Post by Rowena Jones on Jul 12, 2018 22:08:43 GMT -5
It had been a month. The waiting was agony. A month of two steps forward and two steps back. A month of anxiously pacing backwards and forwards. So much so that Rowena thought that there was a particularly shiny bit of wooden floorboards by her desk, polished by her continuous movement. She just couldn’t sit still. Was she ready for it? Truly ready to take this next step, to seal her fate so completely?
A month since she had gotten that note from her sister. Her long lost sister who had plunged her world into darkness and chaos and terror. The sister she had never wanted but who had slowly destroyed everything Rowena held dear. Left her all alone in this tiny cottage on the windswept hills of nowhere with only unpredictable magic and a depressed cat for company.
And she’d lost that note. It had fallen from her hands that very day she’d received it. And Rowena had a nasty suspicion where she’d dropped it. But it had been vague. There was no way he would know what it meant. And why would he care who she met now anyway? There’d been no effort to contact her from his side, nothing from his time in America. And nothing since he got back. No, all she’d gotten from him was a stubborn snarly refusal when she’d asked for the Stone, the one thing she was missing to ensure his survival. That had been the only time she’d seen him in several months and his absence still tore at her heart in her moments of weakness.
So quickly he’d become her everything and so quickly that everything had gone. It had left a gaping wound in her soul. It was a wretched thing now, her soul. Tattered and volatile, the shredded tendrils of it whipping around her and keeping her awake through all hours of the night. Michael might be dead now, but he’d left his mark, him and his sister. The druids had put her mind back together, had healed her from that trauma, but all the months alone since, the reality of her current life and the part she had to play in the upcoming battle had frayed that healing.
But for today at least she had focus, for today was the day. The full moon had appeared as the sun’s light faded and the witch bustled around her small home. She took the small bag, magically misleading the size of it’s precious contents, and wrapped a deep blue cloak around her shoulders. With a last shuddering breath, she swirled and disappeared.
When she reappeared she was in the painfully familiar surroundings. The lush gardens of her childhood home filled her nose with the scent of roses and jasmine. And there before her stood the conservatory. She’d had a dream once about this place. Or she’d thought it a dream… but it had all been true. She’d been attacked here. Her memories then muted as a monster had sought to drain her energy. A monster who she was now willingly meeting in the very same place. She must be crazy. Rowena’s heart sped up, her body tightening in response to her anxiety and her skin heated up as her magic reacted.
And then there was the crunch of footsteps on gravel and Rowena turned, pushing all those fears back back back. There was no place for such unpredictable emotions here for here was when she began to win… and yet nobody could know. Especially not the creature that stood before her, cloaked in darkness, the moonlight casting shadows so that only a pointed chin and smirking red lips were visible.
If she was surprised by the delicate figure that faced her, Rowena didn’t show it. Instead her golden gaze lowered respectfully. She knew her part to play. She'd dedicated her whole self to it these past months.
"Thank you for meeting with me."
A month since she had gotten that note from her sister. Her long lost sister who had plunged her world into darkness and chaos and terror. The sister she had never wanted but who had slowly destroyed everything Rowena held dear. Left her all alone in this tiny cottage on the windswept hills of nowhere with only unpredictable magic and a depressed cat for company.
And she’d lost that note. It had fallen from her hands that very day she’d received it. And Rowena had a nasty suspicion where she’d dropped it. But it had been vague. There was no way he would know what it meant. And why would he care who she met now anyway? There’d been no effort to contact her from his side, nothing from his time in America. And nothing since he got back. No, all she’d gotten from him was a stubborn snarly refusal when she’d asked for the Stone, the one thing she was missing to ensure his survival. That had been the only time she’d seen him in several months and his absence still tore at her heart in her moments of weakness.
So quickly he’d become her everything and so quickly that everything had gone. It had left a gaping wound in her soul. It was a wretched thing now, her soul. Tattered and volatile, the shredded tendrils of it whipping around her and keeping her awake through all hours of the night. Michael might be dead now, but he’d left his mark, him and his sister. The druids had put her mind back together, had healed her from that trauma, but all the months alone since, the reality of her current life and the part she had to play in the upcoming battle had frayed that healing.
But for today at least she had focus, for today was the day. The full moon had appeared as the sun’s light faded and the witch bustled around her small home. She took the small bag, magically misleading the size of it’s precious contents, and wrapped a deep blue cloak around her shoulders. With a last shuddering breath, she swirled and disappeared.
When she reappeared she was in the painfully familiar surroundings. The lush gardens of her childhood home filled her nose with the scent of roses and jasmine. And there before her stood the conservatory. She’d had a dream once about this place. Or she’d thought it a dream… but it had all been true. She’d been attacked here. Her memories then muted as a monster had sought to drain her energy. A monster who she was now willingly meeting in the very same place. She must be crazy. Rowena’s heart sped up, her body tightening in response to her anxiety and her skin heated up as her magic reacted.
And then there was the crunch of footsteps on gravel and Rowena turned, pushing all those fears back back back. There was no place for such unpredictable emotions here for here was when she began to win… and yet nobody could know. Especially not the creature that stood before her, cloaked in darkness, the moonlight casting shadows so that only a pointed chin and smirking red lips were visible.
If she was surprised by the delicate figure that faced her, Rowena didn’t show it. Instead her golden gaze lowered respectfully. She knew her part to play. She'd dedicated her whole self to it these past months.
"Thank you for meeting with me."