Mystical (6)
"She was caught with a mage in the palace. He was in her bed." The dirty girl smiled a nasty little smile. " I could’ve told you your little friend was a whore." - Emily.
As soon as Olive opened her eyes she was assaulted with a migraine. The constant pulsing at her temples combined with the healing wounds of the night before made the morning seem like it was going to go on forever. Olive lay awake in her bed, wrapped in her blankets, hiding her the dried blood on her skin. I did this, she thought, I killed them. She sighed and rolled away from the light, burying her face deeper into the blankets, wishing the sun would turn into the moon and the stars would shine as they did on the nights when the clouds were away. She wished it were night and that she could go back to sleep and allow all her wounds to heal, physical and emotional.
Olive already knew it was just a matter of time before her maid, Emily, would come and bother her. She sighed as she heard someone tap at the door and allowed themselves in. "Olive you have to get up, now," Emily commanded, running a dirty hand through her greasy blond hair. Emily was about a year older than Olive, but she could have been thirty years older for all she looked. Dirt covered her face and hid underneath her long, claw-like nails, her eyes where always watery and her nose as red as the sun when it set. She smelled as if she had lived in a pig sty for half her life. Olive didn’t like having her around. It was bad enough she stank; her attitude was even worse. " I don’t feel like it. I’m tired. Get out and leave me alone. "Olive heard Emily sigh." Oh, well, I’ll just go tell your father you don’t want to get up. You know he really wants to see you. He says it’s urgent. Has something to do with your little friend." Olive threw her blankets off and turned to look at Emily. She had a smirk on her dirty, fat face." What is the matter with Lilith," she asked, her black eyes intent on Emily’s.
The girl looked back at her as if she didn’t want to answer. Olive slowly reached for the dagger under her pillow, and Emily saw and straightened up, blinking." She was caught with a mage in the palace. He was in her bed." The dirty girl smiled a nasty little smile." I could’ve told you your little friend was a whore." Before she knew what she was doing, Olive was across the room with her hand around Emily’s throat, squeezing the life from her." Listen here, you dirty little bitch. I’ll make you sleep in the kennel with the dogs, were you belong. If you think I don’t have the power to do so, say another word about someone that means something to me. I dare you." Olive had whispered the words loud enough so that only Emily could hear them. Emily swallowed and nodded, tears in her eyes.
Her lower lip trembled along with her fleshy body . Olive pushed Emily out into the hall and slammed the door behind her. She went to the little tub of water that Emily had left there from the day before and used rose oil and water to rid her skin of impurities. She didn’t feel as clean as she wanted too, but her reflection in the mirror was a lot easier on the eyes. Instead of her red hair being matted with blood and Mage filth, it was clean. Her pale cheeks had color to them and her black eyes sparkled like the night sky in the summer. Olive shied away from her reflection. She knew she was desirable and beautiful; she knew all the men and boys in the palace had eyes for her and Lilith, but she didn’t pay them the attention they craved.
Olive cleared her thoughts and threw on a corset and a dress that she hated and went to meet her father. In the hall was Emily, still trembling and crying, and when Olive passed her she covered her mouth and closed her eyes as tight as she could." You should have done that earlier," Olive murmured as she hurried down the hallway, her skirt making nearly a perfect circle around her legs. "Tell me something Olive," said her father as she approached him with a worried look on her face,’ Is your friend really that witless, that she had to bring a mage into my house? Don’t be mistaken, I like the mages when I don’t have to see them. But to have one of those cave dwelling mongrels so close is very ….. Unnerving." Olive bowed her head and bit down on her lip to keep from disrespecting King Oliver. Although he was her father and allowed her to disagree with him, it would cost her the head that sat on her shoulders if she did it intentionally." I know Father. May I talk to her, just for a moment. Please?" King Oliver looked her over for a moment then smiled and granted Olive permission to see Lilith.
It was a long way to the dungeon. There seemed to endless stares along the way , endless whispering. Gossip had already started to stir and the women starred at her as if she was a filthy disgrace." Her friend slept with one of those magical people. I wonder when she’ll come out of the dark," a woman had whispered to another on the way there. Although she was furious, she only glanced at them but said nothing. She had to see Lilith, she had to see if her best friend really betrayed her. If she did ….. Olive felt tears well up in her eyes as the doors to the dungeon closed behind her. The underground prison was rank smelling and filled with lowly beggars, trouble makers and mages. There was only one clean looking woman with dark skin and long braided hair, that sat in the corner of a cell, her arms wrapped around her strong body." Lilith!" Olive broke into a run when she saw her friend, but the girl in the cell was unresponsive. "Lilith, look at me," Olive cried aloud. Lilith’s tear streaked face looked up to Olive’s and she gasped.
On Lilith’s cheek was blue black bruise." Who did that to your face," she asked, reaching out for Lilith who turned away. Another man with yellow eyes, a magician, looked at her and said," Your father did it. He slapped her . Then he whipped her." Olive felt a sense of dread coiling in her belly. This …. This would only lead to ruin. " What… no, my father wouldn’t do that!" The magician put his arms around Lilith and turned her body around, ripping the back of her dress so she stood nearly naked before Olive." What do you call this? Look at this! She couldn’t have done it to herself!" He was screaming at her now, his face turning as scarlet as the blood that dripped from the wounds on Lilith’s back.
