Fine! I'll drop him off at The Shed and let him torture the dragons. Technically that's not abandonment and I'll venture home to some noise
cancelling headphones and a whole canter of coffee to myself. Woooosaaaahhh
The Last Itty Bitty Bit
A cold chill suddenly caused her to break out in goosebumps and Kaelci whipped around, alarmed as she felt Darien’s rage begin to resonate around
and within her, startled as she saw the reason why…
Standing serenely by the doorway of this chamber stood that beautiful woman, long black hair flowing, silver robes swishing about her body with a mind
of their own, pale blue eyes glaring, glinting with an unknown hunger… her old friend, her old mentor. Sita.
Today’s Itty Bitty Bit!
The anger that emanated from Darien was intense, a palpable rage that flew from him in ever increasing waves, the tide of wrath resonating within
Kaelci as she breathed in the powerful emotions, as the man’s memories forced themselves into her mind, forcing her to her knees as the weight of
his recollections assaulted her once more, his memories intermingling with and aggressively overtaking her own of this beautiful witch that stood
Sita simply stood at the entrance to the chamber, the silver and moonstone circlet that signified her place by Azothinne’s side was placed regally
across her brow, the light of the red fires not daring to tarnish the silver witch or her attire, she was the only thing in the room that did not
reflect the red of the ethereal flames.
A small smile began to dance about the witch’s mouth, her eyes glinting hungrily as she leisurely stepped into the chamber and began to walk towards
them, her deceptively sweet voice trilling about the pair as her eyes pointedly stared at Darien.
“Well hello, my darlings! How utterly delightful it is to see you both within this dark and distant memory of the past… it’s an absolute joy to
see you again, just wonderful! After all,… I discovered many wonderful things while perusing these ancient halls. And Darien! My dear!
You do have some delicious secrets, don’t you?”
Struggling against the onslaught of memories past, Kaelci fought to raise her head and peer up at Darien, shocked to see the Magister’s eyes glowing
golden as they returned Sita’s glare. Never had she seen him display such an incredible act!
Sita’s melodic giggle echoed about the empty chamber, a diabolic pleasure painted across her face as she continued eyeing Darien.
“Oh, how clever you must believe yourself to be. Hiding your celestial powers amongst us mere mortals for as long as you have, but nothing this vast
could possibly stay hidden forever! And now you are here… you walked right into this place! You are trapped in this desolate realm of your own
creation, and I will harvest what lingers of the Otherworld from your very soul.”
Suddenly! A radiance burst from Darien, golden tendrils that snaked through Kaelci’s aura and extricated every unknown soul she had unwittingly
gathered unto herself as they had explored the halls of this forsaken structure. She could not move, she was completely paralysed as the ghosts of the
past were ripped from her and forced into Darien, the man’s radiance becoming brighter every second, the man’s anger unbelievably gaining more
strength, the golden orbs that were his eyes were painful to look at but she could not tear her gaze away.
The musical tones of Sita’s laughter did not abate and with a devilish grin, she swiftly morphed into the creature Azothinne had turned her into, a
fitting embodiment of the person she had been and evidently still remained… an evil and deceitful spider.
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