Re: Blackwood Manor: Firefly's Folly
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Five[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Even though the day's classes were still taking place, Squad XVII had retired to their rooms. It was somewhat fortuitous that she had neglected to tell them whether or not to return to their afternoon lessons, so they had decided to take the rest of the day off, and Squad XVI had done the same.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]So are you going to tell us what happened?” said Hayden, gingerly lounging on one of the sofas. His arms were wrapped in stark, white bandages and he held them awkwardly in front of his body. [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Sierra shrugged, and wriggled in her seat. Her eyes flicked down toward her torso.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Hayden,” said Pharos quietly, cautioning the dark-skinned boy. Sierra shook her head.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]No, it's fine. I … You know how my powers work,” she said, and shrugged. “They're different to yours and everyone else's,” she said, looking at Pharos. “I have had them for longer than I can remember, so I'm fairly good at controlling them. I nearly lost control today. That's what made me upset.”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]That, and the rest,” said Pharos, peering at her intently. [/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Yes, Pharos, I know what you want me to say.” said Sierra irritatedly. “I'm dangerous when I lose control. Moreso than Bearwood, much worse than Mathers and Oake. I just had to … get away.”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]We're all dangerous,” said Tara, shrugging. “It's the point.”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]I'm worse,” said Sierra. “If I had caught up to Viktoryia today I would have killed her.” [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Tara seemed unconcerned. She shrugged and drew her feet up under her legs. From where she sat across from Sierra, she looked the other girl up and down. Next to her, Pharos moved slightly.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]You didn't,” said Hayden. “Instead we killed a freak. How's that for a turnaround?” He grinned.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]It's hard to learn control,” said Pharos, frowning. “Back when my psionics first developed I couldn't help hearing things. It was horrible.”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]It isn't the same,” said Sierra softly. “When I lose control, people can die. When you lose control you get headaches.”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Where do they come from?” said Hayden softly, breaking the silence. Sierra chewed her bottom lip, considering her answer.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Have I never said?” she replied, looking past Hayden and at the wood panelled wall behind him. Hayden just stared at her. The short girl sighed.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]You should tell us. Five years, Sierra.” said Tara, leaning forward. “We've dealt with this before – three times you nearly 'lost control' and kept us from knowing why. We can help.”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]If she isn't comfortable telling us we shan't make her,” said Pharos. He sat back on the sofa lazily, gazing out at Sierra from half-closed eyelids.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]No. We have no secrets,” said Sierra resignedly. “I shouldn't keep this from you. It was a matter of pride, really,” she said, and shrugged. “I should be over it, but … I get it from my mother, I suppose.” She laughed. “My abilities are unnatural.”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Like his aren't,” said Tara, snorting and pointing at Pharos with her elbow.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]They are,” insisted Sierra, “but mine aren't. His were a natural development, a response to the Blackwood, but mine were the result of Mother's experiments.”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]You can't be serious,” said Pharos, sitting up. “She would do that to you?” Sierra nodded in response.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Yes. It isn't so bad. I'm fine now, and the benefits really did outweigh the risks.”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]What did she do?” said Tara, pressing down on her calf, leaning closer to Sierra. [/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Kill her own daughter,” said Pharos, brows narrowed in anger. [/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]She did not kill me. I did not die,” she said indignantly.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]That's what I saw in her head,” said Pharos, shrugging. “Before she started blocking everyone out.”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Then you're wrong,” said Sierra quietly. She got up and retreated into the girls' bedroom, leaving the three others in total silence. When she had gone, Tara got up from her seat and stood over Pharos menacingly.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]You do not accuse someone's mother of murder, especially not infanticide.” she said, glaring at him. The tall boy sat up.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]It wasn't an accusation,” he said, calmly. “It was what I heard in her mind.”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]That's a big thing to say,” said Hayden, “and your powers were only just developing... I don't know how it works, but isn't there a sort of learning curve?”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]I know what I heard,” said Pharos. He shrugged, and got up, pushing Tara out of the way gently. She made a strangled noise and sat down next to Hayden, pushing him out of the way. Pharos shut the door loudly behind him.[/FONT]
