A crest was etched upon the green-dyed wood before her, golden swirls and archaic letters encompassing a larger, central, spade-like symbol. Long had Cadenza been curious about what was concealed behind the ornate door, but even as a teacher’s assistant she had never had a satisfactory reason to justify opening it. Multitudes of students, staff members, and various other witnesses roamed the halls at all hours. It seemed there was never a convenient time to enter. Never---until that day.
The gypsy’s sister Vivace, an expert in fire magic, was coincidentally paying a visit to her little sibling during the same day on which a massive wildfire erupted in one of the Dome’s largest gardens. While water mages and teachers rushed to douse the flames, and students and other residents of the Dome rushed to gawk at the spectacle, the two women surreptitiously made their way to the mysterious green door. The eldest sister melted the lock with a plume of white fire, and after giving her younger sibling instructions, thrust her forward into the pale sunlight inside.
“A wealthy kingdom lies behind this door,” Vivace had said,
“Algretta’s research confirms it. When you return, I expect to hear that there has been a severe decline in number of their riches.” Put in lame man’s terms, Cadenza was expected to rob the royalty that lived behind the door, because they were expected to have many precious items. Some of which, Vivace had elaborated, could not be found in their dimension, and with that explanation it became evident that the gypsy was using the Dome to travel because of its strange ability to be in any dimension at any given time.
Cadenza stumbled into the warm midday glow and righted herself on her feet with the aid of a tall oak tree. On the horizon she could make out the faint silhouettes of men on horseback. Judging from the atmospheric sounds of clanging metal and battle cries, it was obvious what was transpiring on those faraway hills. It was the gypsy’s greatest fear—war.
In her peripheral vision, she became vaguely aware of another horse and rider trotting up behind her.
A rich, masculine voice called out to her moments later, with genuine concern apparent in the tone. “My lady,” the voice’s owner said, “you are dreadfully close to a dangerous battle. Are thou lost?”
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OoC: This introduction is short in comparision to the later parts I have planned. I'm not sure of how many parts there will be altogether, but expect it to be longer than my last character fiction piece
Bittersweet. This story will involve both Cadenza and Hunter (if you couldn't already tell from that last line.
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