Olive let out a little cry and covered her mouth with her hand, trying to catch her breath. Lilith looked pale, and tired and hurt. She was leaning against the magician, her eyes rolling around in her head." Why would you do this to yourself, Lilith? Allowing that filth to come into my father’s house? Why would you do that to me?" The magician ignored Olive as he set Lilith down on the little cot in the corner." Such a horrible things they did to her. And to think all the peace treaties our kind has signed with your king. I can’t believe he smiles in out faces as if he accepts us, but he truly hates us."
Olive already knew it was just a matter of time before her maid, Emily, would come and bother her. She sighed as she heard someone tap at the door and allowed themselves in. "Olive you have to get up, now," Emily commanded, running a dirty hand through her greasy blond hair. Emily was about a year older than Olive, but she could have been thirty years older for all she looked. Dirt covered her face and hid underneath her long, claw-like nails, her eyes where always watery and her nose as red as the sun when it set. She smelled as if she had lived in a pig sty for half her life. Olive didn’t like having her around. It was bad enough she stank; her attitude was even worse. " I don’t feel like it. I’m tired. Get out and leave me alone. "Olive heard Emily sigh." Oh, well, I’ll just go tell your father you don’t want to get up. You know he really wants to see you. He says it’s urgent. Has something to do with your little friend." Olive threw her blankets off and turned to look at Emily. She had a smirk on her dirty, fat face." What is the matter with Lilith," she asked, her black eyes intent on Emily’s.
The girl looked back at her as if she didn’t want to answer. Olive slowly reached for the dagger under her pillow, and Emily saw and straightened up, blinking." She was caught with a mage in the palace. He was in her bed." The dirty girl smiled a nasty little smile." I could’ve told you your little friend was a whore." Before she knew what she was doing, Olive was across the room with her hand around Emily’s throat, squeezing the life from her." Listen here, you dirty little bitch. I’ll make you sleep in the kennel with the dogs, were you belong. If you think I don’t have the power to do so, say another word about someone that means something to me. I dare you." Olive had whispered the words loud enough so that only Emily could hear them. Emily swallowed and nodded, tears in her eyes.
Her lower lip trembled along with her fleshy body . Olive pushed Emily out into the hall and slammed the door behind her. She went to the little tub of water that Emily had left there from the day before and used rose oil and water to rid her skin of impurities. She didn’t feel as clean as she wanted too, but her reflection in the mirror was a lot easier on the eyes. Instead of her red hair being matted with blood and Mage filth, it was clean. Her pale cheeks had color to them and her black eyes sparkled like the night sky in the summer. Olive shied away from her reflection. She knew she was desirable and beautiful; she knew all the men and boys in the palace had eyes for her and Lilith, but she didn’t pay them the attention they craved.
Olive cleared her thoughts and threw on a corset and a dress that she hated and went to meet her father. In the hall was Emily, still trembling and crying, and when Olive passed her she covered her mouth and closed her eyes as tight as she could." You should have done that earlier," Olive murmured as she hurried down the hallway, her skirt making nearly a perfect circle around her legs. "Tell me something Olive," said her father as she approached him with a worried look on her face,’ Is your friend really that witless, that she had to bring a mage into my house? Don’t be mistaken, I like the mages when I don’t have to see them. But to have one of those cave dwelling mongrels so close is very ….. Unnerving." Olive bowed her head and bit down on her lip to keep from disrespecting King Oliver. Although he was her father and allowed her to disagree with him, it would cost her the head that sat on her shoulders if she did it intentionally." I know Father. May I talk to her, just for a moment. Please?" King Oliver looked her over for a moment then smiled and granted Olive permission to see Lilith.
It was a long way to the dungeon. There seemed to endless stares along the way , endless whispering. Gossip had already started to stir and the women starred at her as if she was a filthy disgrace." Her friend slept with one of those magical people. I wonder when she’ll come out of the dark," a woman had whispered to another on the way there. Although she was furious, she only glanced at them but said nothing. She had to see Lilith, she had to see if her best friend really betrayed her. If she did ….. Olive felt tears well up in her eyes as the doors to the dungeon closed behind her. The underground prison was rank smelling and filled with lowly beggars, trouble makers and mages. There was only one clean looking woman with dark skin and long braided hair, that sat in the corner of a cell, her arms wrapped around her strong body." Lilith!" Olive broke into a run when she saw her friend, but the girl in the cell was unresponsive. "Lilith, look at me," Olive cried aloud. Lilith’s tear streaked face looked up to Olive’s and she gasped.
On Lilith’s cheek was blue black bruise." Who did that to your face," she asked, reaching out for Lilith who turned away. Another man with yellow eyes, a magician, looked at her and said," Your father did it. He slapped her . Then he whipped her." Olive felt a sense of dread coiling in her belly. This …. This would only lead to ruin. " What… no, my father wouldn’t do that!" The magician put his arms around Lilith and turned her body around, ripping the back of her dress so she stood nearly naked before Olive." What do you call this? Look at this! She couldn’t have done it to herself!" He was screaming at her now, his face turning as scarlet as the blood that dripped from the wounds on Lilith’s back.
Olive let out a little cry and covered her mouth with her hand, trying to catch her breath. Lilith looked pale, and tired and hurt. She was leaning against the magician, her eyes rolling around in her head." Why would you do this to yourself, Lilith? Allowing that filth to come into my father’s house? Why would you do that to me?" The magician ignored Olive as he set Lilith down on the little cot in the corner." Such a horrible things they did to her. And to think all the peace treaties our kind has signed with your king. I can’t believe he smiles in out faces as if he accepts us, but he truly hates us."
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