THEIR screams echoed into the darkness before flatlining into the honey thick silence. The departure through thin air, coiled from magic she knew little about, sent her mind spiralling with choking fear and tantalising anxiety. Worry, for their safety, evident in her crestfallen features.
She turned around in quick ease, though the tide she felt could easily be discern as fatal calamity. "Sophie? Aggie?" She called into the thickening darkness. Her cries of feeble mortality did not merit her a reply, perhaps forlorn pity from the headmaster but that is to its extend.
"What did you do to them." She accused with a new found dose of poison. Backing away as slowly as she could, the smell of fear exuding from her but her eyes are sharp like the talons of the winged bird who brought her and her friends here.
The headmaster held his finger up, raised his brow dignifiedly. He spoke slow and deliberate, as if he was a merchant of the wise and prudent. "It is not what I have done, but what the Storian has wrought," he chuckled, a twinkle sound that is in resonance of malice.
"That explains nothing." Evangeline nearly cried in frustration.
"They're safe, in beds. As should all students of this late hour." He added poignantly, taking his resume at the head of the room, where his study laid dormant with books a-skewed and a flurry of papers nearly tipping the edge.
"Why wasn't I taken with them?" She questioned slowly. Feeling the shell that once serves as a barrier for her safety now extend into an armour of steel. If she stand here any longer with the sharp diagonals of secrets mulling over head she might as well be paralysed in capitulating fear.
"The Storian never do anything that is not of its own volition. Thus, I'm compelled to admit I do have a few transpiring inquiries that stem from you." he spoke eloquently, a manner that is scarce from that of Gavaldon townsmen. Delia only recognised his grand words from stories, it must be fitting now— here she was at the pivotal stage where fairytales transpires and in lieu inspires. A land where magic is law.
She nodded, "okay." There was no doubt that the solution to flee is near impossible, so instead of wasting energy, Delia accepts the fact that she must see this through to perhaps find a common ground.
If they just understand that their existence in this warped reality is an honest error, then all will return to its origin. Like missing puzzle piece finally snugged amongst others who have waited for it.
