Claire woke as the Mercedes slowed and began to jerk as if on a gravel road. She still couldn't speak, move or cry but she could see and think. She didn't know how long she had been sleeping but, it was dark outside. The silver moon hung full in the dark night sky as the car slowly crawled down a rocky dirt road between two mountain faces.
For a moment it appeared normal as if nothing were there, then a shiver went through Claire's mind and suddenly at the base of the mountains just as they passed between them a city glowed with blue and white light.
A castle stood against the mountains and the city surrounded it like a fort. She was definitely not in Kansas anymore. An image of Emerald City popped into her head and she pushed it away. This city was more general and eerie in its beauty.
The Mercedes pulled up to the huge glowing blue gate and it shined even through the dark tinted windows.Claire's eyes fluttered and rolled to the back of her lids and she began shaking from he'd to toe. Perhaps she was dying finally and this was the gate of heaven.
"We have to get her to Illyrian quickly, she's fading!" The man sounded slightly panicked now and the woman picked Claire up and began to carry her swiftly through the city. Claire's hood was up and the woman seemed to be trying to hide her face from sight. Funny, she didn't remember putting on her hoodie...
Claire began to shiver and shake increasingly as a dark coldness creeped into her skin and leached it of warmth. She must have been hallucinating because as she tried to peer at the civilians around her because they all seemed beautifully flawed and graceful. And it looked as if tiny people the size of Barbie and ken dolls were whizzing through the air.
Her conciousness began to fade again.
When she opened her eyes once more it was inside a grand white throne room that was probably within the castle. When Claire had pictured Illyrian she had pictured a beautiful woman. Now that she saw him... Well Illyrian was a man. He stood tall with feminine seeming features, a thin body with soft brown/red hair he had braided down to his feet.
"Oh my! Poor dear, what has happened to her?!" Illyrian demanded, a deep frown pulling at his features with sad eyes.
"She is Star Struck." The man growled,"Help her quickly!"
"But I can not! Anyone I use my magic to heal becomes magically indebted to me until death. I can not enslave the Star Child so!"
"Someone must help her! She's dying!"
"I have just sent a mental call to Spier. He will heal her."
"NO! Are you insane?! Spier is a Shadow Dragon!"
"He is indebted to me, he will not harm her. Nor anyone else." Illyrian tried to calm the man, whom seemed infuriated.
"Sadly." A new voice entered the room, but Claire could not lift her head to see who. The voice was silky and hard at the same time and sent a chill down her spine.
"Now, now Spier. Do not start a fight. Simply heal the Star Child." Illyrian chided, sounding terribly strained.
"Of course." Spier bit out bitterly. Then, Claire was staring up into beautiful, hard silver eyes that softened slightly when they looked at her.
They came closer until warm lips pressed against hers, opening her mouth and breathing the warmth into her so that it spread through out her body and leached into her freezing organs. Her heart began to beat faster and the heat became intense but not enough to hurt. Claire gasped as life re-entered her body.
SNAP!
The sound of crunching bone made her flinch,"You didn't have to kiss her."
Sharp laughter filled the room,"Maybe I wanted to."
And then the world was gone again.
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Fragile Strength
FantasyClaire is a Star Child, sent to those on earth whom can't bare children through a comet shower that happens every 500 years. But she doesn't know it. After a horrid night of death, violation and trauma Claire is forced out of her seemingly normal hu...