~ Mosaic - The World Mirror ~
Originally Posted by Mysterious Letter
~ A Dimly Lit Study ~
- A Short Time Ago -
The witch inspected her handiwork, holding one of the many letters up to the soft orange glow of the light stone. Was it too much information? Not enough? Would the recipients feel the importance of it or would they arrive out of sheer curiosity? She supposed that in the end, it didn't really matter. If they received the letter in the first place then they were the ones who were destined for this. At least, if the quality of her spellweaving hadn't degraded these last few millennia.
It had taken quite some time to craft, but the spell that she had created should seek out exactly the right beings to fix things. Who they were... well, she wouldn't figure that out until they stepped through the portal and met face to face.
It was a little exhilarating, if she was honest with herself. Everything about this was outside of protocol. Do not involve mortals. Do not reveal the nature of the World Mirror. Do not endanger innocents. But unless she took action everything would be at risk. Her superiors would understand that, surely.
Another mana surge rocketed through the Axiom Gallery, a slight tremor in the fabric of space and time. Perhaps another crystal had been knocked lose just now. There was no time to waste.
The witch raised her hands and they began to glow with silver light. With a flourish, the pile of letters rose into the air and began spinning wildly. One by one, they vanished in a little puff of silver dust until none remained.
Those letters would travel a long way, messengers scattered throughout the realms, delivering the last hope the witch had of saving everything she loved. But also a great risk. She could only trust that it would all be worth it in the end.
~ Mosaic - The World Mirror ~
~ The Axiom Gallery - Abandoned Chamber ~
The witch had taken careful preparations to ensure that this section of the Axiom Gallery would be unoccupied today. As far as she could tell, the only beings anywhere near this level would be herself and whoever, whatever, answered the call of her letters.
When the portals opened up, the first thing the new arrivals would see was the pristine marble floor, swirled with black and white, and the unadorned walls that seemed to be carved out of a single piece of wood. All four walls and the high ceiling were gracefully and gently curved and without a single seam or corner in sight. It was as though the room had been carved out of a much larger piece of wood and then the floor was somehow magically put in.
There was no doorways or windows to be seen, no entrances or exits, and the room was lit by several crystals embedded in the ceiling. Though the light stones could project any color light, they were currently emitting a crisp white light to illuminate the whole room. And so the new arrivals could see each other and their host of course.
The witch sighed. Hopefully all of this preparation was enough. As for herself, the witch was tall and thin. Something about her proportions didn't seem quite right, as though she had been stretched or pulled just slightly out of normal human shape. She wore a simply layered garb, flowing robes that looked for all the world that someone had made fabric of the night sky, stars and all, and wrapped them around her from neck to ankles. The view of the stars seemed to change as she moved, as though the robes were a window on a real sky. The fabric wasn't exactly billowy, but it was loose enough that her figure was a mystery.
She felt the first ripples in the mana flow before the portal appeared. And just like that, a little window of silver light appeared. Soon, it would drop out a traveler from another world. What would they think of all this she wondered. Nervously, she adjusted her tall, pointed, and wide brimmed hat. It was made from the same magical fabric as her robes and looked quite big on her. Hair the soft glowing silver of starlight spilled from the back of her hat and halfway down her back, and she pulled and adjusted the bangs that poked out from under the front brim. First appearances were important after all.
Soon, the room was full of portals. And as if on cue, they all dropped their passengers simultaneously. The result was a small crowd of various beings all standing in the middle of a mostly empty room amidst a cloud of silver sparkles and smoke that all smelled like cinnamon rolls.
"Welcome, all of you." the witch said with an elaborately graceful and well practiced bow. She cast her luminous golden eyes over the group, taking in each face, and surprised by a few. Why on earth had her spell summoned a Wolpertinger, Cherufe, and a Shade of all things? Only one way to find out.
"I'm sure you all have many questions." the witch said through sapphire blue lips, her porcelain face alight in a pleasant smile, "Rest assured that I will answer any that you may have. For now, you should know that I am the one who sent the letters to you all. My name is Versa Victa, and I am one of the Immortals tasked with the care of the World Mirror, the crystal Mosaic that keeps the realms, your realms and others, in harmony."
Judging by the smell that was still fading, she should probably explain one more thing too. "Oh, and don't mind the cinnamon roll smell. My magic always smells like that, you'll get used to it with any luck."
She waved a hand and another puff of silver smoke and tasty scent conjured a table filled with an assortment of refreshments from the various realms the visitors were from.
"Now, before we get started, I want you all to know that this will not be an easy task. I would like to invite each of you to join me in repairing the damage caused to the Mosaic and bringing peace and harmony back to the many realms. But this has to be something you want to do, I can not and will not force this burden upon you. If you wish to return to your realm, simply say so and you shall be granted leave."
She smiled again. "But, if you wish to stay and hear the rest of my tale, then please, introduce yourselves. We have much to discuss, but I should like to know your names, Brave Souls."
Last edited by TheSequelReturns; 23rd August 2016 at 6:08 AM.
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