by Ms. Elsewhere » Saturday 5 April 2008 5:50:45am
Geneve felt like she was in a whirlpool; her head was spinning and her body felt like it was being dragged down. Then, she seemed to land. She opened her eyes; she was lying on the floor of a very brightly lit, unfurnished room. Except for one chair, where a hooded man sat. She stood up. "Who are you?" she said. Her voice echoed.
"Who am I?" Said the man. His voice was high and cruel. "Who are you?" he said, and pointed at her. He held a wand in his hand. Geneve looked at the wand curiously. She walked toward the man and, with one final glance at him, unable to see his face, she took the wand. Everything went dark, she felt sick, and felt herself fall again.
Geneve woke up, feeling more powerful and alive than she had ever felt in her life. She stood up and looked around with loathing at the four people who had held her captive.
"You think you can hold me here?" she said, and she pulled out the wand the hooded man had given her. The four stumbled to their feet, hands in front of them.
"Please wait, mistress!" shrieked the blonde woman. "We have no intention of holding you here. Tell us where you wish to go. Be careful now to think before you decide..."
Geneve was about to open her mouth and say 'Back to my friends', but she felt a deeper calling to somewhere else. I have to get back to Hogwarts. Something is missing. I have to lure them back so I can retrieve it. She turned to the woman and spoke.
"I must return to Hogwarts. What is missing? Why do I feel.... incomplete?" Geneve said.
"You must take Valencia's magic, mistress. You have great power already, but her magic will make you complete." the woman said. "She will come if you take Hogwarts. We will help you."
Geneve thought about this. The way she was feeling was better than she had felt in her whole life. She felt like no one could harm her, she felt like anyone would listen to her, fear her, and adore her. She pulled her travelling cloak to her throat and fastened the last button. Her hair had come loose of it's long plait, so she let it go free; her hair ran wavy down her back. Her eyes had gone black and reflected a soul much older than her own.... or was it always her own? "Very well. Send her a message." she said, and the four stood up, ready to help their new mistress.