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part six.
IP: 95.149.91.22
Posted on December 19, 2010 at 07:26:40 PM by georgia

----------------------- PART SIX Poppy has spent her whole life wishing for parents. She'd never imagined they could be so annoying. In fairness, though - what had she expected? She'd always known that at least one parent is an original, and all the originals are as bad as each other. Aura is marginally better than some of the others because she at least gives half a damn about other people, but she's still an arrogant, conceited, stubborn little cow who refuses to accept that anybody else could possibly know more about a subject than her because she's such a perfect little genius. Poppy kicks the wall in annoyance and releases a strangled cry as the pain shoots up her foot. Why does life suck? And why couldn't she have been born to a normal family instead of a stuck-up goddess who didn't want to know her until she lost her own powers? Poppy spends a good ten minutes calling Aura every rude name she can think of in various languages (divinity always seems to feel the need to censor her swearing by switching her language), which makes her feel slightly better, but not fantastically so. Who would ever believe her, when little miss know-it-all is arguing so strongly against her? She bursts out of the building and into the cool night air, scowling fiercely up at the stars. Penguin slinks quietly behind her, apparantly not riled enough to join her raging (he probably believes Aura too) but loyal enough to stick with her. Still smarting, she spins around and heads towards the edge of the blue semi-sphere encasing the main part of the town. Poppy has seen this magic performed before - on herself. It's known as a 'truffle globe'; it usually sits around an object or person, although it can be blown up as large as this. The larger the area the globe has to cover, the more draining it is for the person casting it and the less time they'll be able to keep it up for... judging by the size of this thing, the islanders probably only have another hour or so before Aura passes out. The strain on her magic is probably partially to blame for her temper earlier, but Poppy isn't about to make excuses for her. The truffle globe is the highest form of protection: 100% impenetrable from the outside, no person, no matter how magical, can enter it. However, the globe is softer on the inside than the out (hence the name 'truffle'), so it's only about 98% impenetrable from the inside. A very powerful ordinary fairy or a divine person would be able to leave the globe, but they'd never be able to get back inside. Somehow, she's not surprised to see him standing there on the other side of the globe, waiting for her. As always with him, it's as if not a day has passed; his floppy black hair still tumbles messily around his ears, framing his handsome Spanish face from which two dark eyes watch her. Poppy shoves her hands in her pockets and scowls at him and he smiles kindly back. She feels no fear; for a start he can't get through the truffle globe, and for a second, Mallos has never been in any way inclined to hurt her. Except for when he possessed Draco and knocked her into a coma. Yeah. That. "Are you Gwythr?" She asks flatly, wasting no time. "No. He's in the labyrinth." "Aura said she couldn't sense his presence." "Aura isn't as clever as she thinks she is. There's a trick to concealing one's divinity so that other divines cannot sense you... but you already know that, don't you, Poppy? That's how you managed to avoid recapture for so many years before coming to Shaman. Even when you came here, I didn't sense your presence immediately." It's true. Poppy had been weaving that spell for roughly fifty years before she came to Shaman and felt safe enough to drop it - but she'd always assumed she's the only divine who knows how to do it. Apparantly not. She should probably run and tell the others this, but something - spite, perhaps, and the old anger she'd felt at not being believed - holds her back. "Why did you try and kill me?" "That wasn't me," he frowns and shakes his head. "That was him. I was livid when I found out. I've never wanted to be anything else to you other than your father, Poppy - you know that. I spent years trying to get you out of that place... she's the one who lied to you your whole life. She's the one who wouldn't even acknowledge your existence until she lost her powers and needed some divine protection. Now she intends to replace you." He raises his eyebrows as she blinks in surprise. "Oh, she hasn't told you? She got herself pregnant, but didn't want to go through the hassle of it all so she transferred the baby to your husband. He's due soon." If she'd been cross before, that's nothing compared to how she's feeling now. A bubble of rage wells up in in the pit of her stomach. Even if she could speak in that moment, there would be no words to describe this feeling - pure, unadultered anger and hatred seeps from every pore in her body, and Penguin whimpers and shuffles backwards. She says nothing, but releases a kind of strangled snarl. "Cross over," he whispers. "You can do it. I believe in you." She takes a step forward. Penguin starts to bark, but she silences him with a thought and presses herself against the edge of the shining blue globe. There's a strange feeling - like passing through a wall of solid water - and suddenly she's on the other side, standing just in front of him. He wraps his arms around her - a little too tightly, she thinks. Her magic is quicker to react than she is; it blocks his attempt to teleport them both off the island before she has a chance to push him away. There's a crashing sound as Penguin, still stuck on the inside, throws himself against the globe and bounces off. Poppy feels Mallos' arm take her firmly by the waist and, as they both soar winglessly into the air, she screams as loudly as humanly possible. She barely glimpses Aura, Adonis and the others running out of the house before she's whipped out of sight by the dark, grey clouds.

Replies:

• part five. - By georgia December 19, 2010 at 04:56:50 AM
• part four. - By georgia December 19, 2010 at 04:44:25 AM
• part three. - By georgia December 19, 2010 at 04:41:29 AM
• part two. - By georgia December 19, 2010 at 04:37:40 AM
• part one. - By georgia December 15, 2010 at 03:04:53 AM

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