Irene M. V. Williams

Chapter 4

Irene's POV

The goblin came the next morning, or what seemed to be the next morning at least since Irene wasn't sure if time was still frozen or not, was not what she was expecting.

He was dressed in a fine suit of silks and leathers, with a heavy book under his arms. He had hair that was thinning on top, and a face that seemed to forever be stuck in a grimacing scowl with sharp teeth over the top of his lips.

Irene was dress in new clothes that were given to her by one of the female goblins when she woke up. They were very pretty, gossamer sleeves billowed from her shoulders and a gauzy skirt flowed past her knees. She knew Sarah would absolutely adore it and would be green with envy if she were present.

The young girl sat at a table that looked to be made out of some sort of white marble. With chairs that matched the table that had cushions on them. As she sat at the table she clasped her hands while she waited for the king and the new goblin to take their own seat.

"I have the paperwork, sire."

The goblin spoke directly to his king, not even giving a glance at the young girl that sat to his left.

"Excellent, as always; Ragnuk."

The goblin, now known as Ragnuk, barely bowed his head in a nod, merely bringing the heavy book forward. Opening it, it seemed to be a case and not a book that held parchment, a silver blade, a quill, and ink.

The goblin then turned to her and pushed the parchment and blade towards her.

"Prick your finger upon the blade, make sure only 3 drops of blood fall upon the parchment. No more or less."

Irene just nodded, "I will do as you say, Sir Ragnuk."

The goblin barely twitched an eyebrow at her address instead he watched with a bored gaze as she pricked her finger and allowed only three drops of her crimson mage blood to drop to the parchment before curling her finger into her hand to not allow any more to fall.

As soon as all three drops fell onto the paper they caused a sudden web of red to form from the droplets, mapping out a large family tree with many boughs reaching up to the top of the parchment. The parchment grew in length as the tree expanded until nearly three feet of parchment were on her lap, did it stop growing. (Her inheritance paper will be at the bottom of the chapter)

"Wyllt, Embreis, Peverell..." They were the oldest names at the top of the parchment. "As she made her way down the family tree she came closer to more recent years, "...Potter." She lifted her head up to look at the goblin as he cruelly cackled. He had a malicious grin on his face as he turned towards his king.

"You've found the lost girl-who-lived."

The king who had leaned forward to peruse the parchment only raised an eyebrow.

"You truly do have magic in your blood if you are related to Wyllt, Embreis, and le Fay in your bloodline."

The young girl's eyebrows furrowed as she fidgeted with glasses by habit.

"I recognize le Fay but are the other two well know then?"

At this, the king threw back his head and laughed, "Even fae are aware of the two men who came to be known by one name." Turning his head to her, resting his chin upon his hand he smirked at her, "You are well-read, perhaps the translated name of the Old Welsh Embreis will give you a clue. Translated it is Emrys."

The young girl's eyes glazed over as she tried to remember where she had heard that name from. Her mind started to remember the tales of Camelot, "Merlin!"