Golden Goblet, K.Ann.M [love letters to the dead .TXT] 📗

Chapter 4

She didn’t have long to marvel at what he did though, for the man grabbed one of her newly healed wrists and started to pull her along. Stumbling and bruising her feet she swore and tugged at the man to get him to stop.
“I can’t.” she said, gesturing at her feet.
“She finally speaks.” The man said, and he smiled at her surprised expression. Startled by his deep voice she didn’t register what he spoke and didn’t stop him from dragging her along again. When he suddenly stopped she ran into his back, while backpedaling she saw they had reached a dead end with a rotting oak door leaning against the stone wall. She walked up to it and opened it, and saw the wall threw it. Confused, she turned after carefully closing it and gestured at him and the door. Walking up to the door he touched a glyph that she hadn’t seen and opened it. The door way was now filled with blue swirling light.
“After you” the man said, pushing her toward the swirling blue light. As she tripped on the bottom of the door frame he shouted something and she twisted her body around as she was falling so she could see him.
“I can’t come with you!” he said, “but I can tell you this,” he said raising his arms to the ceiling. “My name is Rex Magure, the Magician!”

Chapter 5

When she finally exited the portal she fell to the ground, her legs unable to support
her weight due to her weightlessness while traveling through the portal.
“Where am I?” she said shivering, looking around. Snow covered the ground as far as the eye could see and falling from the sky in what seemed like a mosaic pattern. Stomping her feet and rubbing her arms to regain feeling she picked at the rags that covered her that had once been her glamorous coven gown.
“You could have at least given me something decent to wear!” she yelled at the sky, her breath melting the snow that had settled on her face only to have more settle on it. Taking a step forward she sunk two feet into the ground and with every step she took she seemed to sink deeper and deeper. Trying to backtrack, her terror rising, she sunk even deeper.
The snow was up to her elbows now she realized something, her feet and the lower half of her lags seemed to be getting warmer. Swallowing her fear she kept going, the steps taking her deeper and deeper into the snow until finally she was up to her neck in it. Taking a deep breath she plunged herself all the way into the snow, submerging herself.

Chapter 6

She shrieked when she seemed to fall into empty space, thinking she was falling into a chasm under the snow that was filled with melted snow and she was going to drown or worse freeze to death. Instead she fell to the ground with a huff, the heat melting the snow that covered her and dripping wet she stood. Looking around she noticed the water dripping off of her was being absorbed by a blue marble floor that seemed to glow with an inner light.
The walls on either side of her were Black marble with white specks of light littering its surface that seemed to make random patterns, never staying still, looking strangle a lot like the night sky. The ceiling was the more amazing of the two, you could see the snow swirling down but when it seemed to settle on the ceiling it disappeared, just as the snow that she had been standing in just moments ago had disappeared.
Reaching out to touch the ceiling she stopped just short of touching it when she heard footsteps coming her way. Turning her back on the footsteps she made her way towards the opposite end of the hall. Just as she reached the end of the hall the footsteps she had heard hastened and when she heard shouting she cursed. Sprinting around the corner she glanced back and saw three cloaked men with beards racing towards her. Speeding down the hall she slid to a stop when she noticed a thick black door with a golden knob. She opened the door and went in the room, closing the door behind herself and crouching against it held her breath listening. The group that had been chasing her slowed when they rounded the corner and reached the door she was behind and she stained her ears to hear them through the thick dark wood of the door.
“I am far too old for all of this running, you two go on ahead,” one of them said, and after the sound of their footsteps faded the man on the other side of the door stopped wheezing and became strangely quiet. Then all of a sudden there was a bright flash of light that blinded her eyes and the door she was crouched next to disappeared, revealing the man who had stayed behind standing there calmly and quietly watching her.

Chapter 7

She retreated quickly, tripping over her own feet in the process while he stalked toward her with a menacing glare, which transformed into a sad smile.
“Child,” he said softly, “you have no need to fear me, for I would not be able to hurt one such as you.” Tears gleamed in his emerald green eyes and he turned away, striding toward a desk and laying his cloak upon the chair behind the desk. His robes, now revealed, were a startling shade of blue with a pattern not unlike the one on the black marble in the halls. He ran a hand through his black hair and then stroked the beard on his chin, and turning back to look at her his eyes looked haunted.
“What do you mean when you say you would not be able to hurt one such as I?” Contessa asked softly, pushing herself up off the floor and standing.
“There is no greater pain than the pain and the loss you have gone through these past few nights, were all that you had known and all that you had been told are revealed to be lies, and now you don’t know who you are anymore or what to do.” he says all of this softly, his voice breaking on the last word. “I am known as Quinton, and Contessa I must say you are much older than I was led to believe you would be.” He went and got his cloak and came to stand beside her.
“ H . .H .how do. .do you kn.n.ow my n .ame.” She stuttered, looking at him with wide eyes. He looked in her eyes calmly draped his cloak around her shoulders before he replied.
“I am your father.” he said.

She drew the recurve bow taunt, her arms shaking with the effort. Without aiming she released and with a twang and thwak the arrow hit the center of the target. Sighing, Contessa, who now preferred to be called Con retrieved the arrow and returned it to its quiver. Placing the recurve bow on its designated place on the wall among the other weapons and leaving the quiver leaning against the wall left the room relunctantly. Spotting her master Falon Rivit chatting with some of his collegues she ducked back into the training room and turned off the light retreating to the back of the