God's Gaze

Chapter Three: Fate's Arrival

       Queeny stumbled into Moira's house with her wrist still locked in Moira's iron-grip. The elf's perfectly manicured hand cupped over Queeny's mouth and she whispered in her shaking, fluffy ear: "Don't scream. I'm not going to hurt you."

       Queeny calmed down and let her body relax, which Moira took as a sign that she was willing to listen to her. However, the moment the hand was gone, Queeny rushed for the front door and attempted to open it, but Moira slid into it- blocking the bunny's path. Queeny's orb-like eyes darted around the small foyer and found an escape upstairs. The house wasn't all that tall, so taking a fall from the second-story window shouldn't hurt that much. She hoped.

       She spun around and crawled up the carpeted stairs and dashed into a bedroom where she laid her eyes on a large window halfway open. She squeezed her leg through the window and went to heave herself through the slim crack, but Moira caught up to her and held her in a tight bear hug- hauling Queeny back into the room and wrestling her flailing body to the grey, carpet floor.

       Her legs kicked and thrashed as she attempted to hit Moira, but none of her attacks landed. She materialized her favourite book from her childhood that she imbued with her nature element and tried to use her powers, but Moira's grip around her middle, pinned Queeny's arms to her sides- rendering them useless, thus she couldn't use her book. The book disappeared into thin air and Queeny's body suddenly stopped.

       She laid stiff as a board in the elf's arms on the floor. Moira then removed her from the hug hesitantly; confused by Queeny's sudden change. Moira climbed to her feet and backed into a wooden chair situated at a matching desk with art supplies piled on top. "You're giving up that easily? How lame," Moira's voice was deeper than Queeny anticipated.

       "Were you expecting a better performance?" Queeny asked, kneeling on the floor.

       "Yeah..." Moira said, propping her head against her fist on the desk, "when you're in your room as much as I am; you'd get bored pretty quickly."

       Queeny inspected the bedroom: deep blueish purple walls with nothing on them except for a calendar tucked away behind the door. The single bed with a sheer canopy over top it with fairy lights strewn through it was the most interesting thing in this room, compared to the dull and barren shelves and walls. "My mother doesn't expect me to live very long, so she never bothered making my room very homely," Moira answered, noticing what Queeny was probably thinking.

       "How come?" She asked.

       "You saw my hair- I'm a Vessel to Patrix, so I'm fated to die whether I like it or not," Moira said, her fist now curled in her lap, her eyes glancing around her room. Queeny saw the sadness hidden behind those violet eyes.

       "Mr. Gaumont wouldn't have sent us if he knew you were only going to hurt us," Queeny said, hopping off the floor and taking off her backpack. She opened it and took out the now crumpled assignment Mr. Gaumont gave them and handed it to Moira.

       They stood in silence as Moira read the assignment until she let out a low chuckle. "That sneaky snake."

       "What does it say?" Queeny asked, her eyes inching over the paper to read its contents.

       "Oh, nothing," Moira said, placing the papers on her desk and crossing her knee over a leg. "That snake just wrote that I'd fail the assignment if I don't show my face at school tomorrow."

       Queeny laughed. "That does sound like him!"

       Moira's expression went all grim again. "I'm sorry for making a whole thing out of this. I would have invited you inside properly, but I saw that other girl- that other Vessel. I got scared, panicked, and dragged you inside without thinking straight."