Amber awoke with a start, shooting up in bed. She shooed a fussy Loveday off her, who yelped at the sudden movement.
"What? What is it? What's wrong!? What's the emergency?" Amber asked.
"You were screaming in your sleep, disturbing other guests," Loveday responded. She shot the sleepy creature before her a worried glance. She hesitated, before saying: "Amber... you should see this."
Amber raised an eyebrow before her face turned serious.
"Okay, show me."
To her surprise, Loveday handed her a small, round mirror. Amber gave her friend a quizzical look before gazing at her reflection. Shocking violet eyes stared back at her. They flashed green, and then tirned violet once more. She turned her head, and gasped at her hair. Her silver hair was tainted, a few streaks the shade of fresh blood and raven wings. Amber sucked in a slow breath, before tearing her eyes away from the looking glass to face her friend.
This was not supposed to happen to her anymore. She hadn't lost control in a long time...
"Loveday?" she said slowly, weighing the importance of each word on the tip of her tongue before voicing them, unintentionally coping the way her friend spoke to her last night."Do you remember when I gave you a few vials some time ago?" Loveday sobered, her fear for her friend fading at the question as she turned all-business. "Yes, they're in the safe, as requested. Which do you need?"
"The small red one, and the diamond-shaped green one. Also, the small box of blue powder. A small mug of rosewater, and a glass stirrer."
Loveday nodded, not trusting her voice to speak, and left the room to find the supplies.
Amber lay back down on the bed, her hands pressed against her face, elbows facing the ceiling, and her knees drawn up. She let out a low groan, and kicked her twisted bonds she called "sheets" onto the ground. Refusing to get up, even for the sake of curiosity, she turned her head to look at the only vaguely familiar surroundings.
She studied the expensive mahogany walls and framework. The black and white painted door. The small chest of drawers with iron details. The stain glass windows and the dark red shutters. The earthenware pot filled with by now cold water, and a small, small piece of Soapstone next to it. '"Hang on..." She muttered to herself. "Soapstone!"
She got up quickly, and stumbled over the tangled mess she had dumped next to her bed mere moments before.
Amber quickly removed her underclothes she used to sleep in, and started bathing. She struggled to keep her teeth from chattering as she washed some mud out of her hair, and tried to remove the worst of the knots. She hurriedly washed her mortal form, the Soapstone humming as it worked its magic, and, finally, splashed her face with some clean water.
Once she was done, she threw the murky liquid out of the window, into the drainpipe that ran roughly two feet beneath the opening.
Amber clothed herself in an oversized white blouse she knotted at the waist, and brown, baggy trousers with patches and the ends rolled up. She then put on a dark brown outer corset which laced at the front over her top, accentuating and supporting her shape yet loose enough to move around in with relative ease, and tied on her soft leather boots.
Glancing in frustration at the colours in her hair and the foreign eyes in the mirror, she loosely braided her hair to keep it out of her face.
When she called, Raven didn't respond for some reason, and her head was aching.
Amber sat down, glimpsing at her pocketwatch, and wonderered what was taking so long.
"Speak of the devil and she shall appear!" Amber laughed. As the door opened, the blondine then closing the doorwith her hip.
She blushed, and set the tray with the requested items on top of the chest of drawers.
Amber practically pounced onto it, then thought the better of it. "Love, can you do me a favour and feed my prisoner? Just some herbloaf and weak ale, if you please. Place it on my tab," she told Loveday. Loveday instantly replied, "will do," and slipped out of the room.
Amber faced the tray, and kneeled before it, her joints cracking as she did so.
Carefully, she uncorked the green diamond shaped vial, and let a small, pink, pearl-shaped substance roll out onto the palm of her hand. She blew on it, and its response was to briefly glow golden. She dropped it into the rosewater, where it started fizzing.
Next, Amber fiercely shook the red vial, and then quickly poured all of its purple fluid into the bubbling mixture, which then turned green. Lastly, she used the glass stirrer to dip into the blue powder, a small pinch of the stuff sticking to it, and gently started stirring the mug. Without warning, its contents stopped bubbling and flashed, momentarily blinding its maker, before it turned clear.
It now strongly resembling water.
Grimacing, Amber raised the mug to her lips. She briefly looked into the mirror and raised her glass. "Cheers," she said softly, the sarcasm dripping off the word. She drank the liquid in 3 large gulps. She coughed as it burned her throat on the way down.
A pause.
Amber sat on the bed, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she started panting, and moaning in pain. She doubled over, biting her pillow as to not cry out too loudly. Agony, pure agony, was upon her. It was as though she was being flattened by a large boulder. As though millions of fire ants were crawling under her skin, and however much she scratched they wouldn't leave. As though there were hundreds upon hundreds of pins and needles all over her, surrounding her, piercing her.
As though her powers had been extinguished as she was dipped into the freezing waters of the northern Lagoon.
Eventually, it became too much for her to bear. Amber welcomed the darkness with open arms, and in return it swallowed her whole.
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It was about an hour later when she awoke, feeling groggy- yet, at the same time, strangely refreshed. She was no longer in any pain at all, on the contrary- she could not remember the last time she had felt so.... whole. Somehow, even her leg seemed to be fully healed.
She felt a slight pang in her heart when she couldn't feel her powers, but at least she could feel Raven's cooling calm, soothing her from any panick she would normally have.
A quick check in the mirror told Amber that yes, her eyes were green again and no, her hair was no longer stained. Spilling other people's blood was always messy, but normally not this much of a hastle.
She heaved a sigh of relief, and flopped back on the bed, too lazy to get up.
Of course, that was the moment when Loveday decided to suddenly burst into the room.
Her face was pale, her eyes wide, her whole body shaking. Her eyes were misty, as though she was about to burst into tears. Amber sprung out of bed, and threw her arms around her friend.
"Love? What's wrong? You look as though you've seen a ghost!"
Lip quivering, it took her a few moments before she could answer.
"The prisoner you left in my room. He- he's gone..."
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