he room was shielded against magic naturally. Both from without and from within. Circular, the floor was inscribed with concentric rings, each depicting the various elements of nature and magic. The walls went without adornment, but the domed ceiling was inscribed with a map of the heavens, and when the lights were extinguished, they would glow and twinkle, while effervescent lines would glisten faintly, gossamer threads that outlined each constellation of the night.
There were four doors to the chamber, each warded, and presently locked. As was custom, each of the four mages had entered through a separate door, all of them at the same time. After the loud clanging of the doors behind them finally ceased to reverberate, they each took a moment to stare at each other. They were an eclectic gathering, a hawk that stood as tall as a man, a woman dressed in clothes more befitting a man bearing a box adorned by magical wards, as well as a bear and a fox, the fox bearing a collar branding him a criminal.
“Well,” the fox said with a sardonic twist to his speech, “this is a lovely practice chamber, but what are we doing here?”
The Prime Minister turned to the fox that now sat upon its haunches, golden eyes scanning about, triangular ears perked inquisitively. “This is the matter that has brought us here, Varnal. I trust you have accepted our offer?”
“Yes,” the fox yawned then, long tongue curling from his muzzle. “I will not ask where this is from or why it concerns us. And I will help however I can.” He glanced at the lights that shimmered in the air, lights that kept the room completely lit and free of shadow. “Is there a particular reason we are to be blinded?”
The hawk squawked at that and took a few hopping steps forward. “This is very dangerous, and we need to be protected. Enemies strike from the dark.”
Varnal turned one ear to the side. “Enemies? Very well, I shall ask no more. Let us see what it is that you have in that box, Prime Minister.”
Malisa nodded then, and she strode to the centre circle in the room, setting the box gingerly down within. She waved one hand over it, speaking a soft word in another tongue. The edges of the box glowed with a blue light, shimmering like a fountain of crystals. And then, the sides each folded down, to reveal a plain leather halter contained within.
The bear Christopher lumbered forward then, sniffing at it speculatively. {‘Tis dormant, it seems.}
“Jessica,” Malisa said then, motioning for the hawk to come forward. “What can you see? Can you make it plain for the rest of us?”
The hawk nodded slowly then, turning her eyes upon that halter. It lay crumpled in a heap in the open box, leather straps jumbled together negligently. And as they all stared, piercing the veil, the magical lines began to grow distinct. The room itself was filled with them, each interweaving about each other, forming a tight barrier like a tailor’s loom. But the dark infection of the curse still twined through it like an amorphous blob.
Of the halter itself, what had once been a crumpled pile of leather began to glow with a faint silvery light. The strands that had coiled about it before had become recessed, sunken into the material as a tortoise retreats into its shell. As the real world began to fade behind them, they all gazed, watching the magic flare into life. Slight prominences arced across the surface of the halter, as if it were a pool from which salmon were spawning.
“I think Christopher is right,” Jessica said then. “It does appear to be dormant.”
{Aye, ‘tis waiting,} the bear mused, brow furrowed as he sniffed, inching closer to the halter. His large nose drew to within a foot of it, when those prominences began to shift ever so slightly.
“Stop!” Varnal barked suddenly. “Stay right there. Look at it.”
Christopher stared down past the end of his snout, sudden apprehension wide in his ursine eyes. The deep wells of them, though eyes of a beast, burned with a fear no animal could ever hope to obtain. For those silvery arcs, where before they had simply been haphazard, were now growing in intensity, and all of them were directed towards the bear mage’s face.
“It senses something,” Malisa mused then, stepping closer as well, waving her hand near it’s surface, but no closer than Christopher’s snout. Several of the arcs turned in her direction then, even as the flares weakened. When she withdrew, they intensified once more in the bear’s direction.
{‘Tis attracted to us.}
“Is there anything familiar about the magic itself?” Jessica asked, looking at both Varnal and Christopher. The bear was slowly stepping back from the halter now, and the prominences once more died down.
