sound of footsteps rang throughout the stone floor. It was midnight, and the
walls were lighted dimly. In this darkness, a dark figure walked slowly, with a
rhythm. He or she picked up pace, and approached a stone wall to the left,
touching it and mumming words that none understood.
Outside, the blackbirds screeched. The figure turns around, but nobody was there. The hand of the stranger suddenly glows purple, and his or her eyes were glowing in a strange purple colour, same as his hands, which still touched the stone wall. Still talking under his or her breath, the purple light suddenly connected to the walls, resting on the rocks. As if on cue, the stone wall started moving slowly. It stopped with a screech and the dark figure walked in.
Behind the stone wall a lady dressed in white’s heels tapped on the floor. She removed her cloak, dumping it on the icy cold floor. Her eyes were still set in the weird purple colour, and she faced the open stone wall. Silently, her hands touched it and it quickly slammed shut.
Heels still tapping, she headed down a narrow passage. This narrow walkway was not lit, and she had difficulty moving onwards without accidently banging on some lamps that were out. Reaching to the end of the passage in darkness, she entered a room.
Unlike the stone walls, this room was warm and lit. A man sat on a rocking chair, quiet and silent. The lady in white bowed respectfully, and the man nodded.
“Any news?” the man asked, looking straight at the lady.
“Perhaps not much, Dunce. But definitely valuable,” she says, settling down at the nearest chair.
“Our person is seeking for information. She succeeded easily, since King Ian’s men were not trained to see in the dark, and only tried to light the lamps. Pathetic, I would say.”
“Send Nadine to Elvendore. We have a new student,” Dunce said.
“Yes sir,” the lady replied.
“And also, my dear Kayla. Her name is Ashwa. Ashwa Miracle.”
“Yes sir. May I leave now?” Kayla asked.
“Of course. Mission must be completed by tomorrow evening, since the King also has an eye on her,” Dunce nodded, signalling Kayla to leave.
Purple light started to glow again from Kayla’s eyes. She sighed and started to walk out of the room.
“And also,” he started as Kayla turned around to leave, “Do practice your unlocking spell. It took you two minutes to get in and you could have been caught.”
“Yes sir.” With that, she left.
In Elvendore, a young elf stood at the broken-down house with tears. Her rage burned inside her, making her burn. Fire still roamed at the walls of the house, as she fell down, to the sandy ground, tears falling harder than ever. Around her, the same sight could be seen. Except everyone perished, except her alone.
A single flame sparkled on her finger tips.
She was Ashwa Miracle.