Kookaburra
searching for The Hidden Country
Freezia fled up the stone-flagged stairs of Olae-phas, disregarding the protests of the guards ordered for the specific purpose of keeping her out. Her pale eyes flashed, and she held her hand out in front of her. The guards found themselves helpless, encased in ice up to their chins.
Ignoring them, she scaled the steps quicker than she ever had before, heading for the pinnacle, where the Light Seal had once rested, long before. Darkness engulfed her, but that was her mission . . . to bring light.
She entered the forge-room, and groped for the tongs to extract the reforged Light Seal from the flames. Having found them, she dropped the seal in a pan of water, and waited for it to finish hissing. The smell of singed hair and skin didn't deter her as she picked the still-hot Light Seal, and headed up the tiny stair that led to the small ledge on the pinnacle. The priest ran at her, but she ignored him and kept going, disregarding and enduring the agony of her bloodied and burnt palms.
But as she was just about to set the Light Seal on the very peak of Olae-phas to extinguish the darkness of the city, the priest caught her arm and wrenched the seal from her, with surprising strength in his thin, wirey arms. Caught off-balance, Zia's crimsoned hands shot out to steady herself, but she slipped and never regained her feet. Blood spattered the priest's white robe as she fell, but he lent her no aid as she hung perilously from the ledge, only holding on by one hand. Shutting her eyes, Zia let a whispered prayer escape her lips before her fingers lost their grip and she plummeted into the thick fog, not uttering a cry as she fell.
Ignoring them, she scaled the steps quicker than she ever had before, heading for the pinnacle, where the Light Seal had once rested, long before. Darkness engulfed her, but that was her mission . . . to bring light.
She entered the forge-room, and groped for the tongs to extract the reforged Light Seal from the flames. Having found them, she dropped the seal in a pan of water, and waited for it to finish hissing. The smell of singed hair and skin didn't deter her as she picked the still-hot Light Seal, and headed up the tiny stair that led to the small ledge on the pinnacle. The priest ran at her, but she ignored him and kept going, disregarding and enduring the agony of her bloodied and burnt palms.
But as she was just about to set the Light Seal on the very peak of Olae-phas to extinguish the darkness of the city, the priest caught her arm and wrenched the seal from her, with surprising strength in his thin, wirey arms. Caught off-balance, Zia's crimsoned hands shot out to steady herself, but she slipped and never regained her feet. Blood spattered the priest's white robe as she fell, but he lent her no aid as she hung perilously from the ledge, only holding on by one hand. Shutting her eyes, Zia let a whispered prayer escape her lips before her fingers lost their grip and she plummeted into the thick fog, not uttering a cry as she fell.
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