimoire. I dropped my head down onto the desk with a sigh; I had fallen faster than I realized and though I stayed down I could feel the bruise forming on my forehead.
“Ugh…I don’t want to ask him for help…I’m surprised he hasn’t already thrown me out!” I wrapped my arms around my head in irritation. “Damn it, damn it, damn it…there is no way I can learn any of this. I don’t know why grandmother ever thought I would be good at this. How can I hope to be a witch if I can’t even read the language! Plus even if I could read it, I wouldn’t be able to understand it.” I bit my lip harshly, but resigned myself to my fate.
With mental and physical exhaustion, I closed the book and went slowly over to the disheveled bed where I laid down with yet another weary sigh.
“Today has been the longest day of my entire life…I’m just so tired…” I rolled over onto my side, staring at the blank old wall ahead of me. I kept my eyes open for a long while, thinking over the bizarre bits of information I had gotten from Caleb. Everything about him and his words seemed to upset all grandmother had told me; I was more lost in this world than before.
I slid my eyelids shut and began drifting into the weightless feelings of sleep. Confused combinations of violet and black eyes swirled around in seas of silky onyx hair, drowning me with knotted lies. In my floating unconsciousness I pondered what to believe, my grandmother who raised me more than my own mother or a strange sensual pervert who suddenly appeared with strings of unanswered questions.
“…Caleb…”
End
