Issue # 42- A Shatterd Clasp

A Shattered Clasp

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Ephra rolls over in her lover`s bed, her sleep heavy lids peeking through a tangle of gold hair at her reflection. She smiles when a rosy hue moves over her neck and face as she drinks in the appearance of a woman well loved yet something still aches within her.

“Cursed bestial,” she mumbles kicking the heavy covering off to peruse her body in the huge mirror overhead. Perhaps she thinks as she eyes her breasts and the pink tips pucker at the cool air, perhaps if she could locate Mikel she could entice him back to bed since she still wanted…..

The witch shrieks when the dark curtains are flung aside by the old soothsayer.

“I swear old bat you are a curse upon this house!” Ephra spits hurrying to cover her sticky skin despite the seers white gaze.

“At least I serve a purpose here girl!”Arapos parries tossing a slim cell phone at the scowling dancer.

“I serve a purpose as well you bitter hag! What do you want me to do with that?” Ephra inquires clasping the balled up covers over herself while eying the phone lying beside her on the bed. She had a good idea what she would LIKE to do with it the young witch thinks evilly.

“Ah yes, well your services do tend to keep his complexion well moisturized,” Arapos snickers wickedly before she toddles to a nearby chair to retrieve the Guardian`s ebony robe.”Call Mikel.”

“You watched us didn`t you!?” Ephra growls tossing her tousled mane over her shoulder as her golden brows knit deeply.”You are a plague I swear it! You call Mikel you peeping hag!”

“Do not use that petulant tone with me you little pile of fluff and hormones! I was walking this earth centuries before you were even a possible glimmer in your warlock father`s sack. Now call Mikel and warn him!” Arapos barks as Rayvenwing`s robe lands on the edge of the bed then slides to the floor.

“You will STOP spying….warn him? Isn`t he here?”

“No chit, he left with the bestial Gallo nearly an hour ago. I could see them until they entered the forbidden realm then a haze fogged my vision,” the ancient woman explains as she rolls her glass ‘eye’ softly about in the pocket of her robe anxiously.

“He opened the gate?” the blond inquires incredulously while slipping down from the thick mattresses to fetch and don Mikel`s robe. Arapos nods and her floor length white braid moves with the motion of her head.

“Yes, and I have not been able to see anything since.”

“Nothing?” Ephra queries hurrying over the cold floor to stand beside the old one in front of Mikel`s roaring hearth. The white head shakes sadly. Ephra knew only the most sinister of magic would be able to strip the seer’s powers so.

“He`ll require my help,” the witch whispers softly.

“Your help?”

“I am more than fluff and hormones old woman. MUCH more.”