-Falla-
"Well that was certainly fun," Alec said, falling into step beside me.
"Yes, definately," I said, half-heartedly agreeing. I was tired, and sore, and didn't really feel like talking. I just wanted to find my rooms and go to bed. All of these spells had taken a lot out of me, and while I had at first relied on my adrenaline for energy, the adreneline had since run it's course and I had absolutely no energy left.
I took a step and my knees crumpled. The world around me disappeared replaced by a council made up of seven witches. Here, I felt neither tired nor hyper. I was just there, healthy and fit as a fiddle. "Falla Elysa Hemming, we, the witch council, have called upon you to help the world in the present crisis," said a woman who looked neither young nor old. "We lend you our power to aid you towards success."
"What crisis?" I asked. "How do I help?"
"You will know when the time comes," said the woman, stepping forward. As I saw her face more clearly, I recognized her. She was the original leader of the witches, the one who set the Midnight Curse. She wasn't alive anymore, but it was said that the seven sisters were still leading us, even in their death.
She came up to me, placing her hands on each of my cheeks, cupping my face. "You have been chosen for this task," she said, pride glittering in her eyes, "You are the only one that can either triumph or fail. I know, that in the end, you will do the right thing." She lowered her hands and then kissed either of my cheeks. She stepped back and said, "Close your eyes." I did and soon found myself falling into darkness.
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-Lizabel-
The man helped me walk back to the castle, my strength still low from the drug. "What are we supposed to do with it now?" asked a girl. I stiffened. She was obviously talking about me.
"Well," said the man, "when we get back to the castle, we'll bring her back to her rooms and compel her to forget. She won't remember anything, so everything will be fine. We'll have to have someone with her at all times, though."
What was this talk of compelling? I didn't understand any of it. And of course I'll remember everything, why wouldn't I? I decided to interrupt them. They were obviously keeping something from me, and I didn't appreciate it. "What's going on? Why do people keep calling me Doppleganger?" I asked, looking up at the man.
A battle seemed to rage within the blacks of his eyes, and then he spoke. He told me about the curse, and the items needed for it, and that I was one of the items. "So," he said, "will you help free us of this curse?"
"That depends," I said, thinking, "what is it that I have to do?"
"Nothing at all," he said, "you just have to be there."
I found myself nodding in agreement. I would help them if that meant that they would leave me alone when this was all over. "I'll do it," I said. I thought that it would be better to help the vampires than the werewolves. The vampires were so much civilized than the werewolves. Plus, the werewolf had kidnapped me. I would help out the vampires. Vampires--who were supposed to be just stories.
[What does this all mean?: Falla is the only witch that can break the curse, since she is now the only one with the power. Lizabel is going to help out the vampires, but she only thinks that she will have to show up to the ceremony and possibly light a candle.]
"Well that was certainly fun," Alec said, falling into step beside me.
"Yes, definately," I said, half-heartedly agreeing. I was tired, and sore, and didn't really feel like talking. I just wanted to find my rooms and go to bed. All of these spells had taken a lot out of me, and while I had at first relied on my adrenaline for energy, the adreneline had since run it's course and I had absolutely no energy left.
I took a step and my knees crumpled. The world around me disappeared replaced by a council made up of seven witches. Here, I felt neither tired nor hyper. I was just there, healthy and fit as a fiddle. "Falla Elysa Hemming, we, the witch council, have called upon you to help the world in the present crisis," said a woman who looked neither young nor old. "We lend you our power to aid you towards success."
"What crisis?" I asked. "How do I help?"
"You will know when the time comes," said the woman, stepping forward. As I saw her face more clearly, I recognized her. She was the original leader of the witches, the one who set the Midnight Curse. She wasn't alive anymore, but it was said that the seven sisters were still leading us, even in their death.
She came up to me, placing her hands on each of my cheeks, cupping my face. "You have been chosen for this task," she said, pride glittering in her eyes, "You are the only one that can either triumph or fail. I know, that in the end, you will do the right thing." She lowered her hands and then kissed either of my cheeks. She stepped back and said, "Close your eyes." I did and soon found myself falling into darkness.
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-Lizabel-
The man helped me walk back to the castle, my strength still low from the drug. "What are we supposed to do with it now?" asked a girl. I stiffened. She was obviously talking about me.
"Well," said the man, "when we get back to the castle, we'll bring her back to her rooms and compel her to forget. She won't remember anything, so everything will be fine. We'll have to have someone with her at all times, though."
What was this talk of compelling? I didn't understand any of it. And of course I'll remember everything, why wouldn't I? I decided to interrupt them. They were obviously keeping something from me, and I didn't appreciate it. "What's going on? Why do people keep calling me Doppleganger?" I asked, looking up at the man.
A battle seemed to rage within the blacks of his eyes, and then he spoke. He told me about the curse, and the items needed for it, and that I was one of the items. "So," he said, "will you help free us of this curse?"
"That depends," I said, thinking, "what is it that I have to do?"
"Nothing at all," he said, "you just have to be there."
I found myself nodding in agreement. I would help them if that meant that they would leave me alone when this was all over. "I'll do it," I said. I thought that it would be better to help the vampires than the werewolves. The vampires were so much civilized than the werewolves. Plus, the werewolf had kidnapped me. I would help out the vampires. Vampires--who were supposed to be just stories.
[What does this all mean?: Falla is the only witch that can break the curse, since she is now the only one with the power. Lizabel is going to help out the vampires, but she only thinks that she will have to show up to the ceremony and possibly light a candle.]
I'll miss you