The Sight

Prologue: Test

Test

-July 2006-

3rd person

Kiylee stood next to Arwyn while nervously flitting with the hem of her shirt that fell almost to her shorts. Kiylee was at an awkward lanky stage where her legs were much longer in proportion to the rest of her body. Her hair was dark brown and scraggily, hanging just past her shoulder blades and always an untamed mess much to Arwyn's dismay. Despite Arwyn's 360 years of life the un-aged pale blond women still felt the compulsive and unwavering need to tame Kiylee's hair and today like most days was not successful.

Arwyn reached for Kiylee's palm, ran her finger down it’s lines. The witch had no problems reading most palms but for some strange reason the 11 year old child had given her problems from the day she found her. It was difficult for her to decipher what Kiylee's palms foretold, and when she was able to interoperate the Meraki, magic energy life force, it was always incomplete and patchy which intrigued Arwyn all the more. However, today Arwyn was able to understand a glimmer of what Kiylee's palms foretold and announced that this day was going to be extra special and Kiylee needed look her best “just in case”.  The older women could be whimsical and vague with her plans of action, but when something out of the ordinary presented itself the witch went on a tidal wave of destruction to make something extraordinary if she saw fit.  The tidal wave of destruction often presented it’s self by relentlessly torturing Kiylee by dressing her up in more extravagant clothes then the occasion required and trying making sure that not a single strand of hair was out of place.

Having just been found and adopted by the Elfish Sorceress a year ago, Kiylee was still learning to adapt to the world of magic as well as having a mother such as Arwyn. The child was both meek while ridiculously head strong and stubborn depending on the given situation and who was involved. It was an aspect of her personality that perturbed and worried the elders of the Council and was the very reason she was now being homeschooled.

Because today was to be the day of Kiylee's testing before the council Arwyn had picked out a long loosely fitted white tank top with a tunic design in the front, a cascading translucent white bow in the back, and extended to Kiylee’s finger tips and just an inch above the end of gray cargo shorts. On her left leg was a satchel with 3 short knives exposed and secured by the fabric. Inscribed on each knife was a spell that kept the weapons hidden from Ungifted (human) eyes.  Just as Kiylee was slipping on a pair of knee high espresso leather boots with a few hidden knives in the boot soles and along the buckles on the side, an owl appeared at the window.

Kiylee opened the window and the animal fluttered in momentarily, dropping a rounded scroll before gracefully departing back out the window. The scroll was addressed in bold scrolling letters: Kiylee Summer Rain Elphonze and holding the scroll tight was the wax seal of the Council.

Kiylee bit her thumb and placed the bleeding finger onto the wax seal of the Council. A crackling electric blue flame dissolved the wax seal and when Kiylee pulled her thumb away it was healed of any injury.  Written upon the scroll in elegant scripted letters were the words:

To the honor of Kiylee Summer Rain Alphonze and her predecessor Arwyn Elise River Alphonze,

                You’re presence as requested  before the Council is to be served. You shall open the door upon the spell.

With grace we await your graceful hearts. 

                Arwyn had appeared beside Kiylee without as much as a sound. She was dressed extravagantly in a white silky robe that had the crest of the Council on the back in a vibrant light blue. Her light blond hair was French braded into long pig tales and then pulled back into a clip, she had tried and failed to do the same with Kiylee’s hair. Swung over her shoulder was a black bag from which she pulled a short blade Katana, decorated with white and red ribbon on the handle and sheath. Arwyn handed to her adopted daughter along with a few more weapons and some espresso leather arm protectants that matched her boots.