Re: GD 205 - Grace and Ellisia
Grace arrives back at her room, slowly plodding in and sitting on the bed. She takes her shoes off and starts to pull her shirt over her head, but stops half way and ends up sitting there with her top stretched over her face. "Gah! I should have done more. If I was quicker to react I might have been able to help. Could have blocked that lightning. Could have easily saved Isa that blow..." She says, hugging her stomach toward the end as she thinks about that attack. "Yeesh that must'a hurt." She pulls the rest of her shirt over her head and tosses it to the floor. Proceeding to get undressed and crawl into bed.
And hour or so latter Ellisia comes into the room. She walks over to her beside, takes a silver disc from one of the draws, and sits on the bed. She holds the disc in her hands and closes her eyes as she focuses on it, allowing her conciousness to reach another land as she reports the days events to her superiors back in Etheiria. Grace was facing away but wasn't asleep yet. 'And now she's doing that meditation thing again. Definitely some other reason for that too.' She thinks, not moving so that Ellisia would think her asleep.
Ellisia seems to have no trouble getting to sleep after the evenings events, seemingly unphased, but Grace continues to toss and turn for a good few hours before she manages to get to sleep.
... One's fear of prejudice and another's grim nostalgia easily enter Grace's busy mind...
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Grace can hear voices. Everything is black, but the sound of a heated argument sounds in her mind.
"No child, no your not! She has you under a spell, can't you see!" A woman's voice cries out hysterically, another voice, male, speaks up "To think that such an unholy monster has targeted our family, it's unthinkable." It spits out, angrily. "You girl, will not leave this house until the monster has been dealt with, and I will hear nothing more of it."
"No! Father! You can't she's not a... I...!" A frantic young voice pleads. A door slams and the voice becomes muffled. The first woman speaks again, "Hush dear, you will thank us when you come back to your senses."
The sound of banging on a wooden door and muffled sobbing last a while longer before it fades away, leaving black again.
Something starts to creep into Graces vision. She is running through a forest. Though there's no sound. Looking behind her she can just make out several men on horseback. They were chasing her. The men close round and encircle her, with muskets aimed. The one in front fires, silently, and a searing rush of pain shoots through her. She looks down to her chest and sees the wound as she falls backwards to the ground. She clutches the wound as the man dismounts and steps forward drawing a sword. He stands over her, blade pointed, face full of hate as he shouted noiselessly. One word was easily read from his lips, "monster". And then he was blasted back across the forest where he was crushed against a rock, as Graces outstretched hand glowed with energy before her. Another man burst into flames, and the other was swiftly punctured by magical darts. The horses fled, and Grace sat clutching the bleeding wound. The pain was so real. It was at this point that she noticed she was not herself, but in fact Isabella. Beside her on the forest floor sat a strange finely crafted doll, seemingly watching.
The doll blinks, as Charles swoops in and gut punches Grace awake.
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"Allargghhh! Ahh... ah..." Grace blurts out in bed. Ellisia was up in a flash and looking across the room. One hand was on the broadsword stashed down the side of her bed. Seeing no threat she calms and asks, "Are you ok?"
"Um... um... jus-just a dream..." She replies putting her hand to the gunshot wound, which thankfully wasn't there. "Yeah, just a dream." She says again, though still somewhat questioning her words. "Sorry..."
"Oh, ok then. If you're sure your fine, don't worry about it." Ellisia says loosening her grip on the sword and laying down again. Grace does the same. It was still dark, but not long till morning.