𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔡 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤

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       CORDELIA

The Chaconne by Bach was much easier to play on her Stradivarius. Much easier for Cordelia anyways, than to coax music out of thin air. All twelve years of honing her concentration and energy to the sharpest edge, wasted. All of her dedication of five years, to learn violin and master it, only to fail miserably at conjuring even slightest of music. Unacceptable.

When Cordelia Bronwynn received the High Gift of Magic for being the best violinist among all of Ethyrea, it didn’t really come off as a surprise. Her skill with her Stradivarius was unrivaled. She had well deserved her Gift, and she would master it in no time at all. Or so she thought.

Sitting in her garden, she breathed in the warm scent of lavenders and wet earth, focusing her mind. She scrunched up her face, concentrating on a single, delicate tune, in a last attempt to conjure even the smallest of melodies. Her arms naturally took positions as if holding her Stradivarius, and as her fingers moved, she could have sworn she heard a small wisp of melody. But it dissolved as soon as it came.

At the familiar ding of her mobile, she groaned. That’s it, she gave up. For today. The lavender stalks brushed against her bare legs as she went over to check who it was. It was her reminder to go to the Guard Tower for her surveillance duties.

Calling out her goodbyes to her Mama inside the house, she tied up her wavy brown locks, checking herself out in the reflection of her car window. She loved her purple highlights which made her lavender eyes pop out even more. Sexy.

She finally arrived at the Guard Tower. Through the gates and up the stairs, she only met Sage, the Second-in Command, and Connor. The latter had the decency to acknowledge her, which Sage thought wasn’t really necessary.

He muttered a quiet hello, and coughed as she passed by him.

“Connor,” she nodded at the young blond, just a year older than her. When his gaze lifted to her face, she winked at him, running her tongue through her teeth. His pale skin flushed red, obviously remembering the night they had spent together last month. It was only a one-time thing, and though they’d enjoyed each other’s company, he was ashamed as he already had a girlfriend. Ambreia didn’t know about this, and he wanted to keep it that way.

Chuckling to herself, she opened the heavy glass door to the Surveillance room, and was surprised to see her Papa there.

“Papa!” she called out, hugging him as he turned around. He pressed a small kiss on her hair.

“There you are Carrie,” he said, pulling away. “Keep a good on the portals today. Jax has particularly noted suspicious activities in Ravenswood University. I’ll see you at the Fest in Creador” He patted her on the cheek, giving her a parting smile, before he turned around to walk away.

“Where are you-? “

“We found intelligence of spies in Karmynn,” he answered over his shoulder. “I have to go.” And with that he hurried out the room, calling out a few guards along with him.

Her father, Cyrus Bronwynn, was the General of the Elite Guard, to whom Sage was second-in-command. Of course, being the General of the Elite Guard came with its own responsibilities. And being the only daughter of the General came with its own… unwanted duties.

Cordelia, or Carrie, as her parents liked to call her, was filling the afternoon shift of Surveillance Guards, who were in the mess hall for lunch. Her footsteps echoed off the empty room as she took her usual place in front of a large glass screen. Humming along an obscure tune, she tapped on some tabs to show her all the portals to Ethyrea. Or what’s left of them at least.