Chapter 2A Chapter by SylphXanasCHAPTER 2
Rose, a
pretty nineteen year old, sat at her normal table with her brother, Skylar, who
was almost twenty-seven, drinking coffee and just watching people walk by the
cafe. The people she watched every week walked passed, some in a hurry, others
stopping to chat before slowly moving off. Some still dress in bright colours
of the festival season that most had put away till next year. Children ran
around, one just scurrying out the way as a carriage raced down the road. Rose
felt her heart race. She has been on edge all morning; it was like when she was
waiting for something important. There would be nothing anyone could do to calm
her down, she just had to wait and find out what it was all about. She leant
over the table with a frown, she knew she had to be here but it was driving her
mad. Suddenly a woman caught her eye, she stood out from everyone around her
and it was not just that her hair and skin was so pale. She sat looking at her,
she wanted to run out there and talk to her. She felt something inside her
heart; she wanted nothing more than to make this woman happy, truly happy. Not
this surface happy that she showed everyone around her. Rose stopped with a
frown; she felt a strange connection to the woman dressed in sun yellow. Rose
had never seen the style of dress before, fitted bodes to the lower hips, the
off the shoulder top was topped with the purest white lace, then a soft flowing
skirt to just above the ankles. The
woman squatted in front of a young girl who was in tears, not caring if her
skirt became marked with dirt. When she touched the child’s cheek Rose was
instantly aware that she had magic. Rose watched in wonder as she tried to
understand her new ability to know someone had magic even though they had not
used any. The girl looked up and smiled, to this the woman produced a large red
apple with a graceful swirl of her hand and gave it to the girl who skipped off
down the road smiling as she bit into the ruby red apple. The girl stopped as
if she hit a wall and turned back to the woman with large eyes. Rose watched
the woman slowly stand up; the girl gave the woman a huge smile and ran away
down the road. The woman in yellow watched with a gentle smile. No dirt marred
her skirt, Rose thought in amazement. Rose often only had to walk down this
road and would find a layer of fine dirt covering her. Rose thought the dirt
itself didn't want to detract from the woman’s beauty. ‘What
has caught your attention so completely?’ Skylar touched his sisters’ hand. ‘That
woman.’ She said in awe and pointed out the window. ‘Which.’
He stopped as he looked at the woman in yellow just in time for the sun to
shine through the cloud cover, making her pale blonde hair and yellow dress
look like they glowed. Then there was her skin, at this distance it looked like
cream. A single thought ran through his mind at the sight of this woman. I have to keep her close, do anything to
have her stay with me. ‘Wow.’ ‘Yes
that one.’ Rose said with a smile. ‘Do you know her?’ ‘I’ve
never seen her before, what about you.’ ‘No, but
I do know one thing about her.’ ‘What?’ ‘She has
magic.’ She felt like something wonderful was about to happen. ‘How do
you know that?’ He couldn’t look away from the woman who watched the people
with interest, her posture and graceful movements captivated him. She spoke to an
old woman that passed her, who nodded her head and pointed in their direction.
The woman smiled letting the other woman pass before she headed to the cafe. ‘It’s
just her presence that screams . . . magic.’ ‘Yes.’
