Just One Drop

Felicia's POV

He walked quickly and I struggled to keep up behind him. Where was he taking me? He was leading me up and up the winding staircases of the castle, taking routes I had never before seen. Routes we weren't allowed access to.

I knew I wouldn't get into trouble for being there, not when accompanied by the king himself. The thoughts still worried me, though.

Suddenly, he stopped. I looked around. I had been in this part of the castle before, when I was cleaning bedrooms.

The door in front of us was the grandest in the hall. It stood two heads taller than even Master and was made of polished mahogany. Intricately carved vines and leaves surrounded the frame. It wasn't Master's room, this I knew. So who's was it?

He pushed the door open forcefully, and it shut in my face. I looked annoyedly at the door, which was now only a few millimeters away from my face (for those of you who measure in inches, say a tenth of an inch or maybe a bit more), for a few seconds. Then I pushed it open myself and followed him in.

"Morina!" Master called, much too loudly in my opinion, though of course I didn't say that. "Morina, come out! I can sense your aura."

A sleek woman with dark red hair stepped out of the room to our left gracefully. She was clad in a long gown that sparkled with shimmering black patterns. Her long hair was half up half down, and a black metal choker embedded with a large ruby sat around her neck. With every movement, the ruby seemed to change colour, from the deepest of reds to the most shimmery of golds.

"Oh I knew you could sense me. I foresaw this all," she said calmly, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

"Morina," Master growled. "I want answers."

"Oh Braith," she chuckled. "You always want answers."

Morina was tall and sleek, a bit taller than me, but quite a bit shorter than Master. Still, she walked up to him and stroked the right side of his face slowly. I couldn't help it; a pang of jealousy hit me.

Master looked like he wanted to punch her right in that perfect face of hers, but for some reason he didn't. I truly had never seen him control his anger so well. Was this how he was with others all the time?

Without warning, she turned to me, looking deep into my eyes. She grabbed ahold of my hand and turned to Master. They stared at each other for a long while, and I felt like the conversation was continuing via telepathy without me.

Could I perhaps intercept it? I had been successful in kicking both Master and Damien out of my mind. I concentrated hard, trying to see the invisible lines of communication. And then, I heard something.

'I think she-'

Suddenly, they both turned towards me. Damn it! They must've sensed me.

"Perhaps telepathy wasn't a good idea. Not with an aura like hers," Morina stated.

"An aura like hers? But-"

Morina silenced him with a look.

(This next part will be mainly in another language, so check the bottom for translation!)

"Regordar. Quein tra visct?" she continued, gesturing towards me.

I could not decipher the meaning. I couldn't even tell what language it was. It seemed archaic and brutal; this was a dead language, I was sure.

"Adjah quiero puefor talchro cinereo aura une possibile mernet. Ibi ube naal viscte," he answered,  in a tone that suggested he was stating something boring and/or obvious.

"Vere? Tra caecutiant qall primus," Morina chuckled quietly, her silky voice taking on a sarcastic and scornful sound.

"Quien tra visct, maleficus?" Master spat out, his teeth gritted.

Morina seemed to stay calm.

"Scitis qro terminus naal placet," she said matter-of-factly.

"Reblad," he snapped.

I began to worry. He was getting really frustrated. Soon that frustration would become anger. And when that anger boiled over... I shuddered.

"Robora uirorum cernot talchra fortis argentum aura. In aura tegitur cinereo pingunt. Visct- vere respicon une inciarof quernaa coeperit evanescent in conspectu viers. Une naad sepa- multam operam latitudo autem servandum mernet," Morina said, the slight twitch of the corner of her mouth implying a smirk.

"Quiero..." he began, his eyes wide, his mouth forming a huge 'O'.

He turned towards me and studied me for a few seconds, as if seeing me for the first time in a totally new light. Then he turned back to Morina.

"Quis naal ante vidii? Ut quam- oh, nihil refert," he said.

"I take it you understand?" Morina smirked, reverting back to English.

"Yes, but I-" he stopped himself mid-sentence.

He lowered his voice and said, "It just- it just shouldn't be possible. A mere human like her."

I simply looked on confusedly; that was all I could do.

He turned to me. "Do- do you want some dinner? I think we need to talk..."

Author's note:

This is the translation for Braith and Morina's conversation. It was in a made-up form of Latin, if you were wondering.

Morina- "Look at her. What do you see?"

Braith- "A young but beautiful girl with a grey aura and a passive mind. There's not much to see."

Morina- "Truly? You are blinder than I first thought."

Braith- "What do you see then, witch?"

Morina- "You know I don't like that term."

Braith- "Answer."

Morina- "I see a girl with a powerful silver aura. The aura is covered with grey paint. Look - truly look, and you will begin to see how it begins to disappear right in front of your eyes. She's not putting a lot of effort into maintaining the facade."

Braith- "Of course..."

Braith- "How could I have not seen this before? That's how - oh, it doesn't matter."