I've been practicing writing from different characters points of views, been focussing on two of my main characters for such a long time that last
night's experiment in finally writing as another was almost relieving... just wanted to share a bit of it.
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The vortex of the Aethya was more evident to the denizens of the castle in the sky than to the people of mainland Fandriel. Leaning her elbows against
the window sill, High Magister Xelcia smiled softly to herself as she stared into the forever-shifting kaleidoscope of colours that separated her and
her people from the Gods who had blessed them with these amazing gifts. She was one of the First, a privilege beyond words, and she fully embraced the
blessing that she had been born with, honoured that the Gods had specifically chosen her to reside over this magnificent castle of Esraelle’s
A glittering jewel that sat neatly on the largest of the sky islands, its towers spiralled ever upward to nearly touch the Aethya itself. She stood in
one of these towers now, the room carpeted in crimson fabric and furnished with wooden fittings as dark as the night itself, black tapestries
fluttered on the walls though she was yet to design an emblem for them quite yet. In time.
The soft rustle of footsteps outside the door brought her from her musings, Brell must have found a suitable candidate for this next scrying attempt.
She glided across the floor, her black robes forming a small train behind her, her blonde curls bouncing lightly at her back, and opened the door
before a knock could form.
“M-milady?” A young girl of no more than seven, black-haired and doe-eyed, she was one of the more recent arrivals to the castle; probably a
product from the Gods last traverse to the lands judging by her age. That would be about seven years ago now, after that nasty business with the
mainland Queen. That was a terrible day, the day the mainlanders began to treat the mages with suspicion rather than respect. Perhaps fear was
High Magister Xelcia smiled down at the young girl, allowing a kindly radiance to emanate from her body and speaking softly she asked. “Young
Alysse… did Lord Magister Brell send you?”
The young girl nodded slowly, the worried look in her eyes began to disappear as the aura started to affect her, and she spoke with an accented tilt
to her voice. Interesting, she must have arrived from further South than the other candidates. “Yes milady, I haven’t done anything wrong have
Laughing softly, Xelcia shook her head. “Oh no, dear child.” With a nod of her head, she gestured for the girl to come stand with her by the
window, and after motioning to the iridescent maelstrom in the sky she spoke quietly with no hint of malice. “Brell sent you to me because he
believes that you’ll be able to assist me. You would like to help your High Magister, yes?” As the girl nodded her head once more, Xelcia sent her
a reassuring smile. “Good, good. But first, tell me, have you chosen one of our Gods for your own yet?”
A small pride caused the child’s face to flush happily, seeming to completely lose her apprehension she skipped over to the High Magister and in a
clear voice she said. “Oh, yes milady! My mama spoke often of the Gods!” She gazed up at the Aethya in wonder as Xelcia admired the young girl’s
youthful innocence, a pity that she would soon be broken. “Mama said that my papa was Esraelle, and I’ve chosen him. I know he’ll look out for
The smile on Xelcia’s face remained as she watched the carefree girl. “I’m sure that he will… as we choose them, we are as much their own
She walked across the crimson carpet towards a small cabinet and unlocked it carefully with her golden touch, finding a quartz decanter within she
quickly poured herself a small concoction of various herbs infused with a mild spirit and a smaller glass for the child. With good fortune the child
would survive, but it was best to be realistic; after all, the others had not. “Now, young Alysse, this will not taste pleasant. But if you swallow
it swiftly you won’t notice as much. I would like you to drink this and to sit with me… you may envision things, but do not be afraid.”