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In a Strange World

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The breeze hit her hair rather softly as she walked out onto the terrace of the balcony, avoiding the rubble of the broken castle behind her. She gazed out into the once golden city before devoid of the light and passion that had driven it so long ago. Now, like the castle, it was only a shadow of its former self. Of the whole place’s former glory. 

The woman sighed and went back inside. A miracle was what they needed, a miracle he said couldn’t possibly come to fruition, but she knew it could. It  had  to happen. If it didn’t all, this would be for naught.

She walked into the large foyer, avoiding pieces of rubble on the ground. The argument they had yesterday was still buzzing in her thoughts. He wouldn’t understand, she didn’t know why. There was a chance now, the miracle that they needed right there before them, and yet he denied it vehemently, claiming that ‘they should be happy they’re still alive.’ Well, she couldn’t. Not yet, anyway.

She paced the stone halls until she came upon his study room, and pushed the golden, now rusted, door open. All around the room were the sounds of shuffling papers, bubbling liquids, and materials being crushed or creatures benign studied. Balls of light danced around her body in a warm greeting, unlike their master, the man standing at the center of the room near a giant orb.

Taking a deep breath for confidence, she walked over to him with great strides and stopped right behind him. She took another breath and started.

“You know why I am here.” She said. Her voice made the little blue balls of light pause, and then frantically clamor for the door. They knew what was coming.

The man was still staring at the orb. His wrinkled hands came to rest on its smooth surface. “Yes, I suppose I do.” He responded. A little relief came to her. At least he was talking.

She continued on. “The girl. Should we just contact her-”

The man turned to face her. He had no eyes, but it wasn’t hard to feel the anger that radiated off of him. “Are you a child? No means no.” He said. “The mortal world has no need for our interference at the moment. Leave.”

She balled up her fist but tried not to let her anger show on her face. “You have no qualms about what happened to us? To you? What they did to us was unforgivable.  She  could help us-”

“You are so caught up in the past, you can not see the present.” The man spitted out. “The aedra did nothing to me, they only punished you. You are millennials old, and yet you still behave as a petty child would. Let it go.”

Oh, damn this. “Did nothing to you? I suppose they couldn’t when you ran with your tail between your legs.” The man stiffened. “You seem to think, I forget. How could I when your exit was so grand? You left me there to die-” She said.

“I am sorry you think that way. But was I supposed to stay there and fight a war you had already lost?” It was her turn to pause. “You were a fool. You still are a fool, in fact, and this place,” He pointed out to the sky. “is our punishment. I intend to not make it worse.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. That’s right; this was her punishment, but for what? What was her crime? All she did was create. She held her hands to her eyes as she sobbed, her tears were the color of the brightest gold. 

The man in front of her turned around and put her into a gentle embrace, making her cry harder. The sky outside seemed to rumble and flash lighting. The spirits felt the disturbance in the air and were getting restless, just like their creator.

“You need to calm down.” He said while pulling away. He smelled of old books and pinewood. “We can go for a walk later. Perhaps it’ll help placate your mood.” She nodded and sat down on the cold stone floor. The sky outside lacked the luster of the mortal world. Green and black seemed to mix together into a dreadful swirl of colors, with floating islands and statues. All contained memories and dreams, either stolen or given up for power. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, while the frightened orbs rushed back into work again.

Maybe tomorrow would be better. At least that’s what she hoped.