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The Blade of Phoee (Updated 12/08/08)
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<blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 2827938" data-attributes="member: 22792"><p><strong>Chapter 7: Interludes (Cont'd.)</strong></p><p></p><p>I'm kinda surprised no one bumped me for the update today. Did you doubt?</p><p></p><p>------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>“You planned that,” she accused the mirror. The reflection trapped within the milky, silver hue of the mirror was not her own. It was not entirely her own but bound to her just as a true reflection would be. Instead of her own golden tresses, locks of silver were reflected back. An aging, but serene, face replaced the Lady Llewyllyn’s tense, youthful visage.</p><p></p><p>“Perhaps, I did, Gold,” the other responded furtively. </p><p></p><p>“You did, Silver, you did. I know you left the mechanism for the rooms concealed in the library slightly askew. Those mortals would not have found the opening, otherwise.”</p><p></p><p>“You, who revered the ‘mortals’ so when first you learned of their arrival, seem quite content to bash their intentions.” The old woman in the mirror smirked, not unhappily or with disdain, but with the wisdom of age. “Let us not forget who moved an entire village within our outer walls, calling the dreaded eye of the King. You have made us a bastion of safety to the oppressed. </p><p></p><p>“And I,” the elder continued unhindered, “have merely given them a slight chance in the storm that even now crests upon the horizon. They could have noticed the room without my help.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, they may have. But they may not have, Silver. You have meddled, it is not very becoming for your neutrality.”</p><p></p><p>“Our neutrality,” the elder corrected.</p><p></p><p>“Yes, our neutrality. I fear my impetuousness has rubbed off on you over the long years. One of us must be in control.”</p><p></p><p>“There <strong>is</strong> only one of us in control at a time ‘daughter’.”</p><p></p><p>“Still, you may have jeopardized the Mother’s plans. Was it not She that asked this task of us? Was it not She that demanded the collection of the relics? Perhaps with your meddling you have jeopardized Her plans.”</p><p></p><p>“Have you become so cocky, ‘daughter’? To think that you, a frail living thing, could possibly know Her plan? Besides, you broke our Neutrality when you decided to play the role of hero to those townsfolk.”</p><p></p><p>“<strong>They deserved to live</strong>.”</p><p></p><p>“Everyone deserves to live. It is not our place to pick and choose which shall live and which shall not. That is Her choice.”</p><p></p><p>The younger tossed her golden tresses over her shoulder with haughty twist of her head. “There is a priest in that library which may disagree with you.”</p><p></p><p>“Cael enacts Her will,” the elder interrupted, ending that tangent. “Tell me, of all the treasures, what did they choose?” The younger, Gold, sighed and shook her head.</p><p></p><p>“They have chosen deityhood.”</p><p></p><p>“They <em>wished</em> for that?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes. You would not expect it of that cleric. I think he may have only duplicated the rogue’s <em>wish</em> to assure they were all on equal footing. Still, our heart tells me that it will only lead to ruin.”</p><p></p><p>“There is always hope. Maybe they are the weapons that will undo the wrong.”</p><p></p><p>“You said that of Morrick as well, dear ‘mother’.”</p><p></p><p>“His path was in another direction; you are right. Still, it is his blood that pumps through Cassock’s veins.”</p><p></p><p>“That does not alleviate my concerns.”</p><p></p><p>“It should not. Who was blessed and cursed with deityhood?”</p><p></p><p>“Cassock and Anastrianna, Zayda and Aramil. Spinum was unaffected, as far as I can tell. So, too, were Mialee and Ana’s adopted sister.”</p><p></p><p>“The <em>cards</em> had limited effect.”</p><p></p><p>“And their power has been all but drained. They will not perform any other miracles for the next century at the soonest, at least, no miracles that we could not perform on our own.”</p><p></p><p>“Useless,” the elder, Silver, sighed. “A small price to pay if it furthers the Mother’s agenda.”</p><p></p><p>“So tell me, how should I punish the mortals for their indiscretion?”</p><p></p><p>“Do not be too harsh on them, Gold. I suggest we allow those that had no hand in it to go. Allow Mialee and Spinum to escort Ana’s half-sister to the elven city.”</p><p></p><p>“Spinum had his hand in the indiscretion.”