The Harvinger's Return; The Heart of a Slave Girl

The Slave: Part 8

Claire stumbled away from the pensive, gripping a nearby chair for support as she panted heavily. She just finished watching all of her mother's memories which felt like days but was only minutes. Aweful. Her mother had lived an horribly cruel life. "That is the curse of a female Blackthorn, Miss." Squeeked Izzy. Claire looked at the elf in surprise. Izzy turned her large glassy eyes away from the pensive to Claire. "But Miss must decide if she can rise above it like Mistress or be killed from it like Mistress' mother." Claire calmed at the wise words of the elf. She cleared her throat and stood. "Dispite all the evil people thought she was... she still had a good heart. Why?" The elf smiled at her softly. "Mistress knew that everything she had prevented... she steared the world from a less darker path. Mistress was a great women, leader, and Protector." The elf explained passionatly. Claire smiled softly. "Then I will stride to follow in her footsteps." Claire said with new found purpose and determination. The elf beamed as a she led Claire from the room. They were walking for 15 minutes before they entered what looked like the dinning room. "What are we doing here?" Claire asked. Izzy beamed and snapped her fingers, clearing the room of chairs. Claire saw a silver candle stick holder which held a long white candle on the far end of the tabke. "Miss must first learn how to use her powers before she can change the world." Izzy said as she walked to the candle and turned to Claire. "Hold your hand out to the candle and will it to come to you." Claire did as the elf said but nothing happend. "Miss must clear her mind." Izzy squeeked. Claire tried harder but nothing. "Try harder." The elf urged. "I am trying!" She snapped as the candle zoomed across the table and into her hand. Claire beamed as she looked at the candle with amazement. "Ah... Miss needs to use her emotions." Izzy muttered as she crept closer. Claire then focused on the wick. "Light." She hissed. Suddenly the fireplace exploded and caught the carpet on fire. Izzy screamed as she snapped her fingers together and the flames went out. Claire set down the candle back down on the table ackwardly. "Sorry..." she whispered with embarrasment as the elf glared at her. "Izzy thinks that Miss needs to find her harmony. The point which Miss feels calm, collective, and in control. Good luck, Miss." Izzy snapped her fingers and suddenly Claire was standing in the middle of the forest.
She looked around and huffed. "IZZY!!" She shouted but was met with silence and distant birds singing. Claire huffed and sat down on the grass. "Harmony huh?" Claire said to herself. She crossed her legs and began to meditate but something caught her ear. Running water. Claire got up and followed the sound to a small but beautiful waterfall which housed many colourful fish in the pond below. Claire felt a strange emotion take her as she sat down with a soft smile. It was calming to watch the fish swim and jump. She smiled as she thought about what it would be like to freeze this moment. Then silence. Claire looked around and noticed everything was frozen. Even a fish was frozen in mid air. "Wow..." she whispered and reached out, touching the fish. It's scales were still wet. She thought about unfreezing time and the sounds flooded back to her as the fish dove into the water. Claire fell back and laid against the soft green grass as she fell asleep.

Eliza sat outside a café in london as her followers blended into crowds. Today was the day to strick fear into the hearts of the muggles. Eliza nodded as she sipped her tea and there was a bang, a whizz, and a pop as shops exploded and people started screaming. Eliza stood as a couple smashed into her table. She drew her wand as she walked toward the big clock tower, Death Eaters killing and attacking muggles at random as they followed behind her. "Kill them all!!" Eliza barked. Death Eaters crackled and cheered as they ran in different directions. Eliza looked up at the clock tower and pointed her wand at it. "Finite incantartum!" She shouted. The tower exploded as she turned and watched the chaos. "My lady what shall we do with this one?" Eliza turned and saw a Death Eater holding a muggleborn witch. "Let her go, you idiot. She possesses magic. We are tying to put the muggles in the dark, you moron!" Eliza snarled. They reluctantly released the girl as Eliza took in the mayhem. Eliza put the tip of her wand to her neck. "Muggles of London," her voice was amplified as everyone stopped. "My name is Eliza Riddle and I am a witch. Fear us for it is your turn to hide in the shadows and no one will stop us!" She shouted. She disapparated with a laugh as other followed after her. A muggle woman limped forward pointing an angry finger at the muggleborn witch. "She's one of them!" She shreeked. The witch shook her head but some men tackled her to the ground.