Vaile

Ravenna I

Ravenna stormed down the moss carpeted halls of the glen, shooting daggers at any poor servant who she saw. Most of them jumped with fright, or averted their gaze. Her ruby red ringlets bounced with every angry step she took, but movement was limited in her steel grey gown. She abruptly stopped at a single iron door built into a massive oak tree, it's branches fanning out towrads the sky. She pulled out a pewter key from her pocket, unlocked the door, and rushed down the stairs, trying to hold in the silver tears streaming down her cheeks.

You see, Ravenna never wanted to be evil, but once a bitter seed is planted in a heart, it grows and grows until the enitre spirit is consumed with blackness. In her case, evil took it's form as jealousy of her sister Maebel-heir to the Elven Throne.

The weathered stone stairs filtered into a large circular room, with only a desk, a chair, and an open antique chest filled with a witche's hoard of trinkets and rune-ish magick items.

"Laverna's curses on Orrick. Defender of the cowardly. King of the Bitter." Ravenna continued to gripe to herself as she swept everything off the desk and placed a single moonstone in the center.
Finay machiatto trieste carpe mach corpus Xanthe.

With a final raise of her hands, a gentle light from the moonstone filled the circular room, and next to her, a holographic Xanthe appeared. But in the midst of rune-working, Ravenna never noticed the young Princess Snow sneak it, peering from behind the stair rail."

"Sister. Do you have her?" Ravenna whispered urgently.

"Yes, Ravenna. I have acquired the apparition, as you requested. But Cherokee, is now with the stars." Xanthe said, mildly annoyed.

Ravenna's lips tightened, there was no room for a casualty in her plan. "Please bring yourself and Mavis here. Maebel's coronation is upon us!".

At this Xanthe cracked a smile.  "Ah, Prince Sardomian certainly had a sense of humor. Switching out an elf for a human infant. Genius."

"And Orrick still hasn't figured it out! Always complaining about that human stench around, but never quite realising that it's Maebel." Ravenna laughed.

"Is Sardomian still with our plan?" Xanthe asked smoothly.

"I believe so. I have not seen otherwise. Why do you ask?"

"Just stay put. Take who you have. I'm coming home."

At this point, Snow's eyes were as wide as saucers. She was half HUMAN! Her blood went cold. Suddenly, she quietly pricked her finger and looked at the disgusting mottled stuff her blood was. A light, shimmering red- a perfect mix between thick, goopy crimson human blood, and the light, moon-colored elvish blood.

She was.... a half-breed?!