Not a Lady: Part 1
The two guards clear the walkway to the main hall and Eldon enters the room. As soon as people catch a glimpse at him they all stand and bow him. He smiles broadly at everyone and walks to the high table. He motions his hands up for everyone to resume the feastivities as he takes the large seat in the middle of the table.
"Good to see you, King Eldon." a distant cousin of Eldon's said.
"I wouldn't miss an opportunity to see my family." Eldon says while taking a look at everyone at the table. "It is rare for all of us to be together." He sips his wine and begins to look out at the crowd in front of him.
"You seem in a good mood today, Brother." Holden nods to Eldon.
Eldon just smiles and continues to watch the crowds.
"Alora my feet hurt" Ayla complains.
"Just a bit further." Alora looks around the hall. She doesn't know where they are or where to go. After bumping into that man her magic stopped leading her.
"Where are we going?" Ayla whines to her sister.
"We are headed…" Alora trails off as a loud bang and screams are heard in the distance. Ayla looks at her sister then the direction they came from. Her eyes are full of fear. Alora opens the door to the nearest room. Alora covers her sister's ears and they stand in that room in silence. All Alora hears is screams, banging, and scattering footsteps. About ten minutes pass and she lets herself calm down. She feels everyones fearful energy. It is overwhelming her senses. She is unable to detect any oncoming danger. She does her best to focus, until the door to the dark room swings open. Alora looks at the man with wide eyes, he has a long beard, long hair, and has a foul smell that rolls off of him. He sheaths a small sword that was in his right hand and grabs Alora and Ayla, dragging them out of the room and into another direction.
"You will make a lovely prize for when this is over." He whispers in Alora's ear, the stench of his breath almost making her gag. He continues to drag them toward a group of other men in what looks to be the kitchen. She notices a backdoor that is open to the outside, that would provide a great escape for her and Ayla if she can get rid of these men. With that sliver of hope, she is unable to restrain herself and sends a burst of arcane magic through her arm where the man is touching her. He and Ayla are knocked back. Ayla takes a hard fall and is knocked unconscious but the power was not strong enough to hurt the man. Her arcane magic was not known to be harmful, it was more helpful and guiding. It spoke to her and the energy around her. She was able to do small attacks with it, but since her mana was down from the high usage this week it was pretty much useless. In a panic, Alora looks around the room to find a weapon. She sees a knife on the counter and runs over to get it.
The man gets back up quickly and Alora does something she never thought she would purposely do. She took the knife from the counter and cut a deep gash on her left palm. She watched the blood drip to the floor before she reached up to remove her choker.
She felt like her insides were on fire. Like every organ in her body was being charred. She made sure to place her choker within her brassiere of her dress. With the way the man looked at her, Alora knew her irises and the whites of her eyes were now a pure black color. He looked scared. This made Alora smile a wicked smile. She felt all good leave her body, and be replaced by evil. The need to create chaos, destroy, and kill. She was able to differentiate between friend and foe, but she felt no leniency toward the enemy. No mercy or forgiveness. This was her curse. Black magic. Or more specifically - blood magic.