</p><p></p><p>“If he was not affected, he did not.”</p><p></p><p>“I disagree. He was there and he did nothing to stop them.”</p><p></p><p>“A compromise then?”</p><p></p><p>“I’m listening.”</p><p></p><p>“We allow him to escort the ladies back to the elven city. Then he returns to us, to be indentured as a servant for as long as we see fit.”</p><p></p><p>“Sounds like meddling.”</p><p></p><p>“I knew you would approve,” Silver grinned. “I have foreseen our death, ‘daughter’. We will have to leave our task in capable hands if it is incomplete. Spinum could be one of those trusted, I think.”</p><p></p><p>“You presume much.”</p><p></p><p>“I take it you approve then?”</p><p></p><p>Gold nodded.</p><p></p><p>Silver paused, reflective as a reflection. Her wrinkled arm lifted to massage her temples. “The others need a larger task. I will leave it to you to decide.”</p><p></p><p>“Silver,” Gold growled.</p><p></p><p>“You are half of us, Gold. Half of our burden is yours. I decide that part of your half is in dealing out an appropriate amount of justice in this small matter.” Gold nodded. “Now, where did you leave our guests?”</p><p></p><p>“They are still in the library.”</p><p></p><p>“After their ‘betrayal’ you left them there?”</p><p></p><p>“Do not act so surprised. I figured you had a minor role in this event. They’re safe there and the doors are locked.”</p><p></p><p>“You left them locked in a room—a party with two thieves?! Pray they don’t find anything else that piques their collective curiosity.”</p><p></p><p>Gold nodded in affirmation as Silver vanished. The mirror emptied, leaving a perfect view of the large, four-poster bed in the rear of the room. Gold stared into the depths for awhile longer, trying to make out the faintest outline of her own image. But there was none. It was as if she did not exist. She was a ghost that could not be trapped by the looking glass.</p><p></p><p>Was she soul-less or soul-full? Gold did not know anymore. Neither had their brother known or understood. He fell to madness because of it. A fall was coming, of that she was sure. Perhaps it was their death on the horizon.</p><p></p><p>Gold shook her head, tossing the tresses about in frenzy. Thoughts like that were what drove sane people to madness. “Good thing we were never sane,” she murmured as she stalked from the room.</p><p></p><p>------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p><strong>General Note:</strong> So now, the readers have nicknames for each of the Ladies: Silver for the elder and Gold for the younger. It can be rather…complicated...writing a dialog between the two of them. I hope it is easier to read than to write. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite2" alt=";)" title="Wink ;)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=";)" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Funeris, post: 2827938, member: 22792"] [b]Chapter 7: Interludes (Cont'd.)[/b] I'm kinda surprised no one bumped me for the update today. Did you doubt? ------------------------------------------------------------------------ “You planned that,” she accused the mirror. The reflection trapped within the milky, silver hue of the mirror was not her own. It was not entirely her own but bound to her just as a true reflection would be. Instead of her own golden tresses, locks of silver were reflected back. An aging, but serene, face replaced the Lady Llewyllyn’s tense, youthful visage. “Perhaps, I did, Gold,” the other responded furtively. “You did, Silver, you did. I know you left the mechanism for the rooms concealed in the library slightly askew. Those mortals would not have found the opening, otherwise.” “You, who revered the ‘mortals’ so when first you learned of their arrival, seem quite content to bash their intentions.” The old woman in the mirror smirked, not unhappily or with disdain, but with the wisdom of age. “Let us not forget who moved an entire village within our outer walls, calling the dreaded eye of the King. You have made us a bastion of safety to the oppressed. “And I,” the elder continued unhindered, “have merely given them a slight chance in the storm that even now crests upon the horizon. They could have noticed the room without my help.” “Yes, they may have. But they may not have, Silver. You have meddled, it is not very becoming for your neutrality.” “Our neutrality,” the elder corrected. “Yes, our neutrality. I fear my impetuousness has rubbed off on you over the long years. One of us must be in control.” “There [b]is[/b] only one of us in control at a time ‘daughter’.” “Still, you may have jeopardized the