The High Queen Sorceress (complete)
Author: jessicaw

Chapter 7
chapter 7

Dana woke; she could feel something watching her. Slowly, she inched her eyes open.  Two small, yellow cat like eyes stared intently at her. She sat up slowly, opening her eyes the rest of the way. Her skin went cold and her heart skipped a beat.  

The creature was perched at the edge of her bed, watching her intently, it’s long, dark tail slowly gliding from side to side. It sat silently, sitting like a cat, almost as if it were a statue.                               

The yellow eyes never left her gaze, The long arms clenched around it’s thick ankles, it’s toes curled around the wooden frame, holding it steady. Its black glossy skin glistened in the early morning light. It’s dark, blood red hair hung in waves across its shoulders and disappeared behind its long, dark wings. It had no nose, only two slits. It didn’t even seem to be breathing.

“So you have come to kill me then” Dana asked, her voice low and quite, masking the unthinkable horror behind it. The creature blinked, a thin, small smile crossing its face. It’s forked, snake like tongue flickered over tiny, razor sharp black teeth. “If I wanted you dead, you would be dead.” It hissed. 

The smile and the voice sent chills down Dana’s spine, she sat frozen in her bed. “What is it you want from me then? My kingdom, my power, my people?” The creature looked at her, its shapely form rising slightly as it took in a long breath of air.   

“What do you see?” It asked. Dana blinked at the question. “I see Girelight.” She responded. “And what does Girelight look like?” It responded. “It has charred skin and blood red hair. There is no nose, a snake like tongue, bat like wings made from the bones of those who sin and a barbed tail.”            

Girelight didn’t blink as she pushed Dana along. “You see a monster?” she inquired. Dana nodded. “A monster.” She replied in a low whisper.  

The thin smile on the creature’s face disappeared, turning into a hard frown. “Why do you see me a monster Dana? You are a sorceress and a queen. You command the seer’s glass, you command great power. Why do you view me the way a simple minded mortal does? Have you not learned? Have you not studied as you should? Are you feeble minded, ignorant perhaps to view me in such a demeaning way?”    

Dana blinked in surprise, sitting up slightly straighter with the sting of the words. “How would you have me view you then, if not for what you really are?” “I would have you view me as I am, exactly as what you said, but completely different. I would have you view me in my true from. You must know that I appear as I am accepted, but that does not mean it is what I am.”

 “How have you been able to look into my eyes and leave my soul inside my body? How can you stair me in the eye without taking my life?” Girelight gave a small laugh. “That is a mortal myth.” She said, in a dismissive tone. “I cannot take a soul simply by staring someone in the eyes. That is something that mortal kings tell their people so that the people might live in fear. That was something mortal men told others who were weaker and afraid, that is how mortal men came to rule the mortal world and why their people are not free. It is lies like those that keep the mortals in fear of women, in fear of the sorceresses. It is a lie.”  

She cast an angry eye to the ground before returning her unblinking gaze back to Dana. Dana sat in silence for a minute, drinking in and digesting the words she just heard. “You are telling me then, that you are not a monster, but a sorceress, you are not the Girelight; you are the great and powerful Kadala?” 

The monster grinned wider. “And do you choose to view me as Kadala, or as a monster?” Dana blinked and choked back her immediate thoughts that there was no way this monster of evil could be a sorceress of good. “Yes,” She said at length, “I wish to view your for what you truly are. I wish to see the good in you, to see the fair, benevolent sorceress and queen that you once were and still claim to be. I wish to see my great, great grandmother, the Grand High Queen Kadala.” 

The smile on Girelight’s lips seemed to engulf its whole face. The air in the room seemed to thin out. Dana blinked. When she opened her eyes, the last of the dark seemed to wash off of Kadala’s flawless snow white skin. Her long flowing light brown hair with its strands of golden blonde cascaded down her shoulders, ending in the small of her back. Her golden brown eyes twinkled in the morning sun. Her tiny frame was draped in a thin, wispy lavender dress with short sleeves and darker purple stitching across her bosom.

She stood, gripping the base of Dana’s bed. Her long, thin fingers held the wood delicately as she smiled down upon her great, great granddaughter. “We have much to discuss.” She said, as she made her way around the bed and sat down next to Dana.   

 “This, my child, is how I see myself, the way I was the day I left. This is how the souls of those who would not listen to the filth of men, who would not believe in their lies, see me too. I am the agent between the plains of hell and the lands of serenity. I guide those who can no longer stay among the land of the living to their final destination. I am not the devil” Dana watched her in silence, waiting for her to continue. After several long, quite seconds, she did.

“When the world of the mortal men waged war, it was an odd time in the universe. The bridges between the worlds had lined up, much like what they are doing now. It happens only once every four thousand years. When it does happen, the worlds can sometimes find themselves at odd times. It is a side effect to the connections of the life links. It is a time when the worlds are weakened. There is much that is at stake. 

As the ties between the worlds become stronger, the defenses from outside attacks grow weaker. It is a time when the things and beings of one world can cross over to another world. It is a time when the corrupt would think to take for themselves that which is not theirs.”  

