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originally posted by: PrairieShepherd
a reply to: jacygirl
So, you were able to create a new thread, but not post any replies to anything?
The tiniest sliver of relief began to flourish as Alexandria gained awareness of the horseman’s humanity, his inept faltering imparting a small hope within her heart as she realised he was not the monster she had been taught to believe. The Magisters though… she allowed her eyes to travel from the floor and rise to what she thought to be a respectable height, and cautiously she examined the people she stood before; an assortment of men and women who wore identical black robes and intricate silver chains, the delicate silver wiring encasing perfectly spherical orbs of pure obsidian. They held a distinctive aura, a palpable danger that exuded from each individual in rhythmic waves, she could sense the threat they represented as clear as though she were a woodland critter evading a great predator, and her brief hope swiftly began to dissolve.
Look at me. Startled, she whipped her face upwards as a man’s gentle voice entered her thoughts and her eyes met those of the young man who stood at the head of the table. Appearing the least intimidating of the assembly, his softly freckled face smiled wryly as his deep brown eyes examined her thoroughly, his powerful will probed curiously at the edges of her mind as her anxiety began to diminish and her worries melted away. She stared into his eyes in a near complete entrancement, falling deeper into the depths of his warm gaze, until another presence crudely attempted to enforce its will upon her and she swiftly raised her mental defences, her gift forming as she sought protection.
Lord Magister Lena ran her pale blue eyes unhurriedly over the waif, unimpressed with the horseman’s acquisition. A thin and dirty peasant with not the slightest echo of power, unworthy of standing before her let alone the entire Council; clearly the horseman was in error. Weak. The castle will not suffer you.
Alexandria lifted her chin proudly as the thought from the lady Magister formed within her mind, her fear rapidly vanishing as her gift coursed through her body allowing her the insight to see into the unfolding scenario before her, and filled with a renewed determination she became aware of what was necessary to survive; she would live, ‘twould not be her blood used in this place.
Though it was painful, she wrenched her gaze from the captivating eyes of the young Magister and stared directly into those of the blonde woman, the tapestries upon the wall began to sway as a light energy manifested around her, and the green of her eyes glinted brightly as a sardonic grin appeared on her face. She was in control. Her eyes bore deeper into those of the petrified woman, and whispering menacingly, Alexandria’s soft voice rang out across the emptiness of the chamber.
“It is you who are mistaken.”