They led her in and left her there. The room swirled with the scents of incense and magic. She drew closer to the marble pool and intook a deep breath as the magic awakened beneath her touch, sending prickles through her skin, making her come alive again. As always, the water beckoned her.
She closed her eyes and took a few breaths, feeling the pull of the magic, the need, the desire, but did her best to resist.
"I have nothing to look for," she pleaded, perhaps wishing for the pull to cease, or wishing for it to grow stronger with purpose.
"Pretty, isn't it?" The voice was lush, distorted by the influence of the incense.
"Yes." Rose's voice breathed out with her desire for the pool, not only its intricacies, but the power it contained.
"Come sit," the woman's voice beckoned her with a gentle, yet commanding tone. This was not a request.
Reluctantly, Rose let go of the pool and turned to go towards the voice and the offered seat, doing as she was told.
The woman radiated her own power that was only accentuated by her fitted dress that complimented her coloring perfectly. "Rose is it?" she asked with a slight smile.
Rose blinked, her mind foggy from the incense. She nodded slowly.
"Good. You may address me as mistress for now." She smiled again. "I'm told you might like to work for Xeen, that you have a very special type of Gift."
"Yes mistress."
Mistress tipped her head to the side. "Is that what you think I want to hear, or is that the truth?"
Through the fog, Rose struggled. "I..." she rubbed her forehead and took a couple deep breaths. "I don't know, mistress."
Mistress smiled again. "Fair enough. It has been rather trying fo ryou lately, so I hear." She paused slightly. "You seem to be recovering as expected, however. Perhaps you are not beyond salvaging, hmm?"
Rose wrung her hands, appreciating the feel of her own skin to keep her grounded. There was no other voice in her head to help her. "Things are broken," she admitted. "I'm broken."
"We are all broken in our lives at some point, Rose," the Mistress offered. "Every one of us. It is how we build ourselves back up that matters. Would you like to build yoruself back up?"
Rose nodded.
"I won't lie to you," Mistress continued. "I'm not offering you freedom. You will remain a slave, but you will have a purpose greater than serving the whims and whistles of some blowhard. You will get to play with that power you have, so long as you do so constructively. Is that interesting?"
Rose listened as the words cut through the fog to her understanding, then nodded.
"Show me what you can do, Rose. Convince me." She paused and smiled, a touch wickedly. "You may use the pool you were admiring."
Rose looked up and took a deep breath, searching for the Mistress and holding on to her image even as the fog threatened to engulf her. "What am I to look for, mistress?"
She pressed her lips and studied Rose. "Show me the object of your affections."
Confusion cut through the fog like a knife, knocking Rose side to side in her awareness. There was no affection. There hadn't been in a long time. There was desire, longing, need, but not affection. "The object of my..." She shook her head to clear it. "I don't... I don't understand."
"Show me something you want, Rose." The mistress's tone became cool, and her eyes narrowed warningly.
Rose's heart jumped in awareness, pounding, and her hands began to sweat. She lowered her eyes and stood, uncertain. She moved to the pool and laid her hands against its cool marble and closed her eyes. Once again, the pool came to life, sending jolts of electric power up through her fingertips as it awakened. As it did so, Rose took a breath and searched for the one thing she knew she wanted more than anything.
The pool flashed to life, the water flickering and then brightening to the reflectiveness of a mirror. It smoothed away like a pane of glass. Colors began to swirl around as the magic sought in the direction it was sent. A moment passed, then another, and another. The power of the pool and the magic began to fill the seeker, flowing in and out of her. The desire and fullfillment was overwhelming, and she continued to seek. Slowly, a form began to coalesce in the still reflective waters. Purple fog filled the space, condensing down into a cloth, then wrapping, snake-like, around the neck of a humanoid form. It began to wind its way down around the form, clothing it, but somehow electrifying it in the process. Sparks of visible power arched away from the body where ever the electric cloth touched it. The vision flowed down the form with the movement of the cloth, then drew back. Tendrils of color of black, blue, green, yellow, and more drew toward the figure as the vision expanded.
Rose's face appeared, floating in space, overlayed, yet not directly part of the body. Her eyes rolled upward, sparking light flashing randomly from her irises. Her loose hair blowed dramatically as if from an updraft, whipping around violently.
It was desire, longing, need... ecstasy. But the pleasure continued to build more and more, begining to send the thrum and hum of the energy up the Rose's arms. Electric magic drilled into her bones in her fingers, then her hands, and then upward to her wrists and arms. The pain mixed with pleasure to fuel her desire as she continued to hold on and ride the waves of power.
The color continued to build, filling the image of the Seer with more and more magic and light. The form swelled and her mouth opened, expelling a shock of white light.
The pain increased, spreading further upward into the Seer's shoulders and neck.
The colors darkened, spilling more red around and around the cloth on the form, dark and dangerous. Pain shot light lightning up through her head and down into her womb.
And the darkness swallowed her once more.
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