Dana shifted uneasily. Do you mean to tell me that the world, our world is to be invaded by those mortal men who would wish to rule us? To control us as they would dogs?” She waited for the reply, not wanting to hear it. “Yes. It’s a possibility” Kadala said, in a hard and final matter.                            

 “Are you suggesting we go to war then, Grandmother?” Kadala frowned, her beautiful features hardly wrinkling as she did. “I know how you hate to fight. I myself am so tired of the killing, so tired of the criminals. There is bloodshed every day, be it in our world or another. I wish so much for a day without it, a day when I can just be Kadala, a day when all I have to do is lay down, and take a nap.                    

You do not know of the times we are in, spread peace and harmony, show them what serenity is. Help our people to focus, help them to defend themselves. Do not rush into war. Do not engage the mortals, because stooping to their level will only bring ruin to you. It would not be wise to enter their world. I did once to help them, and the bridge between our worlds closed on me. I could take no strength from their earth. They fought against me although all I did was try to help them. They kept me from leaving their world in peace. They ravaged my body and refused to allow my soul a peaceful passing. They failed to see the good in what I tried to do to help them because they feared what they did not know. 

They damned themselves just as they damned me. They will have no open eyes, no open ears, and no heart to listen to you. You will grow weak and they will overtake you. Protect your Kingdom. Build your defenses but do not let your people know that you worry. Terrible things are about to unfold, delivered by the hands of the greedy. Be careful, Dana. The planets are almost completely aligned and the bridges between our worlds grow stronger by the day. The mortals will seek domination. A great war is about to unfurl.”  

Kadala’s eyes stormed with shades of grey and sadness as she stared out the window, into the far away reaches of knowing.  She reached into a hidden pocket and pulled out a small bag the same shade of purple as her dress. Untying it, she dipped her hand in and pulled out a sand like substance, letting it run through her fingers and disappear back into the folds of the fabric. “This” She said, without looking up, “Is the spirits of warriors killed in battle. These were good men who fought valiantly. They died so others might live a life of freedom and prosper. I have been collecting their spirits since the first day when I became Girelight. Please take this bag and find somewhere safe to lay them to rest. A place where they will be remembered. These were great men who do not deserve to be forgotten. You are the only person I would trust to find them a proper burial spot. It would mean so much to me.”                                     

She pushed the bag into Dana’s hand and kissed her on the forehead. “Do the right thing my love. Do not leave this world to enter theirs. You must find a way to help the mortals survive their own world from here. If you do not, then Mortal men with hearts blacker than death will overtake their world and yours. If they do, the bonds between the worlds will snap and all will be lost.” 

Dana closed her eyes as Kadala bent to kiss her again. Her glistening brown hair falling across Dana’s rosy red cheek. She shuddered at the slight tingling sensation and opened her eyes.                                           

A bird chirped in the distance. It was a bright, sunny day. The world was calm and peaceful. A gentle breeze caressed its way across her room, blowing the thin curtains inward as it wound its way towards Dana, rustling her red locks and sending a quite shiver down her spine. Kadala was gone.                            

 She looked at the small satchel clutched in her hand. She licked her lips in thought and observed the room. Her eyes finally came to rest on a small silver box high up on a shelf. She pulled the covers off of herself as she got out of bed and made her way over to the box.                                                           

The breeze made her long, thin nightgown flow around her as her hair licked at her ankles, and wrapped itself around her neck like a scarf. She pulled the small silver key from the lock and placed the bag into the box. Relocking it, she pointed one of her slender fingers into the air and drew a small square. She placed the key into the invisible square and ran her fingers around the edges, envisioning that she was sealing a box as she did. The key disappeared in midair.  She replaced the locked box on its shelf and, with a huff, she turned to get dressed.

As Dana wound her way towards the gardens, Lauranna intercepted her. “We have much to talk about baby sister.” She began, stepping slightly in front of Dana in an effort to slow her. Dana brushed past her, knocking her in the shoulder. “I’m in no mood to discuss politics right now. Our great, great grandmother graced me with a visit this morning and she gave me no news that I wished to hear. Leave me to my flowers. I need to unwind.”         

Lauranna was astounded at the idea of Kadala coming to see either of them. “But Dana,” She began. Dana whirled around, the orange wings of her golden dress swirling around her. “I said leave me!” she screamed, her cheeks flushed with rage, matching the color of her fiery hair. Lauranna stood dumbfounded as she watched her sister storm off.    

After a small spell, Lauranna resolved that matters at hand were too important to allow Dana to ignore them for some flowers. She set chase to her sister and followed her into the gardens. Entering them was like entering into serenity. “This would be a good home for fairies” Lauranna thought, remembering a story her mother had told them when they were younger about fairies and other types of make believe.  Dana had always loved the antics of the fairies. She would make their mother read those parts of the book over and over again. Lauranna could still remember the words like she had just set the book down. “For every good deed done, one will prosper, but for every bad intention, a nation will suffer.” 

