Inspired by a brain-freeze I had earlier this week. XD
Inspired by a brain-freeze I had earlier this week. XD
The sun set over the city of La’trel, as the lights in the streets began appearing along with the familiar calls of the nightly guards. It was a peaceful city. More-so than Dirk and less-so than Arromile, but Leena found a love for it all the same.
This city had been the closest she had to a home. The familiar faces of the scholars that wandered the halls. The choirs voices from the Sanctuary of the Flesh in the early mornings. The smell of coconut, lime and pineapple in the air.
La’trel was an oasis and she had missed it.
“Beautiful night.” Ren appeared from the hallway behind her, making his away across the balcony to admire the city in its nightly ritual. “I thought you had gone to bed.”
“Not yet. I needed time to think.”
He leaned against the railing, as she watched him continue to stare out at the world below them. His ember coloured eyes glowed with the orange of the setting sun.
“Us.” She paused. “The six… of us.”
“Oh, and here I was thinking it wasn’t anything too important.”
She took a deep breath, before slowly letting it out. All the six had been discovered. They all knew each other now. The other five members were at her command if she so wished, but there was still so much needing to be done before she could consider completing the purpose they were all chosen for.
Looking at her hands, she could remember how scary it had been to use her powers for the first time. That was years ago; now, it was just another piece of her. She was gifted with abilities no other human had, as were the others. It was their choice to use them to better the world.
“Our power is an honour, given to us by Them to use to better this world.” Leena didn’t know what the Gods had meant by ‘bettering the world’ but she had some ideas.
She had strived to use her powers to help others. It was all she could do. There was already so much suffering and if she was able to make a difference in someone’s life, then it was possible she had already begun doing what the Gods intended her to do.
That had been her thought until Ren broke her concentration, with his bitter remark.
“Until it is a shackle…”
His fists were in balls. The leather of his gloves were creased and worn. Not all of the Six were as blessed as she was. While she had the power to help others, some had done nothing but suffer; Ren being the one to suffer the most.
Taking him by the hand, she could see the pain in his eyes. She believed their powers to be gifts, while he saw them as a curse.
“One day, Ren, you’ll be free.” She rested her hand gently on his cheek, as he pressed against it.
“One day, we all will.”
*Canadian here… we write honor with an OUR… that way we make it our honour. 😛
“Caldor’s room is right down this hall.” Liora pointed to the long corridor before them. “We’ll find the book in there.”
“And what do we do once we get it?” Gornard watched as she shrugged. “You don’t know?”
“I haven’t gotten to that point… yet. I’m not usually the type to break into peoples’ rooms for shits and giggles.”
They stopped in front of the door. No one was in the hall asides from them. The other scholars were either in the lecture halls or libraries at this time of day.
She reached for the set of keys that hung from her belt. Fumbling around with the keys on the ring, Liora jumped at the loud crashing sound of Gornard’s foot on the wooden door. The door flew open, banging hard against the stone wall. Liora wasn’t sure how to react. The noise was loud, and as she looked down each side of the hall, no one had appeared to investigate.
“Well, that was one way of doing it,” she tried not to yell but the words came out louder than she had wanted them to. She watched Gornard hurry into the room, quickly lowering her voice into a harsh whisper.
“You know, we could have used keys like normal people.”
“No time. Where’s the book?”
At first she believed things were going to be easy with Gornard. He would be her muscle, and she would be the brains. That’s the funny thing about plans; they rarely go the way you want them to.
“Over there, on his desk.” She pointed to the large oak desk near the far window. There was no point in trying to be discreet now. It wouldn’t take much for her tutor to figure out that this was her doing. “Grab it and lets go.”
Liora stood in front of the mirror. There was only an hour before the dinner and the dress she had chosen to wear didn’t look to fit. How could it be too tight when she had worn this same dress on her last visit?
The seam looked like it was about to pop, and the hem was four inches off the floor. She couldn’t have grown that much in just four months.
Her heart stopped at the sound of knocking, as she turned in time to see the young man enter the room. He wore a nicely fitted shirt and pants. His cape the appropriate length off the floor. If anyone was growing like a weed it was Devral, yet his clothing fit perfectly.
“Liora,” The young man paused, “Uh…”
By his reaction she could tell he didn’t know what to do. In most situations a gentleman would compliment a lady, but never had he been prepared for this. Liora didn’t want a compliment anyway. She would have known it was just her friend trying to be nice.
“Shut up.” She blurted.
The sound of a popping seam made her grab for her side. The material pulled tight on her shoulders, while the top button at the back of the dress stayed undone.She didn’t want to hear anything Devral had to say. She felt bad enough already and he normally made things worse.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“I don’t care. Shut up.”
His hands went up to surrender, at hearing the sharp bitterness in her voice. Tears watered in the corner of her eyes, as she forced back tear. Devral would use this against her. If she let him see her cry, he would never let her live it done.
Devral noticed her gripping the material of the dress. It must have been embarrassing for her, to have him there. Liora was always dressed so nicely. Her clothes were always the latest fashions. Most of the other girls’ spoke of her choice in clothing, and she always caught the boys’ attention.
If he wanted to he could easily make her feel worse. He could tell others about this situation and news of her fashion malfunction would spread like wildfire. Before, when he was younger, he may have considered doing that. Not now… not after realizing how words could hurt someone as much as any weapon.
Now, as he looked at the girl he felt sorry for her. Liora was a strong person but there was a lot of pressure on her, just like there was on him.
Being stuck in the undersized garment was probably a huge blow to her self-esteem.
Somehow he had to make her feel better? There had to be something he could say to make light of the situation.
“Well, that’s not the tightest situation you’ve been in.” He noticed the girl glare at him in the reflection of the mirror. Had she expected him to say something else?
After a moment, the glare faded. The corner of her mouth twitched, before he heard her snort.
“Very true.” More seams popped, as she chuckled.