Ilarial reached over and took Shade’s hands. They felt comforting to her. She motioned her to follow. “I know this is very overwhelming for you. I cannot make you feel more at ease, but I do hope that I can answer any questions you have. But first, of course, let’s eat, it is late and tomorrow’s journey will be long and tedious. We should join your entourage and get to know them, they will be vital to your safety.”
She ushered Shade down another corridor that opened to yet another large area, where many people were already sitting at wooden tables. They were eating a variety of vegetables, fruits, breads and meats. Shade’s stomach grumbled with desire, she had forgotten already how sick she felt not a moment ago; and now all she could think about was food!
She followed Ilarial to one of the great banquet tables. It looked extravagant. She pulled a plate from a stack, much like a buffet style, and handed it to Shade. Her new entourage of friends were following close behind; they piling berries, meats and veggies high on their plates.
When she was done filling her plate to the brim and accepting a drink from a friendly lady who was handing out stone cups of fruit juice, she followed the group to a far area to the left in the banquet hall. They all sat down and began to dig into their meals, as if they had never been fed. Shade included. She had inhaled most her food as she glanced at everyone. She began evaluating them with an inquisitive eye, noting how different they all seemed to be. She couldn’t remember their names. She was feeling too stressed to concentrate on that; and being hungry didn’t help the memory either. She listened to all of them chatting, murmurs of conversations and laughs rang through her ears and filled the great hall.
One of the warriors, with the honey-brown, long hair, swept some strands of hair off his face, catching her eye. He was smiling deeply and laughing at whatever joke Jack had been telling. He chewed his food and talked with his mouth full, it added to his charm. He had stopped chewing once he noticed her watching him. Her cheeks flushed, as she turned her head and quickly took a bite a food. As she was about to immerse herself in another mouthful he winked at her.
“Ilarial?” She spoke softly to the oracle beside her.
“Yes, dear Shade?”
“I was just wondering. Does everyone have secret powers like Jack? He showed me what is under his glamour. I wondered if everyone here wears glamour too?” Shade was looking at her peers as she spoke, they were still emerged in their conversations and all of their faces seemed so different.
Ilarial paused thoughtfully and glanced at the crew also. She seemed to hesitate, but not for long. Her small mouth slowly chewed her last bite of food. She fixed her gleaming grey eyes upon Shade; a warm smile slowly spread across her face and now appeared less nervous.
“Shade, I’m surprised that Jack has already let you know what he is. He is usually wary of strangers. Some refuse to use any kind glamour and do not venture into the human world, such as Renny. I believe you have met him; he is one of the guards of this underground city. He never leaves; he thinks humans are inferior and powerless.
‘But, you have also seen Jack, he mixes among mortals easily when he is glamoured. He is so easy to get along with too. He often is sent on errands into the human world, since he can remain within the iron of the city. He can stay in the city for longer periods of time, compared to others of our kind. We do try to keep any incidents to a minimum; Jack has a stellar track record. I on the other hand do not get out much and I am most sensitive to iron sickness, if I tread through the cities for too long. Most faeries have this issue, though” She then turned her gaze to everyone at the table, some were partly listening and some had not noticed the intense subject.
“I know that you need to understand what and who everyone is. These are your guardians; and you must have complete trust in them. Even if that means their true identity is to be revealed to you. Let’s see,” She waved her hand towards Braelynn, seated on the other side of her. “You already know that Braelynn is a great sorceress, she needs no glamour, all witches and warlocks look quite human. Then there is Than, he glamours his pointy nose and pointy ears to blend with humans of the orient. He is a skilled hunter and warrior, excellent with knives. He has lived in Aturine all his life.” As she said this, Than nodded towards Shade, melting his glamour away with a quiver. Shade held in her breath in surprise, and stared at a more beautiful version of Than. He now had pointy ears, larger eyes, and thinner nose. He seemed the same yet slightly different.
Shade listened intently trying to process of the new and valuable information.