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[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Twelve uniformed, expressionless youths stood before Elle Kilgaran's desk silently. Elle was pacing about the large, spacious room. She held a crumpled letter in her left hand. After a few moments, she stopped pacing and stood in front of her squads.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]You may sit,” she said, directing them to a table in the corner of the room. Quickly, they sat around the table and Elle sat at its head. “I have a special mission for you,” she said. She was careful not to let her disapproval show on her face; her squads were loyal to her, and if it looked as if she were not in full support of the mission it was likely they would fail to perform. [/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Her Highness, Queen Luisa of Spyr Darr and the Darrian Empire, has requested a total of five squads that shall act as an elite team of fighters. I have decided to send her three. Your mission will be explained in depth by the commanders, but as I understand it there is a conflict between the colony of New Lendis and the Free Crann State. It is hoped that the expertise and unique skills of the Blackwood Squads will turn the tide of the war; we are losing, and it is costing Her Highness a great deal of money.” Elle paused. “Money which has been taken from elsewhere,” she added, hinting that money had been taken from the school. [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]She pushed three files toward the squad leader of each squad, and allowed the squad leaders time to read them. When they had finished, she began to speak again.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Mistress Zess will be in charge for the duration of the mission. In my absence she is your Director. As the nature of paranormal skills is as yet unknown, it would be wise to refrain from speaking about or using your abilities in front of anyone else unless you are forced to,” said Elle, looking pointedly at a tall, wide-shouldered boy and a slim brunette – Darien Mathers and Violet Oake, respectively. [/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]I will ensure that anyone who has paranormal skills is on their best behaviour, Director,” said Zess, also looking at Mathers and Oake. Oake rolled her eyes.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Good,” said Elle. “It is unknown how long you will be required. The journey to New Lendis will take a few weeks, and then there is the fighting. You will collect the fee after your mission is complete. Details are included in the letter I have just given Mistress Zess. Do not open it. My seal is required as proof of authenticity. You will leave in four hours, so as to make the next ship at Salisport. Questions?”[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Vincent Chambers, Squad II's leader, cleared his throat and began speaking.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Are we to be mercenaries only, or are we to investigate any sightings of freaks or aberrants, Director?” [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Elle frowned. [/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]You are to follow the orders of your commanding officer,” she said carefully, “but were a situation to arise where you could deal with a suspected problem, the choice to take the opportunity is yours.” Chambers nodded, and nobody else spoke up. Elle stood and dismissed them, watching them go. [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]As they left, she smiled. Squads I through V were her very first students, and she had taken a very active role in training them. Seeing them, nine years later, with professional and disciplined attitudes, she could smile and feel as if she had really accomplished something. Glancing at the clock on her wall, Elle's smile faded. With a sigh, she left her office and quickly made her way down the the ground floor using the servants' passageways. She exited the narrow space fairly near to the classrooms and the rooms with the secure cellar access. She hurried down the stone steps down to the first level of the cellars, and then down more to get to Siaran Firefly's summoning rooms. [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Three storeys underneath the main palace building, the only word Elle could find to describe Siaran's rooms was “dungeons”, and she shuddered to think of why they were built in the first place, so far below the rest of the building. She passed Siaran's huge, unfinished pattern and ducked into a damp, musty room with a low ceiling. Standing at the centre of the room, amidst a flock of dead chickens, was Siaran Firefly. She was covered in blood and feathers, and stood with her arms raised high to the ceiling. A complex pattern was painted onto the floor in chicken's blood. Elle stood in the doorway quietly, watching Siaran at work.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]As Siaran chanted something in a guttural language, the temperature of the room dropped and an eerily whistling pierced the air. Within moments, a tiny, brightly shining entity appeared in front of Siaran, who stopped chanting and dropped her arms. [/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Hello,” she said to the small, buzzing thing, blood still dripping from Siaran's callipygian form.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Humans are silly,” said the creature in a high-pitched, whiny voice. It buzzed around the small room, looking at each chicken in turn. “What do you want?” it said, and then it turned to feast on the chicken's flesh.