Snippet #1227975

Desdemona looked up at the intricate design and deep dark hues of the stained glass windows in the old citadel; her sanctuary and home seemed an eerie place for anyone to find comfortable. The cathedral ceilings, and dark granite floor paired with grand archways leading into different passages and halls…this was her favorite place however the main corridor. The giant clock above in the tower struck loud six times marking the start of morning though she hadn’t slept…

A strange ominous feeling sat heavy in her heart and with every beat she felt more unease, with every breath of dust filled air she grew more worried. Grasping the golden locket around her neck she whispered softly into the cathedral’s vast emptiness.

“Show me Alathea…” Her words were returned by a faint glow of red light in the center of the room in which she proceeded to step carefully around. “Surely you know…” She called out to it; it would seem to an outside perspective that she was speaking to herself though in truth her words were being answered just not clear enough to her liking. Her brow furrowed as she collapsed gently there kneeling on the floor entering a deep state of reflection and foresight though all she saw was blankness…an empty obscurity of events that she couldn’t piece together. It was as if the demons were taking the precautions of hiding their plans from her which was near impossible to do with her level of clairvoyance. This was frustrating for a woman so used to knowing what was to come to be left in the dark.

Finally coming back to consciousness she let out a groan of dismay before getting up off the ground and dusting off her red cloak before stepping towards the exit of the citadel and into the ivy garden…All the while talking quietly to herself about something to do with stars and lineage…it didn’t make sense, her words, but they rarely ever did. She held out an arm as a black raven swooped down and perched there; a mouse wiggled between its large beak helplessly.
“Now, now Lucy, put that down.” She ordered and the bird reluctantly obliged…She un tucked a note from the bosom of her black lace dress. Placing it in the bird’s beak she gave her next instruction. “Send for Vladimir and Alexandra…” She said as the bird quickly returned to flight to deliver the cryptic message as most of hers were. It merely read…
A fiend left under the moon is a threat to my king. Please allow me to explain…we must discuss the latest movement.
She sighed reaching out towards the flying bird a moment watching him in his majestic flight…”If they are hiding something I will know of it…” She promised herself.