The oracle continued on in one fluent breath. “Sary is a warrior princess, she is human but immortal. She is set to be queen of the immortal Vyn people of the south when her mother passes the crown to her. She is very strong and powerful and a most efficient archer, though she prefers to work in the medical arts in the meantime.” The Princess nodded towards Shade and then continued to eat. “Stephen is a full faery, he glamours himself to look less attractive, his appearance also would be unnatural to humans, he is an expert at tracking. He can find almost anything and anyone, anywhere.” She smiled at Stephen who also bowed his head while melting his glamour away.
This Stephen was stunning; he would definitely stand out in a crowd. He kept his brown hair short but his strong beautiful eyes glowed grey/white and sharp swirling Celtic type tattoos framed one side of his face in brilliant blue. He had a scar that ran down the other side of his neck that he had probably earned in battle. Shade hoped she wouldn’t have to engage in any type of fighting on the journey she was about to begin.
“And Rylan, well, he is quite extraordinary. He is part Teleen, like Jack, but he has a skill for shape shifting, and can be almost anyone you can think of. There are not too many of his kind left. We don’t know what else he is; he came to us as a young child, lost in the forest. But, he is loyal and handy in a pinch.”
“Who’s Rylan, Ilarial? I don’t remember him being introduced.” Shade’s eyes landed on the handsome man sitting next to Jack, who was studying her intensely. She couldn’t recall his name. His long, golden-brown hair loosely framed his face nicely and his brown eyes gleamed at her. This was the man who had winked at her across the table earlier. Shade felt her cheeks flush at the thought and stared at her plate.
“People call me Soap, my lady,” he said. “But my real name is Rylan. Nasty little nickname I caught when they first found me, dirty as an alley cat. I think my fascination with soap sealed the deal. I don’t believe I ever had a bath before that day. I was about six years old when our dear Ilarial found me wandering the nearby woods I don’t remember much before that. I have been thankful for her and my queen’s most gracious hospitality ever since. It would be an honor to defend you on this quest, Shade.”
He bowed his head, as her name rolled of his tongue, making her heart flip. His presence was intoxicating. He didn’t seem to drop any glamour at all. She ripped her gaze away from him, she was sure her face was an unfavorable shade of scarlet red. Shade kept wondering if he had any glamour on and if her feelings were caused by his magic.
“And last but not least, Ewan,” Ilarial said, waving her hand at the husky quiet man, who sat at the other end of the table. He happened to be seated next to Sary. Ewan was large man, with big hands, and burly hair all over. His squared jaw was busy chomping hard on each bite of food. His thick, black and greasy hair was slicked back, and stroked his shoulders. He was large and didn’t seem like someone you would want to fight with in a bar. “He is part giant and human and very strong. He would be the one you would want next to you in a fight. He has been almost everywhere and will be your guide to the land of the Santirans. I believe he’s the only one who has even been there.”
The husky man gave a slight nod to Shade and continued shoveling food into his mouth. He had polished off two plates already. He wasn’t bad looking, just rough around the edges.
Shade sipped her juice, realizing how exhausted she was. She wished to see her mother, sister and brothers. What would they be doing? Brisa, what would she think when Shade didn’t show up at school in the morning? She slipped her cell phone out of her pocket and looked at the time. It was eleven pm. She had ten missed calls from her mother, and three from Brisa. She began dialing her mother’s cell when Ilarial placed her hand on the phone and shook her head.
“No calls will work from here, Shade. I know you fear for your mother, but I will take care of her. She will be okay, and I can weave a spell to help her believe you will not be gone long. I can make her believe you have been at a friend’s house, maybe? And the rest of your family too, they will not notice you are gone, I promise. I also promise to you there will be no pain for them. Time works differently here in the faerie lands than they do in the human mundane world. You will not be missed; I say that in a good way, though.” Shade swallowed hard with a nod. She obviously had to trust these people. She saw no other way but to do what they asked of her. “Ilarial, about the voices in my head, what do I do with them? Can you make them go away? Can I learn to control them? I feel like banging my head against the wall sometimes when they won’t stop. They make me go where they want, and if I don’t listen they become intolerable. They’re the ones who led me to Jack and subsequently to you and this strange world. I can’t live like that. It’s distracting and I feel like a slave to it. What if they tell me to not go on this journey, or go somewhere else? I am powerless to ignore them. What if they drive me insane?”