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]I need to know what a pattern does,” said Siaran, picking up a chicken and waving it in front of the creature. The creature was distracted from eating, and followed Siaran into the other room. Before she could pass, Elle moved out of the way; blood was hard to get out of her uniform.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]How do I make this work, and what does it do?” she asked, her voice strong and domineering.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Oh, that,” said the creature absently, floating closer to Siaran's chicken. She moved it out of the way. It whined. “You just have to … with the blood … virgins,” it added, buzzing around the chicken. “I want it,” said the creature, diving into the chicken. Siaran dropped it, disgusted.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]What does it do?” she asked again, kneeling down to look at the creature devouring the chicken's flesh.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Don't know,” said the creature. “Can't tell. From somewhere else.” Siaran made a strangled noise. Time was running out, and when the creature had sated itself on the bodies of the chickens it would leave again.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Do you know anything that would know?” asked Siaran, still kneeling. [/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]No,” it said, “S'different. Can't tell. Don't like it.” It stopped talking to gorge on the chicken. “Going now,” it added, and vanished, taking the chickens with it. Siaran sighed, and stood back up. She turned to Elle, who appeared confused.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]What did I just witness?” she said, looking Siaran up and down. She had painted various figures over her body in chicken's blood, and much of it had run, covering her in the sticky substance. [/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]A summoning,” replied the bloody woman. “I had wanted to explain it to you before I began, but the time came and I needed to seize it.” [/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]What was that thing?” asked Elle, sitting down on a low protrusion of stone that served as a bench.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]I don't know,” said Siaran. “Summoning is one of the lost arts; there is barely enough information on how to summon, let alone on what you summon. Generally I receive useful information, but this time … well, it was as you could see. The creature was unhelpful.” She paused for a moment and chewed her lip. “And it took all the chickens, too. I was hoping to use them for another summoning,” she added. [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Siaran walked steadily over to a bucket in the corner of the room and began washing the blood and feathers from her body.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Is that strictly … necessary?” asked Elle, mouth curled into an expression of disgust. [/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Yes,” said Siaran flatly. “There is no other way to attract that particular creature, and none of the others I am able to summon have been able to help thus far. Of course, my skills are only rudimentary at best...”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]I hardly think rudimentary describes your skills, Siaran,” said Elle, smiling. In the particular circles the two women had been forced to move in, her name was synonymous with 'talent.' “Perhaps functional would be a better term – you know how to do what is needed. And I do hope you informed the staff that you took several of their chickens. You know what happened last time!”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]I informed them this time, yes,” said Siaran, drying herself with a fluffy, white towel.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Did you learn anything important from that … exchange?” asked Elle, becoming businesslike and direct.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Yes,” said Siaran, “though it is more the information that I didn't get which was the key. None of the otherworld's creatures know anything about the pattern... this suggests it is from a different place, or perhaps is older than any of them... As I have said, my skill is basic, so I am unable to determine its true purpose from the pattern, but it is interesting.”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]It requires further research, you mean?” said Elle, smiling wryly. Siaran smiled back at her, and nodded.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Yes. It might have to wait until this summer, unless I can slip away at the end of term,” replied the taller, bustier woman. While the two women talked, Siaran pulled on her uniform.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Do you ever plan on teaching summoning?” said Elle carefully, turning her head toward her friend as they climbed the staircases up to the ground level of the school.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Yes,” said Siaran, “though as yet there has been no student with sufficient innate talent.” She paused. “Save Sierra, but for … reasons we both know she is unable to summon.”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Of course,” said Elle, frowning. “Are there no others? I have spotted Talent in many of the students... under-developed and unripe, but many of them will grow into Talented individuals.” She grinned. “Our theory on the Blackwood and where it sits is correct,” she added.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Would you like to come for tea and scones in the Ladies' Garden?” said Siaran delicately, when the two of them had emerged from the cellars. “Lucian should be here shortly,” she added. “Selene is joining us with Anabel and Canan.” Elle smiled, softening her usually severe face.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]That sounds delightful,” she replied, and the two women walked, arm in arm, toward the doors that led outside.[/FONT]