Emerald green and Ice blue

chapter seven Emmy's POV

I swallow deeply and wonder if she's serious about calling me now?! After all, it's just after midnight, if you can call 1 o'clock just after. "I'm looking forward to seeing you too, believe me", it was probably meant ironically, because she never liked me. "I see you've made yourself comfortable," she said and stretched her neck like she's trying to survey the room. "Yeah, it's quite comfortable here," I answer her. I pull my legs together in a cross-legged position and look at her intently: "What do you want?" "The more important question is, where is my son?" I sigh and say, "He's with his father. I think his name is Cassius. Or differently said: Keefe's bad parent number two!"

Lady Gisela snorted, but left the insult uncommented: "Didn't I make myself clear enough that you should bring him to me?! And not to my -" she cleared her throat briefly and continued, "Husband." I lifted my head and tried to imitate Lady Gisela's voice, "It is part of my Grand Plan!" She raised an eyebrow and gestured at me that I went too far. However, it didn't bother me much, since she was finally far away from me. "I thought about going to the Lost Cities, gaining the trust of Sophie and Co. then they take me to Black Swan and then I can gather information.", I describe my perfect plan to her.

However, she didn't seem to see it that way: "You know my son tried the same thing and we figured it out right away. Do you really think you can do it?" "I knew you would say that. But the only thing I have to achieve is that I have to be taken to Black Swan and after that I can transform into another person" Lady Gisela considered a minute and then gave up: "Well, your plan has gaps but it's not the most terrible thing I've heard. You have three weeks, not a day less and not a day more. Then you should have the confidence, the information and Keefe on with you. And then I want to see him with me! Sure?!" "Have I ever disappointed you?" I reply. "Yes," she notes and hangs up.

I felt a warm tickle on my nose, it spread and caused me to wake up. When I finally oppend my eyes, the memories came super fast from yesterday. I groaned, not even a relaxing morning was granted to me. Luckily I was able to fall asleep surprisingly quickly after yesterday's conversation. I sat up straight and wanted to grab my clothes, but then I realized that they were gone. Panic rose up inside me, what should I do now? My gloves were in there! then I heard a voice behind me.

A small creature that reminded me of a plant entered my room. It had to be a gnome because it had green fingers and was tiny. The gnome held up a folded stack. It wasn't until I looked twice that I saw it was my clothes holding it. "The clothes have been washed and improved to fit a bit more. They were a bit colorless so I added some purple to them. I hope you like it!"

I open my mouth, but I can't get a word out. Then the gnome continues: "You can call me Fenra, by the way." She steps closer and puts my pile of clothes on my bed. I look into her bright eyes and hope that she can read my gratitude from them, because I am still speechless. She seemed a bit speechless too, but she quickly caught herself and remarked, "I like your eyes, they're a bit extraordinary for an elf." I manage to get a thank you off my lips just before she leaves the room. She turns around again in the door and smiles: "I hope the clothes fit now, I'll leave you alone now so that you can change. If you need anything, I'm always nearby"

The purple tunic fit like a glove. It was a bit narrower at the waist, but I still had enough space. It was simple and plain, just how I liked it. However, it had a few flowers as details. The flowers were gilded and perched on my shoulder. The higher you went, the bigger and more beautiful the flowers became. I wore black tight leggings with the knee-length tunic. It was also snug and comfortable, not as stiff as I would have expected. I was also wearing my black gloves, which put me at ease.

I went down the stairs to the kitchen, which were a lot of stairs. Because they didn't end, I've been wandering around for what felt like hours, trying to find my destination. I finally succeeded, although I arrived a little out of breath. There were four people in the kitchen.

Mr. Forkle the leader of Black Swan, Edaline and next to her a blond man with blue eyes. Probably her husband Grady Ruewen. And one person I feared, and unfortunately a high councilor, named Councilor Oralie.

"Good morning," she greets me warmly, "we didn't expect you down here so early." "Is that so?" I ask in the group, "what time is it?" Grady looks at the clock, "It's five in the morning!" I actually think it's a little late, I've been up an hour longer than usual. "But since you're here," Edaline acknowledges, " you should have some breakfast? A girl your age shouldn't look so starved!" I look down at myself, not understanding what she means. Before I could answer, Edaline was snapping her fingers and oodles of food appeared on the table. I hardly knew anything from it , except for the drinks. "Is that all for me?" I ask in disbelief, unable to take my eyes off the sweet looking buns. Oralie laughs softly: "If you can eat it alone!" She was right, no living being could eat this mountain of food in 100 years.

Now Mr. Forkle also joined our conversation, previously he had been watching me from the corner the whole time: ,, If you don't mind, then I'll sit down with you. I can't miss anything." I reluctantly moved aside and let him eat. "You're Emmy, aren't you?" he asks me. I nod and chew on the delicious food. Now I know what Keefe meant, but nothing reached the macarons. There were still too many memories attached to them. "We'd like to ask you a few questions, is that alright?" "Like I have a choice," I grunt in response.

Mr. Forkle drew another grunt from me with the, "You always have a choice." "If that's the case, shoot away!" "Your ability?" Grady can't hold on much longer either. I knew this question was coming and prepared myself accordingly. "I'm a enhancer" I raise my gloved hand to make it clear to them . I tug my hair with the other hand.

"Did you know that Fintan belongs to the Neverseen?" So he's still alive. That's good. "No," I say as sad as possible. They seemed to buy it because Oralie nodded. Then everyone looked at each other, they seemed to be having a conversation telepathically. I groaned because I hated this secrecy. Everyone looks at me immediately. "Are you sure, Oralie?" Mr. Forkle turns to Oralie again. She nodded in turn and then turned to me, "We have decided to hand you over to the Council.".