He said softly as the woman stopped in the middle of the road and look back the
way she had come with a frown. A young boy ran out the door of a shop as a
bottle hit the ground at the back of his feet, sending green shards flying. He
cried out as a large man holding a followed him out the door. ‘Come back here, I will teach you to ignore me
you little brat.’ His voice showed his anger, a woman followed close behind. ‘Dear
please stop.’ She tried to pull him back to the shop but with a quick yank he
freed himself and moved on. ‘Daddy,
please don't.’ The boy whimpered. ‘Here,
behind me, you will be safe.’ The pale woman called softly, the boy heard her
clearly and gladly took refuge. She held both hands out beside her from the
elbows, her fingers almost splayed. ‘Stop where you are sir.’ Her voice still
gentle as if asking the time or something but he stopped in his tracks. ‘Get out
of my way lady, I have to punish him.’ ‘No you do not.’ ‘He
needs to learn.’ The man yelled holding the knife out in front as he pointed to
his son. ‘What
can anyone learn from pain?’ She asked as the wind blew her hair to the side
and sending ripples through her skirt. ‘To do
the right thing.’ He said plainly, the woman looked him in the eyes without
blinking. ‘Did
you?’ ‘What?’ ‘Did you
learn when your father cut you?’ She slowly moved towards the man. She felt
people moving towards them, she flexed her little finger on her right hand
sending out soft assurance that she could handle the situation. ‘How do
you know what my father did?’ He took a step towards her as the knife started
to lower. ‘You
don't need that knife; all you need is your voice to explain.’ She took a few
more steps towards him, his posture relaxed a little more. With every moment
she knew more about what had caused this kind hearted man to threaten his much
loved son. ‘He
never listens.’ His shoulders slumped as if under a great weight. ‘Have
you told him that you are having nightmares, that even after a night’s sleep
you just can't handle doing everything yourself.’ ‘No.’ He
dropped his arm to his side and came to a stop in front of her she saw the
tears building. Her hand gently cupped his cheek. ‘Have
you told him that you would be grateful if he would help out in the shop and
would even give him what money you could?’ ‘No.’ a
single tear rolled down his cheek and onto her hand. ‘Do you
know how proud he is of you and his mother?’ ‘Proud?’
His eyes flicked to his son before looking back to the woman. ‘Yes, he
loves the fact that his parents keep going, even through the hardest of times.’ ‘I never
knew.’ ‘Do you
want to try talking to him?’ She gently took the knife from his hand as she
stepped aside to let him go to his son. A woman hurried over to her. ‘Thank
you Lady.’ ‘That’s
alright Madam, are you all right?’ ‘Yes, he
didn’t hurt me.’ ‘That’s good;
your husband wouldn’t forgive himself if he did.’ She handed the knife to her
with a small smile. ‘They will be alright now; and to stop his nightmares just
burn rosemary incense.’ ‘Really?’
The woman looked at her in surprise. ‘Yes,
it’s just the aroma of the new candles that has his past coming through. Once
you burn it, the nightmares will stop, and change back to the old type of
candles, just plain bees wax.’ She turned and walked to the cafe, entered the
shop and sat at a table near the window in such a way as she could keep watching
everything outside. The man, woman, and boy had already gone back inside their
shop. ‘Skylar did you see that?’ Rose whispered
softly so the woman couldn’t hear her. ‘Yes,
she used magic to talk him down.’ He watched the woman unable to look away; he
had the strongest urge to stroke her cheek to see if she used powder to make
her skin that perfect pale cream colour. ‘No, she
only kept people away from them.’ ‘I don't
understand.’ ‘She
used some kind of spell which stopped people from trying to help. When she cast
it I felt sure she could handle it without any help.’ ‘I
didn't even think of helping her.’ His brows drew together as he wondered at
his own inaction. ‘It’s
all right; I think you would have broken what she was doing.’ ‘So she
just . . . talked to him?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Rose, I
think we should get to know this woman.’ ‘I
agree, she is amazingly strong.’ ‘Hm.’
Skylar said as he watched the woman in yellow talking to Hattie, the old waiter
who always looked like he wanted to hit you rather that take your order. She
smiled up at Hattie and he nodded hurrying away with a smile. ‘Well
I'll be.’ Skylar said. ‘What?’ ‘She
just got old Hattie to smile.’ Skylar said in a whisper. ‘Are you
sure it was not just a sneer.’ She glanced over her shoulder as Hattie walked
into the kitchen. ‘I think
I know the difference, though I have never seen one on that old man.’ ‘Wait
here.’ Rose stood up and walked to the back of the shop returning a short time
later. ‘She asked for a coffee and anything Hattie himself would eat.’ ‘So
that's the trick . . . flattery?’ ‘Would
you mind if I talk to her before you join us?’ ‘Not at
all.’ ‘Skylar
promise me you will not just sit there staring at her like that.’ ‘What?’
