Another day of freedom in Hiliax. She was strolling down a long, dim corridor on her way to where she had been summoned. She paused at a mirror and smiled once again. She enjoyed looking at her own reflection; her skin was clear, her hair was healthy and shiny, and her eyes were a beautiful yet dangerous green. She never grew tired of seeing her own image. Yes, she was beautiful and she didn’t regret anything she did in trade for that beauty and freedom.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and continued down the corridor as she was before her slight pause. She entered a room and stood at the entrance. She stopped to study the room which was made of a dark, rocky substance as smooth as marble, with a jagged appearance, several pillars that swept into the roof, two small waterfalls that created a tranquil setting. The rock let out a faint glow that created a dim lighting in the room. Ghost Isle, the secret underground caverns were a splendid thing of natural beauty.
Difficult to believe it was also a prison.
“You are finally here,” the Voice announced. Zalia searched the empty room but could not find the origin of the Voice though she knew who it belonged to. She took a step in, still searching for him to no avail.
“I would have been here sooner but I got lost,” she sighed, tired of searching.
“Lost in your own reflection?” The voice asked sounding disinterested.
“You know me so well,” she smiled. “What did you call me for?”
“Am I a bother?” he asked. “Should I just take away my gifts and find someone who will be more appreciative?”
Zalia scrunched up her face in annoyance. “You’re not a bother, I was just curious.”
“I can see your face. You are clearly annoyed.”
Zalia turned around in a circle still unable to find him, even his voice seemed to be coming from all corners of the room. She had only seen him once and even then she barely got a glimpse.
“Please just tell me what you want,” she puffed.
“It has taken me a long time but I have finally put up a protective barrier that should be strong enough to serve my purpose.”
“It took you a long time.”
“Forgive me, I have become weak over the centuries,” he spat at her.
Zalia clung to herself, gripping her forearms; his voice held so much power when he was upset, it was frightening.
“I will need a few weeks to recover and in that time I need you to watch the half-breed,” he said.
“Her? Why would you want me to watch her?”
“How is that any of your business?”
“It’s not,” she pouted, “but it may help me understand what I am meant to watch for.”
“She and I have a connection,” he said. “I would just like to know if there are any changes she has experienced since the last time we met.”
“Hmm…” Zalia groaned. “It will be difficult since she’s on Syfer island training at the moment.”
“What? What training?” There was a shift in the shadows that Zalia caught in the corner of her eye.
“The rumors are that she will soon be traveling to each kingdom to receive a token from each royal family. She will also be accompanied by a few companions.”
“Is that so?” The Voice trailed off.
“Yes, but I believe she will be finished with training soon,” Zalia replied. She did not want to run into Lillianett or her friends, they would not treat her kindly for what she had done.
“In that case once I fully recover you will accompany me on a few errands.”
“What?” Her face dropped.
“As soon as Lillianett is finished training start sending people to bring her here.”
“Why do you care so much?”
“I told you,” he said, and Zalia could swear she heard a smile in his voice. “We have a connection.”
Zalia stood silently staring at the shadows in front of her. There was something about that voice that always spoke to her. The voice that appeared not too long after she had met Lillianett. It called her name and offered her freedom, freedom that she did not know could be hers. The Voice saved her and her people and even they were starting to become beautiful again, all thanks to that voice. A voice that held power much like the Elders.
“Who are you?” Zalia asked before she could stop herself.
“You only ask now?” The voice scoffed at her.
She bowed her head and tightened her fists. At the time of their meeting, she didn’t care as long as he could do as he promised.
“I won’t tell you my name yet,” he said. “But I will tell you this: I am this world’s greatest secret.”