When The World Breaks

Chapter Five

A few minutes later, Kyle flew over to her, "You had one job."
"Shut it." The Author pulled herself onto solid ground, sitting down on the grass with her back to the castle.

Kyle landed beside her, "What do we do now?"

The Author thought for a moment, "Well, the mists could have dropped the bag anywhere..." She paused, "So... we need to get help from someone who can find out where!"

Kyle frowned, "What do you mean?"

The Author stood, grinning, "We're going to go visit the Moon goddess."

"And where is she?" Kyle asked, flapping his wings impatiently.

"Right here." The Author looked at the castle that towered above them.

"Really?" Kyle landed on her shoulder, "There's no way we just happened to enter right next to the place we needed to be."

The Author shrugged and started walking, "The trouble with fiction is that it makes too much sense, reality never makes sense."

Kyle ruffled his feathers, "So you're just going to quote a philosopher and ignore how convenient this is?"

"Rule six: never ignore a coincidence, unless it inconveniences you or your in a hurry." The Author smiled.

"Are we in a hurry?"

"Yep!" The Author grinned.

They walked along the small ledge that was between the castle and the canyon, The Author humming to herself as they turned a corner and found where the wall stopped and opened up into an entryway, with a huge wooden door at the end.

"Hm," The Author hummed, frowning, "I'm going to need to change."

Kyle perched on a bench, "Why?"

"I feel like it." The Author pulled off her cloak and removed her boots, pulling a pair of black heels from her pocket along with a dark purple dress. She simply put the dress on over her blouse and leggings, sitting down next to Kyle to put the shoes on.

The Author then pulled out a hand mirror and began touching up her makeup, adding winged eyeliner and red lipstick. Once satisfied with the result she smiled standing and spinning around, examining the way the red stripes in her auburn hair contrasted with the hues of the dress.

Kyle eyed her, "Why is your face so colored in?"

The Author laughed, "I need to look my best if we are going to visit a goddess!"

Kyle cocked his head to the side, "Are you taller?"

"Heels."

"Why?" Kyle frowned, "Do you need to reach something on a shelf?"

"Stop quoting Doctor Who at me." The Author smiled and shook her head, "Come on, we're going to be late."

"For a shelf?"

The Author let Kyle perch on her shoulder before walking over to the pair of doors that sat before them. She knocked four times before pushing them open.

"You can't do that!" Kyle squawked, "What if she gets mad?"

"She won't." The Author stepped forward, the doors closing behind her.

The interior of the castle was dark, suits of armor glittered in dim torchlight, a dark blue carpet stretched forward, towards a large throne that was positioned to face the door. Looking up, the ceiling was dotted with the constellations and different patterns the night sky had to offer.

The Author looked around, "Hello? Anyone home?"

A flash of light illuminated the room, and a woman appeared in the center, she had a pair of black horns and a silver aura radiating around her, "Who dares to enter my home?"