Within the World of Dreams: The Central City Library of Rekōdo
The Guild Spirits were silent. They were within the inner catacomb of the library within the Word of Dreams. She had been battling through the last line of defenses designed to protect the Book of Memories. It was easier for her to gain access. She was still Rekōdo's rightful heiress and current ruler, but the Dream World was not privy to the affairs of the waking world's ways of life. It was not so easy to pass because she was a Princess.
Pasce fell to her knees and then her hands. Her body shook and she breathed deeply. Sweat marred her young face. She closed her green eyes and was sick onto the floor. It was an odd feeling, having your mind process being physically ill inside your head as a manner of dealing with what was going on outside the mind. Her soul and her body were disconnected, but she felt the pain her body went through at the hands of Majed ibn Eyad in the city of Mararat. That was hundreds of miles away from where the Library was, but the Dream World had no map location. It was everywhere to those who could access it and nowhere to those who could not. Even disconnected, she could still feel and right now she was hurting. She was on her knees in pain, shivering but mostly silent. It was the soft whimpering that brought them forth. The seven Ancestral Spirits appeared around her in a ring.
~This is not our doing~ Dayena of Astral looked to the others. Concern registered across her face, which was passive. Siochana of Shamaa, wild and strong, looked over at Clow of Taroc.
~No, this is beyond us. Clow?~
He shook his head.
~If her body is not conscious, then what we can see is limited.~
~Speak up, child! You told the High Chronicler he would be taken. By whom?~
But it was another who answered. J'Adonai of Da'Jinn took a step forward and watch the girl struggling on her hands and knees. He watched her very, very carefully.
~She is with Jinai. Or her Second. That I cannot tell, but she is in their custody.~
Clow looked over at the muscled master of Da'Jinn and all its history.
~You are gracious for sharing that, J'Adonai.~ he said gently. ~But how can you know this?~
~Because he recognizes what they are trying to do to the girl.~
Capria of Enchantry was who spoke and there was a deathly tone to her voice. She reached out to hold the hand of the Spirit that stood beside her, who had no known name to the world beyond.
Maginus's founder was given a harsh look by Dayena and Siochana.
~Such a thing cannot be done by one alone. It takes the powers of a great three to Quiet someone!~
~A Second could do it with help. But it would take more than three.~
~Perhaps he seeks to awaken her through pain?~
~If it is Jinai's Second~ J'Adonai offered quietly, reflectively with a thoughtful fist to his mouth ~That would be why he attempts to Quiet her. He is powerful, but he could not do it alone.~
~He should gather others then! If he Quiets the thief then she can no longer take possession over us. We would be free.~
Several of them moved forward.
~Have you no compassion?~ cried Dayena.
~Quieting the girl is out of the question, even if it means our freedom.~
~There are other ways, Arxus.~
The Spirit of Maginus cast the Spirit of Taroc a silent, aggressive look. Clow was not dissuaded. He looked over at Capria and the man whose hand she held.
~We will be returned in our own time. Harming a child is not the answer.~
"Please" and the glowing eyes of the Ancestral Spirits returned to the girl at the center of their circle, of whom they'd nearly forgotten in their bickering. "Please do not argue. I cannot concentrate."
The Spirits looked at one another, then down at the Princess who was still on her hands and knees. Her head was bowed and her green eyes were obscured by wispy curtains of reddish-brown hair. The trembling had worsened and she made soft, quiet noises as she breathed that could be heard by those who cared to listen. J'Adonai watched the Princess carefully. Capria stepped forward, but a hand from Siochana made her stop. The Mistress of Shamaa shook her head. Another test. One more to pass.
~Jinai is aggressive and intelligent~ remarked J'Adonai of Da'Jinn. He had picked a woman, the first woman to be Master of a male-centered culture, because of the traits she possessed. ~This could be dangerous for us all.~
"It is the Second" Pasce gasped when she could manage amid the constant pain. "Majed ibn Eyad. Amulet of Strength. He desires that I awaken. His mistress has... questions."
J'Adonai removed the hand from near his mouth. She was well educated.
~You can leave the World of Dreams at your own choosing. We do not hold you here.~
Pasce shook her head and held her eyes tightly shut. She began to rock backward and forward on her knees. The pain of a single person using the same magik that was used to Quiet was beyond words. She felt pieces of her ability to tap into the world around her, to the core threads of energy that gave life to Emporium, being ripped away. Tiny fragments, like pulling single hairs off a person's head a few at a time.
"I am not done here" she said quickly to keep from crying out as she spoke. "I seek the Book. Your tests are not done. We are not done here, respected Ancestors."
Clow looked down at the tortured Princess. His expression was sad.
~Then you will suffer~ he said gently. His voice was regretful, but the choice was hers. If her resolve was great enough, she would survive this. If not, she could perish and they could be freed in her passing. Pasce was aware of this. They knew what it was she sought and why she sought it. They would not keep her from it, but they would not help her unless they found her worthy to house their entities. There were risks. There were always risks and she was only a child in many ways. No one needed to speak those words to her.
Pasce bowed her head to the marble floor. She curled her elbows to her knees and tucked her head into the dark cavern she'd made. The Ancestral Spirits watched her for a moment and then slowly faded out of appearance. Arxus was first, uncaring. Then went J"Adonai and Siochana, Dayena and Clow. Capria followed, glancing at the man beside her who had been silent the entire time. She afforded his hand a squeeze before disappearing. He stood for a moment, just he and the girl amid the inner halls of the Library.
~I know what it is you seek to do~ he said quietly, watching her. Pasce did not look up, but remained in fetal position on the cool, hard floor. She breathed hard, whimpering. The Spirit waited a respectful minute to see if she would respond. He understood her silence. He knew the pain she was going through.
~There is another who knows of the knowledge you seek within the book~ he said finally as he faded from existence. This time Pasce looked up. Her eyes were steeled, watering in pain, but intent on the nameless Spirit before her.
She had already asked Emit to kidnap the Guild Masters. This information could change that.
"Tell me." It was a voice of a Princess giving a command. The Spirit watched her struggle. There was no emotion on his face save for sympathy in his eyes. Understanding. His eyes, Pasce noticed, were red.
~It hides behind a dark secret. Find the daughter of darkness that was born of the Light.~
It was never easy. A riddle she could not process through. Not in such pain. Pasce bowed her head again, hiding her eyes form the remaining Spirit. Her body spasmed and then resumed its shivering. The red-eyed Spirit watched her and then began to fade.
~Do not give up~ He said quietly, faded and then was gone.
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