Chapter 9

"I don't think I have any" Arba replied, her voice low as she looked at her feet

"That can't be" The queen said more to herself, for she was certain she could feel the power radiating of the young girl, it may be faint, but it was there. "Purple eyes? I have never seen purple before" the sorceress had seen all three different kinds of 'Gifted ones' there were, and never had she seen purple eyes.

There were four colors, red eyes; which conferred the power to control the weather, yellow eyes; the power of flight, golden eyes; the power of vision or sight (like Morgetha) and orange eyes; the power over elements. Sometimes, a certain power may come with other variations; just like Morgetha's power of sight comes with invincibility ability.

But not once has purple eyes even been heard of, this makes her potentially dangerous.

"Get away from her" Arsila said to Morgetha pulling her away from Arba.

Just then the five cloaked members of the Magus landed in the garden on their broomsticks, turning the only four pairs of eyes that were outside to them.

"Fuhrer" Arsila said, addressing the leader

"Arsila, or shall I say 'Queen Arsila'?" Fuhrer replied with a false smile, "The years have been kind to you, it seems"

"I wasn't informed of your coming, I would have made ready a place for you" she said, coming closer towards them, smiling, all the while blocking their view of Morgetha.

"Oh, worry not my dear, for dear father is not here for a ball. I believe you know why we have come" he said

As the royal siblings heard the word 'father', their jaws fell to the floor.

"Father?!" they both exclaimed. Their shocked expressions were justified, for their mother never told them her father was alive and the leader of the Magus, and then again Fuhrer looked to be no more than five years older than their mother, who didn't look her forty-odd years either. Maybe, it had something to do with their being sorcerers.

Arsila ignored her children, who were yet to pick their jaws from the ground.

"Do I Fuhrer? I am not so sure I do" she was saying, "Would you be kind as to enlighten me?"

"It's about the prophecy" he simply said

"What prophecy?" Caleb asked, he didn't even know when the words left his mouth.

"Oh, it's just this thousand-year-old prophecy about a young girl who would be born a 'Gifted one' with great powers never before seen," Misera rushed into explanation for the benefit of Caleb who asked, completely oblivious to the looks she was getting from the other members of the Magus.

"And any sorcerer who can get hold of her powers would be the most powerful in the world" she concluded, seeming so ecstatic and excited for someone who came here to steal someone's powers.

"Misera" Arsila said, greeting

"Hi Arsila!" she waved back at her, "You look beautiful, as usual"

"Thank you" Arsila replied, eyes scrolling down the ratty woman but finding nothing worthy of a compliment, "You don't look bad yourself"

"Why, thank you" Misera was smiling, florid. The woman was obviously extremely happy with the not-compliment, for some reason. "I didn't know if trying a new hair style was going to work for me, but I took the risk you see. I guess that did the trick" she gushed and giggled.

"New hair?" Arsila asked not seeing anything different about the woman's dust colored hair. "Sure, it suits…"

"That's enough both of you!" Fuhrer shouted having had enough of the 'reunion'. "Shall I bring tea and biscuits too?" he asked being sarcastic

"Why, Lord! I didn't know we are also having tea?" Misera seemed happy at the prospects of tea, a stern gaze from Fuhrer fixed her.

Fuhrer sighed, Misera has always been the weak link, making them look weak in public continually, they came here to fulfill a prophecy, she wants tea. Bloody tea! Unrelentingly incompetent, the woman. He would have gotten the Order rid of her a long time ago, but he can't. Her father is the former leader of the Order and an older, extremely powerful sorcerer, that Fuhrer, though he would never admit so out loud, is terrified of. And then again she controls the Sihkers, they need the Sihkers.

Perhaps when he gets the great powers of the 'Gifted one' foretold by the prophecy, he would get control of the Sihkers and finally be rid of Misera, for he would be more powerful than her father. The thought made him smile; how powerful he would be!

"Arsila you would move aside and let us have the girl"

"I am not letting you take my daughter" Arsila replied, her stance defensive and ready for attack as she stood in front of Morgetha.

"Your daughter?!" Fuhrer asked surprised, he didn't know his granddaughter was the one he was after all this time. They tracked in vain when he could have easily just taken her from under her parent's nose. What a waste of time!

"You didn't tell me Morgetha has the Gift" Fuhrer said, "Seems it runs in the family" he chuckled darkly.

"Runs in the family?" Morgetha who had been quiet asked. Arba and Caleb just stood in a corner watching everything happening before them.

"Quiet" Arsila lowly told her daughter

"It seems there are a lot of things your mother hasn't told you" Fuhrer laughed, a dry snicker

"But it can't be your daughter, Arsila" Misera piped in

"Oh, be quiet, Misera" Fuhrer had had about enough of this woman, great powers or no, he just might remove her from the Order tonight.

"I can sense the powers from her" he said to Misera

"You can sense them Lord, but not from her. If the 'Gifted one' with untold great powers have sorcerer blood in them I would have known" she explained.

Fuhrer considered her words for a moment, true she is incompetent, but she is the one the Sihkers report too, and they report well. If the person was from a line of sorcerers, she would have known it.

"Hmm" he said after some time, "Then who is it?" he asked no one in particular.

At this time, Arsila wasn't staying around to see if they were coming for Morgetha or not, she was already backing away with her children. However, when she realized her daughter may truly not be the one foretold by the prophecy, she grabbed Arba's hand and held her by her side.

"It would be that one" another member of the Order, a wizard, said pointing to Arba, who was being held forcefully by Arsila.

Fuhrer turned to look at the girl with purple eyes, he felt the power rolling off of her in strong currents, how could he not have noticed before

"She is mine" Arsila said before Fuhrer could say anything.