Warriors

Chapter 7

The wisened sorcerer crossed his hairy arms over his burly chest as he looked gravely at Peekablue. "What did you need to rush me here to talk about?" Peekablue needed Micah to know before anyone else, he didn't want to set off any panic. The Princesses had seen enough blood bleeding into the ground and lifeless eyes of Rebellion soldiers and even a little girl, with messy pigtails and a she ra doll clutched to her chest with a untidily stitched, violet frock handmade by a loving mother, who was wailing over her sweet creation, her once bubbly and mischievous daughter. Or maybe that was just him that witnessed the soul shattering shrieks of a grieving parent and the glassy, no longer bright, hazel eyes. That was besides the point. The point is that the Princesses experienced the brunt of a war and they didn't need additional stress from the coming one.

The Prince took a controlled inhale and stared at Micah with serious, ocean eyes. "I saw someone in the woods. She was casting a spell. A sorcerer's spell, one I couldn't recognise." He still recalled the strange rune circle with the glowing eye in the middle snapping open and returning his Farsight. "Could you describe it?"For now Micah was calm. He was always open to emotion but rational, it was times like these that it really shined through. And it was times like those that Peekablue wished he had been born Micah's son.

"The outer rings seemed similar to some cancellation spells and it was a long range. But it wasn't shot at anything and the middle didn't have a circle. It had some kind of...Eye." The hooded figure's bony fingers had then gracefully slipped back into her cloak and that was when the chase began. "So that's what's been blocking your Farsight."

"Yes but that's not all." The man he had once thought was calm now had a light tinge of wild panic in his eyes.
"What do you mean that's not all?"
"I chased after her and forgot to pay attention, she trapped me in a spell circle. She then told me I was her 'ancestral rival' and that I am the last Lapis seer."
"Then what?"
"She disappeared with a teleportation spell before I could stop her."
The light tinge of panic had become more obvious and a little more frantic. "She must be very powerful and experienced. I can't think of many sorceresses that have lived long enough to-"

"That's the thing. She's young. Younger than me, probably just a teenager." Peekablue announced a bit meekly as he cut Micah off. A brief silence rang around the room. "That's not possible." Micah sank into a pool of thoughts. Peekablue could practically see the cogs turning inside his head. "There might be a way..." He muttered under his breath.

"A way of what?" Micah continued to mumble phrases to himself, so lost in ideas that he forgot to acknowledge that there someone else in the room with him. "Micah." Peekablue insisted, it was not only frustrating but also exasperating. "What way?"

"I know how to get some answers about her."