Dana had no bad intentions, but she certainly had no interest in the idea that others might have bad intentions that would affect her. In the distance, Lauranna could hear soft splashing as water fell onto a rock. As she strolled closer to the center of the gardens, the sounds of the waterfall grew. It was so peaceful. Lauranna could understand why Dana would never want to leave.

She found her sister squatting on the ground, running her fingers over the soft orange petals of a freshly bloomed marigold. She stood still and watched as Dana spoke softly to it, her words muffled by the sounds of the waterfall and her face hidden behind a wall of untamed red tresses. The flower seemed to be drinking in the attention. Lauranna watched in awe as the petals opened wider and the orange seemed to intensify under her sister’s delicate fingers.

Dana did not look up or even flinch. There was no notion in her body or her movements that told Lauranna she knew her big sister was standing and watching her. Lauranna was lost in awe, thinking no thoughts but simply observing the loving and tender touch of her sister.                                           

Without warning, a voice screamed in her ears. “Get out of my gardens!” Lauranna’s eyes widened in surprise. The air was peaceful. A butterfly floated lazily by, un-affected by the thoughts in Lauranna’s head. “No. This is important.” She thought back. He eyes fixed on Dana’s back, her arms hanging loosely at her sides.

Dana continued to act as if she wasn’t there, turning to the next flower and stoking the closed bud with gentle, loving fingers. She was still talking to the flowers in a tone muffled by the cascading waters. The bud seemed to feed off of her energy. It began to bloom more and more with each caress of Dana’s fingers. “I said leave me! I will have no talk of war this day. You are a sorceress; you are the rightful heir to the seer’s glass. You use it. You handle your own problems.” The thoughts seemed to burn as they ran through Lauranna’s mind.  She could tell from the sting of them that Dana was angry. Still, she felt that she must persist.

“They are not just my problems, dear sister. I have seen the glass. All of the sorceresses are going to be slaughtered.  Our Queendoms are going to fail and –“ Dana Whirled. Her face redder than then tendons of hair that flooded across her face. 

 “Falfa!” she screamed. “Falfa! Remove this trespasser at once. Get her out!” She faced Lauranna, her face glowing red in rage. “Get out!” She shrieked. The flowers seemed to shudder, the bud she had been administering to closed back up. The marigolds withered. The air seemed to grow thick; the blue sky took on a grey hue. The harshness of her tone drowned out the babbling waterfalls.                       

“I said leave me! I will take no part in this and I forbid any sorceress from joining in with the fighting. Our world is our world! You know what happened the last time we tried to help those ignorant wretches! FALFA!!!!!!”      

The small round man was nowhere to be found. She rounded back on her sister. “I said get out! I will take no part in stupid fights!” Lauranna bowed deeply, her long tresses lying in heaps upon the ground, her nose almost kissing the Earth. “Yes sister.” She said in a small, weak voice. She backed out of the gardens, her head still bent, never turning around. She waited until Dana turned her back once more before straightening out and walking quickly out of the serene gardens with their picturesque blue skies. 

Falfa was standing just inside the door way as Lauranna walked though. His face was as white as the marble on the floors. His knees were knocked and he stood in a stooped position, kitting his fingers. Worry creased his brow. He looked up at Lauranna as she paused to study him. 

“You were right to warn me to stay out of her way.” He said in a small, frail voice. Lauranna stooped and kissed his shiny bald head. “It’s alright Falfa. She is young and doesn’t understand the immensity of the situation. Dana is a good person who wants only to see the beauty of the world we live in. She has no use for war and no tolerance for the ignorance of mortals. Tell me, Falfa, how long have you served my sister?”   

Falfa straightened his back ever so slightly as he began to relax. The sun light shining on the silver threads of his tunic and sparkling brightly in the morning light. “I have been in the Queen’s service for near to five hundred years, and personal advisor to her for almost three hundred and fifty of those years.” Lauranna was impressed. Even she had never had an advisor for more than two hundred years. “Your loyalty to my sister inspires me.” She said, smiling down at him. Falfa beamed.                                             

“There is much work to be done. Dana has made it clear that she has no intention to do it. If I were to step in for her, could I count on you to help me with the things I need and assist me in my tasks?” Falfa nodded furiously, then thinking for a second, remembered customs and bowed to Lauranna. “Anything to help a sorceress of the house of Mauna.” He said.  Lauranna smiled at the man’s shiny bald head. “Good!” she smiled. She had such a pretty smile. He liked her pale pink lips and the honey color of her hair. It shined in the sunlight like rows of diamonds.                                                                  

Suddenly, Falfa was aware that Lauranna was watching him intently, studying every line in his face. He blushed slightly, and looked up at her, not wanting to meet with her eyes as his were filled to the brim with embarrassment.  “What can I do for you, your highness?” he asked. His voice was low, trying to mask his discomfiture.   

“Please send a runner to fetch me Taddy and Cantalile. Please send them to the seer’s room and notify me on their arrival. I will need you to not speak of this to my sister or anyone else. Tell me Falfa, what do you know of the war to come and the aligning of the worlds?”

 

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