Mailee lay on her bed, staring at the pool of sunlight on the floor. It filled in the stone tiles, and turned everything a warmth that made her feel as if she were frozen in an everlasting moment.
She didn't mind the daytime, thought she found more comfort in the night hours. It was just the time when she slept, the time when she stalked and killed, the time when the stars emerged with glittering beauty and made her feel wonderfully small and insignificant.
Mailee frowned. It was only early afternoon, and even though she needs to find a Treant today, she couldn't quite get up yet. Her heart was still too heavy, she wouldn't dare go over the memories of Raloric, and she most certainly won't amuse herself with fantasies of what their future would have been like if he was still alive. After last night she just wasn't feeling like being productive today just yet.
She was wearing one of Raloric's old shirts, the other two were in her bag waiting for her to ware. Yes, she loved him more than anyone else and that is what got him killed. After seeing what her father did to him left a raging wound in the core of her heart.
The last memory of Raloric was when her father was 'punishing' her and making him watch, the entire time Raloric had been screaming 'I will kill you!' again and again and it taken four other full grown trained warriors to retrain him from doing just that.
She would tuck Raloric's love into her heart, a bright light for her to take out whenever things get darkest for her. And then She would remember how it felt to be loved, when the world had held nothing but possibilities of many horrors. No matter what people did to her, they could never take that away from her.
She will not break. And someday... someday, even if it took her last breath, she will find a way break her bonds from Ashia. From her father. Mailee wiped away a small tear that ended up turning into a small red gem in her hand.
She traced the sunlight to where it lapped upon the tapestry-covered wall. The tapestry was odd, old, and not very carefully preserved. Images of forest animals amongst drooping trees dotted the large background. A woman-- the only Night Elf in the tapestry-- stood near the floor.
She was life-size and remarkable beautiful. Though she had red sleek hair, her face looked wise, and her glistening silver eyes, set graciously within their sockets. A tattoo resembling of a rose is almost hidden just above the right side of her right eyebrow, and her flowing white gown seemed to move in the sunlight; it--
Mailee sat up in bed instantly.
"Did the tapestry just sway slightly?" She glanced at the window. It was firmly shut. The tapestry was barely blowing outwards, not to the side. "Could it be?" Her skin tingled, and she put some pants on before approaching the wall. The tapestry stopped moving. She reached to the end of the fabric and pulled it up. There was only stone. But...
Mailee pushed back the heavy folds of the work and tucked it behind a chest to keep it aloft. A vertical groove ran down the face of the wall, different from the rest. And then another one, not there feet from it. They emerged from the floor, and just above Mailee's head they met in a-- "It is a door!"
Mailee leaned her good shoulder into the slab of stone. It gave a little, and her heart jumped. She pushed again, her hair swayed slightly. The door groaned as it moved slightly. Grunting, she shoved, and finally the door swung open. A dark passage looked before her.
A breeze blew into the black depths, pulling the strands of her hair past her face. A silver ran down her spine. "Why was the wind going inwards? Especially when it had blown the tapestry outwards?" She looked back at the bed, which Nooroo was still laying fast asleep and won't be getting up anytime soon.
She had lit a candle before she took a step into the dark passage. The light of the candle revealed that it was made of stone and thickly covered in dust. She stepped back into her room. If she were to go exploring, she'd need proper provisions. Mailee put down her candle down. She needed a torch-- or at least some extra candlesticks. While she might be used to darkness, she wasn't foolish enough to trust it, her father saw to that.
Moving through her chambers, trembling with excitement, Mailee gathered two enchanted balls of yarn from her bag, along three sticks of chalk and her two daggers. She tucked three extra candlesticks into the pockets of her cape, which she wrapped tightly around herself.
Again, she stood before the far passage. It was terribly dark, and seemed to be beckoning to her. The breeze blew into the passage again. Mailee pushed a chair into the doorway--it wouldn't do to have it slam shut on her and leave her trapped forever.
She tied a string to the back of the chair, knitting it six times, and held the ball in her spare hand. If she got lost, this would lead her back with its soft glow that it gave off in the dark. She carefully folded the tapestry over the door, just in case someone came in. She then started her journey in the dark passage.
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The Mirror Guardian
Random((Book One of The Guardian Series.)) She was the Flame of Light craving peace... They say she is powerful. They say she is the Flame of Life. They say she instill fear into the hearts of many. It is even said that the Devil himself is afraid of her...
