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Chapter 6
Interlude: Awakenings
Interlude: Awakenings
Chelena eagerly jumped off of the merchant's vessel as it drew close to the dock, ignoring both the shout of frustration from the captain, and Haeron's resigned sigh. She danced briefly on the dock, Belphebe's scarves, which covered her head to foot, flying out wildly around her. Despite everything, she truly had missed Edelon, and she was glad to be back.
The city had recovered from the fall of the Aviary, at least for the most part. Slowly it had returned to the normal rhythms of the heart of Viridos, its most ancient and iconic city, and although the presence of the Kindly Ones had become far more noticeable after the incident people were willing to forget about that. Their world had returned to peace, and the chaos that the blockade had created in Hosia had been spared by this city of Ilium. The Holler rumbled on.
Haeron departed the boat with most of the crew in the proper way. He paused only briefly to shake hands with the captain and hand over the last of the payment for the trip before turning to gather Chelena. He smiled at her antics, to which he had been exposed full force for most of the trip, but the smile quickly slipped from his lips. It was time for him to complete his duty.
He regathered the wild nocturne, gently herding her towards the center of Edelon. This time, Chelena did not have to worry about the Kindly Ones as she was guided to a heavy wooden door, securely sequestered but with easy access to Ilium's Hall. Haeron knocked on the door before being bid to enter. Rather than moving in, however, he stepped aside, gesturing for Chelena to proceed through the door alone.
"And you?"
"This is where our paths part ways. It was a pleasure traveling with you, Chelena, but do not keep the general waiting." Haeron bowed briefly, fist clamped over his heart, before turning on his heels and walking away down the hall. Chelena hesitantly pushed her way through to the other side of the door.
The oaken face of General Tattersal greeted her as she entered the room, his one good eye scrutinizing her.
"Remove the scarves."
For a moment Chelena quailed under his gaze, but the whispered words of the major floated through her mind. This was her opportunity, her one chance. This was the only man who could make everything right again, and give her life meaning once more.
One by one, the scarves dropped to the floor. Tattersal studied her body critically, analytically, before nodding once. "You will do."
"I am a dancer. The men do not touch me."
Tattersal did not even seem to hear her objection to his statement. Instead he simply gestured that Chelena could once more pick up her precious items and she promptly scooped them up. "Come," he told her, gesturing to another door. "I cannot speak with you now, but I assure you we have much to discuss. In the meantime, you should find this room to your comfort."
And find it to her comfort Chelena did. That little room was one of the most richly colored places she had ever seen, and it bewitched her. She did not even notice as the door closed behind her and roots sealed the door shut.
Chelena stayed in that room for two days. She was fed whenever she was hungry, and left to her own devices when she was not. And all though that time, Tattersal's words floated about her.
The first time he came she mostly ignored him, letting the color of his words get washed out by the rest of the room. But at one point she found herself forced to listen to his words, and listen she did. His words did not make much sense, but they began to awaken her. The next time he came she listened, and in his words she found truth. In his words she found salvation. The colors of the room faded from her mind. His words were all important. He told her that Viridos was in danger, and that she was the only one who could save it.
When he entered her room and told her that he was leaving for Riven, and that waiting for her there would be the first step of her mission, Chelena did not hesitate. She left the room, falling into step behind him.
Belphebe's scarves lay forgotten, piled into a corner of the room.
Chelena was not noticed as another member of Tattersal's escort, and she did not care. The only thing that mattered was Tattersal's words, words he continued to gift to her every night as they traveled. By the time they reached Riven, Chelena was prepared to give him anything.
He would ask her to give him everything. She would accept.
Tattersal gave her to the healers, and they went to work on her body. Through the days they slowly erased every sign of her wild life from her body. The scars from her war with the sun faded slowly from her body, and the marks that showed the trials of her youth faded as well. She would become as perfect in body as she was in mind. Her task demanded nothing less.
When the healers finished with her she was given to the artists. Under their hands her body became a canvas, and she a work of art. Every line was precise and careful, and it glowed with the vitality of the forest she represented.
It was then that Tattersal found her again. He looked at her with the same calculating look that had marked their first meeting. But this time it seemed that something was finally to meet with his approval.
"You are perfect." Tattersal told her. She swayed at the sound of his words, following him like a daisy under the sun. "Come, my dear. We must make the final preparation."