A few days later after more of her training, Aviel told her she was ready to begin the mission.
Silvernist wanted to blurt out that she refused to do whatever he said but he wouldn't listen. He'd probably hurt her again. He said she was the only one who could hold the black opal. No one else could. He needed her. But she didn't want to. She had no desire to attack kingdoms and cause hurt to other innocent people while her life was very much worse.
After training all day, Aviel sent her to her room. Silvernist quietly crept through the dark halls made it to the stairs that went way up to the top floor. She was excited about her magical powers; she just didn't like the fact that she'd be helping darkness. A memory came into her mind while her feet patted the stone steps. It was with her and her grandmother; she was seven at the time. Her grandmother, Alice, was telling her the story of Danielle.
"... the mighty dragon Danielle once and for all defeated the evil witch Andorra." SIlvernist, her head in her grandmother's lap smiled but then it changed to a strong, brave looking expression.
"I would never have worked for that witch. I'd destroy evil wherever I go." Alice, chuckled weakly and said,
"You do that child."
Silvernist wiped a tear from her cheek and climbed faster up the staircase. Now she would be forced to help evil.
Silvernist shut her bedroom behind her stood there still for a moment looking around her dark room. Then she walked over to her dresser and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her silver hair was tangled and her cut was very noticeable along her jaw. She stepped closer and touched the cut Aviel gave her. It was now turning into a scar.
Silernist collapsed on her bed. She was wide awake at the moment thinking of Aviel and his wicked plan. She couldn't do it. She couldn't, just couldn't. She lay there for a while until darkness clouded her.
An idea popped into her head and she sat up. She knew what she had to do. She would run away and tell the King of Zilda about Aviel and his plans.
Silvernist stood up from lying in her bed and tied her cloak around her feeling warmer inside it and walked out of her room and down the stairs cautiously until she came to the bottom and tiptoed down the hall to Aviel’s chamber. She peaked through the door to see if Aviel was still in there and luckily he was not. Then she entered slowly carefully closing the door behind her. She found Aviel’s spell book on the chair and walked over to it and picked it up with both hands.
“I’ll need this to train a little more.” She said to herself.
She started to walk out before a glint caught her eye. She turned to see what it was. A sword and a curved dagger hung on the wall. She walked over to them and touched them with her fingers. She gazed at the sword; its long silver blade was cold at her touch. Her eyes moved slowly up the blade until they rested upon the golden hilt. Her eyes widened and her mouth hung open. Its hilt was not anything like she had seen before. The hilt was curved outward and was like a blade itself for if someone tried to hold it, it would for sure cut their hand. Her hand moved upward and she touched the hilt. Surprisingly, it began to glow a bright red lighting up half of the chamber.
She continued touching the hilt, gazing at it in wonder and felt tempted the grip the hilt and hold it. But if she did, then she would get cut by the hilt’s sharpness. She lifted her hand and curved it so it was barely inches from the hilt’s surface. Suddenly the red's glow increased and some of it snaked through the air and surrounded her hand, urging it forward to grab it. She gripped it and lifted it off of wall the wall and gasped. She was not harmed by the sword’s hilt at all. She was even comfortable holding it. A wave of warmth swept over her and she smiled. It was almost as if the sword had chosen her to hold it.
Silvernist decided she would take the weapons with her and attached them to her belt. The sword stopped glowing once she stopped touching it. The dagger though was the same as any other dagger would be. Once she finished attaching them to her belt, she walked out of the chamber. They would be useful on her way to Zilda.
Right when she walked out the door, lighting and thunder crashed but Silvernist ignored it. Using her invisibility, she traveled the halls.. She wandered the castle feeling lost until she found the door to the outside in which she entered before. Once she stepped out, a stinging, cold rain drop hit her skin.
Silvernist looked around and then moved toward the gate not caring about how the heavy the rain was and how soaked her dress would be. Since she was invisible, she walked right past the guards who stood at the gates, guarding them in case any intruders were to enter. Silvernist looked back, relieved to be out of the necropolis.
The thought that troubled her was how she would to get to Zilda. She knew it was beyond the forest and the opposite of where she came from the village so hopefully she could find her way there. She would have to cross through the Enigma Mountains and the forests beyond. She stood outside the gate and looked at the dark, large, rigid shapes in the distance that were almost hidden from the rain.
Silvernist took a large breath and released it. Then she held her chin high and began walking toward the mountains.