The Whisperer

Chapter two: Auras

          

              Ugh…my head.  Carrius blinked his bone tired eyes, inexplicably wanting to sleep again, but there was that annoying sound of a staff being hit on the floor repeatedly, and a cold, stern voice that ineffectively forced him out from the disorienting reverie he was in.  He felt as if something was pulled out of his skull, as for what, he wasn't really sure of and neither did he probably want to know.

             “Maybe you induced too much power on the poor boy, Lady Helena.” A man suggested.

             “Nonsense.” She irritably spat back.

           And with the sound of that woman’s suspiciously evil voice, Carrius managed to fully open his eyes.  He internally gasped, to his horror, he was lying flat on the stone ground, surrounded by six elders that sat on those high thrones he passed by awhile ago.  They all looked surpassingly intimidating, even the ghost that lead him to Lady Helena’s clutches was comfortably seated there.  There was also an empty seat though; Carrius wondered for a minute if it was purposely left alone or if somebody was just missing for that little meanwhile.

           That wasn't the only weird thing that he noticed though, those enigmatic elludurs all had different halo like colors on their heads as they also managed to hold it high up, their backs were inhumanely straight and the beauty that they wholly possessed to themselves was just too much for his eyes to look upon that Carrius felt the sudden urge of intrusion—he was nothing but a beggar within the Elders’ sight.

             But Carrius, still weak and groggy, managed to properly kneel on all fours, his head bent low like his very life depended on it.  Which to him, it kind of did.

           “Stand, boy.” A youthful voice called to him from the center of all those other thrones.  Funnily enough though, the speaker just told him to stand without opening his mouth.

          Carrius quickly obeyed, his languid body trembling.  He brushed away what his quirky imagination was letting him see while also swallowing nervously.  Somehow, he was able to ignore the fact that there was nothing else to swallow except the metallic taste in his mouth.  “Are you going to kill me?” his trembling voice managed to ask.

             Lady Helena spoke this time.  Captivatingly, her eyes glinted the same amusement he oddly remembered on their first meeting.  “Only if you fail, Carrius Klyne,”

          That woman!  His thoughts screamed as his frail mind registered what just happened minutes ago.  What did she do to me?

              She seemed to know what he was thinking about because she started to explain in that vague way of hers.  “I had to get a little glimpse in your head, Carrius, but you know, if truth be told, those dreams of yours were a little too unpleasant.  Despite your rough cut edges, I sense your potential of course, or else you wouldn’t be anywhere near our midst if you weren’t that gifted.”

              Gifted.  The word stubbornly clung to his head in an incoherent haze.

             “Enough dilly dallies,” another man scolded, he had a red like aura to him, his very presence seemed to annoy Carrius a little, but for what apparent reason, he didn’t know where he should place his finger on for the blame.  The irritating man continued speaking though, “let’s just get along with it.  I had to sacrifice my early morning hours for an insignificant hearing of a boy’s mad potential.”

             Lady Helena eyed him out dangerously.  “You wouldn’t deem it insignificant, Lord Henry, if you learned that this boy, along with four other elludurs is the legacy we pass our tasks unto.  They are the key to the Abyss.”