The Lost World Of Victa

Chapter 6: Magic Scales

I follow Sarah down the halls into the dining room. The walls are painted dark brown, and there's a gigantic fireplace casting the room in an amber glow. There is a long oak table that could fit thirty guests or more. All of the chairs are taken up by...servants...?

The guests appear to be Jameson's servants. Is this a mock dinner?

"Sarah," I whisper, "what's going on?"

She looks at me and smiles. "He's doing this for you. He wants to make sure you don't mess up tomorrow night. Now watch me." I look towards the head of the table and see Jameson sitting there regally, like a Prince. His blue hair was combed back and his golden eyes shone. He wore a plain grey T-shirt and black jeans but it showed off his muscular body.

My heart flutters for a minute...wait this guy had bullied me for years. Yeah, he'd helped out, but he'd bullied me almost every day.

I watch as servants pile from where Sarah and I had come from. They bring out tons of dishes as we rush to Jameson's side. He starts to glare at us until he looks at me. I smile, very nervous. I'd never been to something this fancy, and this was only a practice dinner.

"Sarah," Jameson orders, "I'm thirsty. Could you get my usual please?"

Sarah looks up at Jameson and smiles, her eyes sparkling, "Of course, my lord."

She turns and rushes out of a hidden doorway that I hadn't noticed before, motioning for me to follow. She weaves through hallways until we are in a circular room. The walls are covered in flowing waterfalls of every color. It is something out of a fairytale. In the middle is a golden fountain and a dozen silver goblets.

"What is this place?" I mutter, spinning in a circle, enamored with the beauty.

"It's the drinking hall, Lily."

"Drinking hall?"

"Each waterfall is a different flavored magically enhanced drink. Lord Jameson usually gets 1 cup of gold, 3/4 cup of cyan, 1/4 cup of lavender, and 1 tsp of rose. Remember that, because he'll ask for that."

I watch as she pulls out measuring utensils and puts the exact amount she specified in a silver goblet. She dances as she does this, swaying to a nonexistent beat. This was Morrighan magic at work. It was gorgeous.

She finishes and we go back the same way we'd come. When we enter the dining hall Jameson turns his head at us. Sarah bows and hands him his drink. He brings the goblet to his lips, takes a tiny sip, and nods.

Sarah releases the breath she's been holding, and the feast commences. Music gently plays and stardust rains from the ceiling. If this is just a practice dinner, then I can't even imagine what tomorrow will hold.

•••

The night went on, Sarah and me at Jameson's side the whole night. Finally, after what seemed like hours, dinner and the after-party in the living room ended.

I glance at my watch. It is 9:00 at night. I follow Sarah to the changing room, where we run into Trixie.

"How'd she do?" Trixie asks Sarah.

"She did great," Sarah smiles.

I blush. I hadn't really done anything.