Sunday, 8 November 2009

Chapter 9

"OK Katherine.....If you could just wait here for a minute." Cynthanie instructed, and gestured with her pale fingers to the Pool.
I smiled warily at her and sat down at the edge, dipping my fingers into the clear, crystal water.
Cythanie beamed triumphantly and fluttered to into the vast clump of bushes opposite the Pool.
I waited patiently on the edge of the Pool, before finally Cynthanie fluttered out, a scowl as angry and as fierce as a bull in a ring, she clawed angrily at the hem of her dress.
Her eyes burned a fierce red, and her pale, almost translucent face was red and scrunched up in anger.
But the weirdest thing was her hair, it was now a dark black, an impossibly dark black, all trace of happiness and fairy lightness gone, just an angry, strong, black.
She balled her hands into fists, and suddenly looked up.
Her eyes were alight with shock and so quickly I couldn't be sure, her eyes regained their azure blue, and her hair returned to its silky emerald, and I thought for a second, as she looked into my eyes, that she'd never had that fierce, angry, even deathly look about her.
I snapped my eyes away, but couldn't help myself from completly denying she'd ever been angy, because how could she.....that beautiful, delicate, angel, be evil?
"Where are your friends?" I asked lightly.
"I will NOT talk about them." She merely said, almost snootily, with a small empthasis on NOT.
I shrugged.
"What are their names?" I asked carefully, for Cynthanie's name must be one of several exotic and picturesque titles.
"Asheni, Fayne, Kirima, Isla, Avalon, and a handfull of others." Cynthanie dismissed.
I gawped.
"Are they all like you?" I asked, entranced.
Cythanie frowned raising an eyebrow.
"You don't want to talk about them." She sweetly murmured.
I felt light and my head felt fluttery and I lost all interest in the subject.
"OK." I heard myself saying.
"Perfect! Now......You must promise me something." She replied, looking up on me, fluttering her thick black eyelashes.
"Anything." I said, unwillingly.
"Do not look for my sisters. You will get into trouble."

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