Saturday, 26 September 2009
09:38:56 PM (GMT)
“I figured out you were watching me, thank you very much,” Raven spat, glaring
full out now. “What I don’t know is why, or what in the world you’re talking
about with all that delays and flying colors crap. I don’t know what test you think
I should be passing.”
“Oh, dear Raven, it is a very important test--a test to save your life. But,
I’m not completely sure you may want to pass it all the same. There are some
implications it leads to, like a contract,” Nef informed her, smiling slipping
wistfully from his face. His eyes, once so playful, now seemed sad.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Nef sighed, looking away. “I don’t know how to explain it to you. I was
hoping you could save me from this by having read the legend, but-”
“Wait, hold on,” Raven cut in. “What legend?”
Neferentanti looked at her, hope surfacing in his eyes. “The Legend of the
Four Queens, of course. The legend that accompanies the sword hidden down your back,
underneath your clothing.”
Raven paused, staring at him. Slowly, haltingly, she reached down the back of
her shirt, grasped the hilt, and pulled out the Crystal Tear, careful not to cut
herself. Then she swung it around in front of her, watching the sun sparkle off of
the beautiful blade.
“Ah,” he sighed. “The Crystal Tear. My own claw and scale, how long it has
been.” Then, gently, he took the sword from her and weighed it in his hands, gazing
at it lovingly, like someone might their child. With a great heave of breath, he
handed the sword back to Raven almost unwillingly.
Raven took it, staring at him as she put two and two together. He met her stare,
eyes distant, and waited patiently for her to speak. When she finally did, it was
only one word.
Neferentanti Tnlymod just stood there, watching.
Then it hit.
“There is absolutely, positively no way!” Raven shrieked. “You can’t be!
You. So. Are. Not. It. No way. No. This is stupid; it’s impossible. You cannot be
Queen Haliet’s legendary water dragon. It’s just…it’s just not possible.”
Nef smiled again. “I’m afraid you’re wrong there, because that is exactly
who I am. It was my job to track down the person who took my queen’s sword, and
make sure she was close enough to satisfy. For some reason, though, I didn’t find
out her prized possession was gone until two years after the fact. I was very put
out. I apologize for the delay.”
Raven felt shaken to her very core. It took a moment for her to regain her calm,
her sensibility. When it came, she was angry. Swinging the sword to the side, she
glared furiously at Nef. She shouted, “Liar! You’re pulling my leg, aren’t you?
Ha-ha, very funny, buster, but there is no such thing as dragons!”
But even as she said it, Raven could feel an energy floating through the air,
gathering up. When Nef looked at her now, it was amusedly. “Oh, come on, Raven,”
he verbalized, and as he spoke, he started to sparkle, to glow in the fading
sunlight, and water rose from no where in sight, circling around him in tendrils,
“we both know that magic exists. We both wield it. And that, in fact, is the main
reason you pass.”
Raven stared a moment longer, before, tentatively, she splayed her fingers,
dropping her sword. Slowly, the water peeled away from Nef and instead circled her, a
twisting ribbon reaching high above her head.
Nef smiled. Really smiled, and gazed right through her. “There you go, Raven.
There you go.”
Last edited: 11 January 2010