“Magic that is attracted to something is not uncommon. Most trap spells work like this,” Varnal pointed out. “The trick is to know what they are attracted to. Do we know any of what it has been used to do? Or is that one of those things I am not supposed to know?”
Malisa frowned then, looking first from the halter and its silvery emanations and then to the collared fox. “To date, the only thing that we know it effects is the curse itself.”
Varnal’s tail began to wag suddenly then. “Truly? This device does not appear to have been fashioned by Nasoj. The magic is too, seemingly subtle I should think for him.” Malisa merely offered him a dark smile, and the fox nodded. “Very well, this affects the curse. Perhaps then it is attracted to the curse itself.”
{Then why d'ye think it'd nae grasp at the curse itself? ‘Tis all around it!} Christopher pointed out, lifting one of his paws and gesturing with long claws for emphasis.
The fox’s tail wagged beneath him slightly, and his ears turned some. “Then it is only attracted to the cursed.”
“That makes sense,” Jessica mused at that, shifting her wings behind her slightly. She hopped forward one more pace, though still several feet from the halter. “Does this look familiar to you, Christopher?”
The bear shrugged his shoulders. {D'ye want me t' look closer? ‘Tis the only way t' be certain.}
“No,” Malisa said then, rubbing her fingers together thoughtfully. “Not just yet. If Varnal is right, then this spell is attracted to the cursed. And of all of us here, I am the one least susceptible to it?”
“And how do you know that?” Varnal asked, golden eyes narrowing.
Malisa regarded the fox cooly. “Simple. I am the only one here not effected by the animal side of the curse. Thus, if it is safe for any of us, it will be safe for me. I will attempt to draw back the outer coating of the magic. Perhaps there is something beneath that will be familiar.”
Jessica nodded slowly, her own eyes turned towards the halter. The tiny silver arcs had continued to dance like a thousand pinpricks of light. Both the bear and fox took several steps back to allow the Prime Minister room, their faces curious. Varnal also appeared dubious, but she could not quite tell about what.
Malisa slowly approached the halter, and as she neared to within a foot, the arcs began to grow in intensity, darting towards her outstretched hands with a feverish intensity. Jessica felt her heart tighten as she watched the Prime Minister bend her will upon that halter. Calmly, Malisa pressed her hand through those prominences, until her flesh was nearly touching the leather straps of the halter itself. But to their horrified eyes, as those beams of light toucher her, the fabric of her clothes began to stretch in the chest and waist, as her entire body began to more clearly demonstrate what the curse had done to her.
And then she fell back, a sudden burst of brilliant light knocking her backwards. Malisa lay prone on the ground, moaning softly. Jessica and the rest quickly moved to her side, with Varnal reaching her first. He scanned down her frame, and licked at his nose in a strangely detached fashion. “It seems the magic in this device amplifies the effects of the curse. Anyone who is cursed who dares to approach will feel its power. At least anyone from Metamor.”
Christopher nudged the side of Malisa’s face with his large dark nose. {Prime Minister, are ye well?}
Malisa stirred then, blinking and breathing heavily. The tight swelling in her jerkin faded, and her clothes became loose fitting once more. “It lashed at me,” she murmured. “It didn’t do that when I put it in the box to bring it here.”
Jessica looked to her and then back to the halter. The small arcs were once again contentedly shifting about. “Was it something we did?”
{Aye,} Christopher’s mind voice intoned heavily. {We tried t' touch it magically. Did ye nae study it with Sight when ye placed it in the box?}
“No,” Malisa replied, pulling her legs beneath her as she managed to sit up. “No, I simply placed it in the box. It did not do anything then.”
{Then it wards itself against magical intrusion,} Christopher declared, turning his massive head back upon the halter. {How d'ye study a thing such as that?}
“Well that’s obvious,” Varnal said, tail wagging once more.
“Is it?” Jessica asked, taking a sudden dislike to the fox.
“Of course,” Varnal replied, licking his nose once more. “We simply need somebody unaffected by the curse to examine it. That’s all.”
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