He frowned, at last turning his attention to his sister. ‘You
will make her worry about your state of mind.’ Rose smiled at him as she tapped
his lightly coloured cheek, and then went to the woman. Skylar
watched the two of them chatting for a few minutes before Rose waved him over.
Picking up his cup he walked over and, trying very hard not to stare at this
incredible looking woman, sat down in the only seat that wouldn’t obstruct her
view out the window. ‘Petra, this is my brother Skylar Taru Adair,
Skylar this is Petra Dessa Malka. She is new to our fair city, only been here an
hour.’ ‘Really,
how do you like it so far?’ He couldn’t look away from her eyes; they were the
most beautiful lilac colour. He’d never seen anyone with eyes like hers. ‘Interesting,
I haven’t entered any town since I left my home and I am glad I chose this one.’ ‘Thank
you for helping the boy.’ He said gently. ‘The man
was the one that truly needed help.’ She looked across the road to his shop.
‘But all is well now.’ ‘How
long have you been travelling?’ Rose asked and was surprised at the pain that
seemed to run through Petra's eyes as she turned to her. ‘A while
now, I turned nineteen when I left . . . home.’ She took a sip of her coffee.
‘Mm.’ ‘How old
are you now?’ ‘Rose,
do you remember what Widow Black said about that question?’ ‘Oh,
sorry Petra.’ A light blush rose on her cheeks. ‘It’s alright
and if I could tell you I would, all I can say is I’m older than when I left
home.’ She looked out the window with a sigh she could not suppress. ‘I'm
sorry if I have said something wrong.’ Rose said. ‘No, you
haven't, it's just that . . .’ She smiled at the pair trying not to let them
see beneath the surface. ‘It has been a great while that I have been travelling
and I have the strongest feeling it’s time to stop.’ ‘Where
are you staying?’ Rose asked with a growing smile putting her hand over
Petra's. ‘Nowhere
yet, what would be a good hotel?’ ‘What’s
a hotel?’ Skylar asked. ‘Sorry,
different lands use different words. It’s an inn or guest house.’ ‘There
are many around the castle . . .’ He glanced at Rose. ‘You can
stay with us.’ She looked at Skylar. ‘Please say she can.’ ‘I think
that is a great idea.’ Skylar said as Petra frowned a little. ‘Neither
of you know who I am, nor why I have nowhere to be.’ ‘No, but
I can tell you are not a bad person.’ She watched Petra. ‘If you were, you
wouldn’t have helped that family. If you don't mind,’ She looked to her
brother. ‘And my brother agrees, you could be one of my companions.’ ‘I don't
mind.’ Skylar said with a smile almost reaching over and giving his sister a
hug for not making him suggest it. ‘What is
a companion?’ Petra asked looking from one pair of large green eyes to the other. ‘You’ve
never heard of a companion?’ He frowned lightly. Where has this woman been that
she has never heard of a companion. ‘No.’ ‘Well it
just means we will be friends.’ ‘And you
keep her secrets . . . if she tells you any.’ Skylar said with a small nudge to
his sister. ‘I have
no secrets.’ A small blush rose on her cheeks. ‘If you
insist.’ He smiled at his sister as he sipped his coffee. Petra
could tell that they were good people as she stepped into the cafe but at the
same time was surprised that she felt pulled to stay with them. ‘Okay.’ ‘Is
there anyone you need to inform?’ ‘There
is no one.’ She said as she bit into a chocolate biscuit, she looked over to
the waiter and gave him a smile and a small nod of her head. Half an hour
later, the three left the cafe and walked up the gently rising hill. When they
came to the gates of the castle, a guard stepped out of the guardhouse and
saluted Skylar before bowing to Rose. ‘I think
I’ll see what the men are up to, why don't you show Petra around.’ For a
little time she looked at her brother. ‘I will put Petra in the room next to
mine. See you for supper?’ ‘As
always.’ He hurried away. © 2012 SylphXanas |
Stats
216 Views
Added on October 23, 2012 Last Updated on October 23, 2012 AuthorSylphXanasAustraliaAboutI am a wannabe writer who needs reviews on my stories. I love fantasy more than any other, but will read other books. more..Writing
|