Mother’s plans. Was it not She that asked this task of us? Was it not She that demanded the collection of the relics? Perhaps with your meddling you have jeopardized Her plans.” “Have you become so cocky, ‘daughter’? To think that you, a frail living thing, could possibly know Her plan? Besides, you broke our Neutrality when you decided to play the role of hero to those townsfolk.” “[b]They deserved to live[/b].” “Everyone deserves to live. It is not our place to pick and choose which shall live and which shall not. That is Her choice.” The younger tossed her golden tresses over her shoulder with haughty twist of her head. “There is a priest in that library which may disagree with you.” “Cael enacts Her will,” the elder interrupted, ending that tangent. “Tell me, of all the treasures, what did they choose?” The younger, Gold, sighed and shook her head. “They have chosen deityhood.” “They [i]wished[/i] for that?” “Yes. You would not expect it of that cleric. I think he may have only duplicated the rogue’s [i]wish[/i] to assure they were all on equal footing. Still, our heart tells me that it will only lead to ruin.” “There is always hope. Maybe they are the weapons that will undo the wrong.” “You said that of Morrick as well, dear ‘mother’.” “His path was in another direction; you are right. Still, it is his blood that pumps through Cassock’s veins.” “That does not alleviate my concerns.” “It should not. Who was blessed and cursed with deityhood?” “Cassock and Anastrianna, Zayda and Aramil. Spinum was unaffected, as far as I can tell. So, too, were Mialee and Ana’s adopted sister.” “The [i]cards[/i] had limited effect.” “And their power has been all but drained. They will not perform any other miracles for the next century at the soonest, at least, no miracles that we could not perform on our own.” “Useless,” the elder, Silver, sighed. “A small price to pay if it furthers the Mother’s agenda.” “So tell me, how should I punish the mortals for their indiscretion?” “Do not be too harsh on them, Gold. I suggest we allow those that had no hand in it to go. Allow Mialee and Spinum to escort Ana’s half-sister to the elven city.” “Spinum had his hand in the indiscretion.” “If he was not affected, he did not.” “I disagree. He was there and he did nothing to stop them.” “A compromise then?” “I’m listening.” “We allow him to escort the ladies back to the elven city. Then he returns to us, to be indentured as a servant for as long as we see fit.” “Sounds like meddling.” “I knew you would approve,” Silver grinned. “I have foreseen our death, ‘daughter’. We will have to leave our task in capable hands if it is incomplete. Spinum could be one of those trusted, I think.” “You presume much.” “I take it you approve then?” Gold nodded. Silver paused, reflective as a reflection. Her wrinkled arm lifted to massage her temples. “The others need a larger task. I will leave it to you to decide.” “Silver,” Gold growled. “You are half of us, Gold. Half of our burden is yours. I decide that part of your half is in dealing out an appropriate amount of justice in this small matter.” Gold nodded. “Now, where did you leave our guests?” “They are still in the library.” “After their ‘betrayal’ you left them there?” “Do not act so surprised. I figured you had a minor role in this event. They’re safe there and the doors are locked.” “You left them locked in a room—a party with two thieves?! Pray they don’t find anything else that piques their collective curiosity.” Gold nodded in affirmation as Silver vanished. The mirror emptied, leaving a perfect view of the large, four-poster bed in the rear of the room. Gold stared into the depths for awhile longer, trying to make out the faintest outline of her own image. But there was none. It was as if she did not exist. She was a ghost that could not be trapped by the looking glass. Was she soul-less or soul-full? Gold did not know anymore. Neither had their brother known or understood. He fell to madness because of it. A fall was coming, of that she was sure. Perhaps it was their death on the horizon. Gold shook her head, tossing the tresses about in frenzy. Thoughts like that were what drove sane people to madness. “Good thing we were never sane,” she murmured as she stalked from the room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [b]General Note:[/b] So now, the readers have nicknames for each of the Ladies: Silver for the elder and Gold for the younger. It can be rather…complicated...writing a dialog between the two of them. I hope it is easier to read than to write. ;) [/QUOTE]
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