Antigonee took a final breath of fresh air before sliding away from the open window and her star gazing to the center of her room. The full moon illuminated the circle of burning candles before her. SHe pulled the hem of her lavender robes to her knees as she stepped over the flickering flames and sat cross legged in the middle of the circle.
The day had been rather eventful for her. She had risen with the sun, thinking only of the herbs she had to father and sort for drying, and had later found herself racking her mind for the right words to say after being asked to lead the vow ceremony between Pyrope and Eiael.
She had been sure she would do something wrong or say something she shouldn't to inflict the wrath of both warlocks on her and ruin the ceremony. Though after much encouragement, the ceremony managed to go smoothly and everyone seemed to be pleased at the end. And even better, she hadn't given Eiael or Pyrope reason to hate her.
She knew she should be cautious in her new home. These people she didn't know so well if at all, and she had seen early on the effect Eiael's words had towards those he didn't like.
Antigonee smiled lightly to herself as she started her breathing, thinking back on the days events. She was rather proud at the ceremony's outcome, it being her first to conduct herself. Her mother was always the one the Magister's and nobles called upon to perform such ceremonies. She had a silver tongue with words and always looked the part of a Priestess.
"Even with my tainted blood, Ma would be proud had she seen me." Antigonee whispered to herself as she closed her eyes, taking slow steady breaths.
It was times like this that Antigonee missed her family most. And she thought it especially hard to make a place in her new home, where her shy nature kept even the friendliest of guild mates distant. Though she did make an attempt at friendship with some, it didn't always work the way she liked and it was never the same as having her own family. No, that had been robbed of her as a young girl. And they have their own families in some way or another. She thought to herself. And it was true. There was a strong bond between the members of her new home, either by blood or love. And she had lost all of those she once had long ago.
When Antigonee opened her eyes they shone a radiant white color, her visions being sucked into her memories rather than what she was trying to see in the future. She had little to no control of her abilities of sight when she used them, it was a gamble she had to take and was never certain what she would see. Past? Present? Future? It was all luck if she saw what she wished.
Now she found herself standing in the streets of Silvermoon, the thrashing and screaming of people rushing around her seemed far off and smothered as though she were hearing them through a barrier.
This was a memory that haunted her every moment. The day she lost her family and became an orphan. The day she was left alone.
Scanning the crowd of faces she was startled to pick her own family, including herself, out of the sea of panic. A chill ran up her spine as she realized she was watching her past unfold before her, rather than reliving it. She wasn't connected to her body. She wasn't herself. And all of the elves around her didn't seem to notice her presence.
With her mouth open Antigonee watched her younger self rush through the crowd to where her mother had stood moments before the blinding flash of what Antigonee now knew was the Sunwell exploding, consumed her, though she hadn't known at the time. No one would have imagined such a thing could happen.
An after shock sent rubble tumbling into the streets and Antigonee watched in horror as her younger self was struck by a slab of marble, falling to the streets unconscious.
Antigonee ran through the crowd, finding she walked right through the people instead of running into them, and over to where her younger self lay. A trickle of blood was beginning to soak her fiery curls and robe, pooling slowly on the streets. Antigonee screamed for help at the elves running away from her, but none of them seemed to hear her or notice the girl.
Before Antigonee could move, a tall figure stepped through her and gathered her younger self in their arms. Antigonee heard a deep voice curse as she was lifted from the ground and carried off down the streets. Antigonee got to her feet and rushed after the man carrying her younger self. This was the person shed been searching for since the day following the attack on Silvermoon. A man by the looks of it though he must be rather young, no more than a few years older than herself at the time. This could be the only chance she got to see the person who had saved her life, and make it easier for her to find and express her gratitude later.
Antigonee ran up behind him as he handed her younger self off to a novice at the temple. As she reached out to touch him, he turned towards her, pulling a dark hood over his head and ran through her, slipping down the streets before she could catch a glimpse of his face.
Frantically, Antigonee turned and started after him while her vision shifted and she felt it fading away. Silently she prayed to the Gods for him to turn around and look her way, but he was already gone. With all her will she tried to stay in her vision but she didn't have the control and she was pulled out of it.
Antigonee blinked several times, fighting back tears as the glowing white of her eyes fading back to her normal peridot color. All she wanted was to see who her rescuer had been so she could give them proper thanks and praise. But instead she had been forced to recount her most painful childhood memory, and for nothing.
She collapsed to the floor as her sobs overcame her. She wanted her family, anyone, and she wanted to know who it was she searched for. So far she had only come as far as to say her savior was male, and even that was up for grabs. The sounds she heard had been so strangely distorted.
Antigonee's sobbing softened as exhaustion overtook her, setting her into a dreamless sleep in her circle of burning candles.