Ilarial nodded, thinking hard about Shade’s words. She sighed and seemed to come to a decision. “Follow me; you will sleep in my quarters tonight. I will give you a potion that will help you control the voices, it will aide in blocking them out when you want to; it will also help you listen to them when you’re ready to. Having more control over The Voices will help you develop your own powers. You will be able to decide your own fate, while you are still so young and untrained. If you practice, in time, you can learn to use them for your own benefits. This is a difficult task, but I will help you. Will you agree to this?” Shade nodded and felt a weight lift off her shoulders. Finally, there is someone who could help her after all these years. She just prayed that it would work.
Ilarial led her back through the branches of tunnels that led to her own chambers. She made up a bed in the second room. She then motioned to Shade and indicated she should get in it. She handed her a bottle that was filled with a silvery liquid.
“Take this Shade; it will last until you return here, probably a couple weeks. It will help you be calm also, don’t worry; I’m not drugging you. It’s just a pleasant side effect of the water, and it will quiet the voices in your head,” she said again, “I’ll be in the other room, across from yours, if you need anything at all.” She gave a warm smile and Shade felt the familiar calm. She nodded and poured the liquid down her throat; it was sweet, but left a metallic aftertaste. Licking her lips she smiled at Ilarial as she exited the room. She pulled the thick soft blankets over her body and squeezed her pillow under her. Closing her eyes, she drifted off to sleep in the silence.
Her cell phone was still working and she grabbed it from atop of her backpack that was beside the bed, on the floor. After she flipped it open, the bright screen hurt her eyes, and she squinted at the little digital clock 5:15am. No wonder she felt tired, she was not used to waking up so early; she was always a late bird, rarely making it to school with more than a minute to spare.
Both her feet touched the cool stone floor, and she as she bent over, she felt around for her socks and shoes. She wondered what she would take for clothes on this journey. She couldn’t very well ask to stop by home to pick up some stuff. Well maybe, maybe her mother would be gone most of today. She’d have to ask Ilarial if it was possible or she would be faced with the endless stench of not changing her clothes. She slipped on her shoes shaking her head and stood up.
Nope, definitely must get some stuff from home.
She walked into the main room of Ilarial’s chamber. This is where she had first seen the great oracle.
She was unsure of the coming events of the day but she had her backpack and she decided to examine her ‘supplies’.
I doubt there is anything useful in here for a perilous journey,
Shade sighed. She unzipped the bag and observed the contents. In the bag were her schoolbooks, along with some snacks. Her mp3 player was also nestled in the small zippered pocket in front, as well as a dozen pens, pencils, erasers, a stapler and a tube of lip balm. Other than her books and snacks, there was only her notebook that was full of poems and stories she constantly wrote in when bored.
Shade then shook her head and sighed. She had to stop by her house and dump her textbooks and fill it with essentials. She needed her toothbrush, toothpaste, brush, washcloth, towel, toiletries and such. Probably any non-perishable food and water she could carry would be good too. She ran her hand through her matted, long brown hair; it was wavy and frizzy from sleeping on it. She groaned, because she needed a brush badly. She heard a swish behind her and whirled around to see Ilarial standing at the doorway of the suite.
“I tried to be quiet, I did not want to scare you. Here, take these clothes. I know you need things that you must get from your house. I have already cast a spell on your mother. She will leave at seven am to run errands and shop with your siblings. She is just fine and very happy; I will make sure of it.” She handed a pile of light but luxuriously soft tunics. There were also trousers included; the material was soft and felt like pajamas. Ilarial also handed her a belt and leather strings to tie the tunics with. She also furnished some leather hard-soled shoes; these were also soft but surprisingly sturdy.