Danger at the Worlds, Chapter Three

[ClareJulissa]

Sorry I took so long. I was busy, and sulking over the fact no one commented on 'Spite.'

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Jean's first instinct was to laugh and call the girls crazy. A goddess? Terrorist attacks on the Worlds?

But then the swirling colours and sounds of the tesseract reminded her that there was something different happening here.

Mentally straightening up, Jean decided that this was real. It had to be, unless she was insane, and no type of insanity could produce what had happened to her.

It was time to take charge of her situation.

"What terrorist organisation is going to attack this hotel?" Jean asked calmly.

"We think it's the Irish Republican Army, but we can't be sure yet," Clare told her.

"That's part of where you come in," Aria added. Standing up, she brought something out of her pocket and handed it to Jean.

Looking at it, Jean saw it was a flat, oval-shaped pendant, with a black side and a white side. Both were swirling with faint patterns and images. Briefly mesmerised, Jean stared at the lighter side, watching as the patterns coalesced into first a shamrock, then a star, then a Celtic sun.

Clare's voice brought her out of her reverie. "That pendant is a tool for scrying, a type of divination. It gives answers when asked by the right person, which, for this particular one, is you. It doesn't work for Aria or myself, and believe me, we've tried. It was made for you."

"How do I use it?" Jean asked, a little stunned by this additional revelation.

"Look at the white side and bring the question you want to ask to mind. Focus on the question entirely. Then watch what the pendant has to say, and let it tell you the answer," Aria said.

"Try starting by asking it what the weather was yesterday," Clare suggested with a hint of humour in her voice.

Looking down, Jean saw the pendant's patterns coalesce into first a cloud, then a raindrop.

"Overcast and rainy?"

"Yes!" exclaimed Clare.

"Should I try asking it who's going to attack the Worlds now?"

"If you feel comfortable doing so."

Jean had no sooner looked down then the pendant started heating up and glowing. Holding away from herself, Jean saw a tiny figure of a light-skinned, red-haired man coalesce out of the glow. He glared into the air, seemingly unaware of her.

Then he began to speak.

"I was Balie of the Honeyed Speech. It was I who created sean-nos dancing to honour my beloved. Now, my art has become deeply overshadowed by step dancing! I lost my love in death, and now those who love the step dance will lose not only their ability to dance, but their lives. Just as I did."

[Naomi_Dancer]

Oooh! It's good! I can't wait for the next chapter!

[ClareJulissa]

Thanks!

[Eire _ girl]

I love it! I can't believe it csame out of my pocket.Not my awesome blue and white bag! course you hadn't seen it yet

[JUMP 2 3]

awseome i loveeeeee it!!!!!!!!!! honestly clare your a great writer/poet!

[ClareJulissa]

@Aria I should change that.... :P

@Jump23 A, thanks!

[tessa13]

Originally Posted by Naomi_Dancer

Oooh! It's good! I can't wait for the next chapter!

Me too!!!

[Eire _ girl]

Originally Posted by ClareJulissa

Sorry I took so long. I was busy, and sulking over the fact no one commented on 'Spite.'

~~~~~

Jean's first instinct was to laugh and call the girls crazy. A goddess? Terrorist attacks on the Worlds?

But then the swirling colours and sounds of the tesseract reminded her that there was something different happening here.

Mentally straightening up, Jean decided that this was real. It had to be, unless she was insane, and no type of insanity could produce what had happened to her.

It was time to take charge of her situation.

"What terrorist organisation is going to attack this hotel?" Jean asked calmly.

"We think it's the Irish Republican Army, but we can't be sure yet," Clare told her.

"That's part of where you come in," Aria added. Standing up, she brought something out of her pocket and handed it to Jean.

Looking at it, Jean saw it was a flat, oval-shaped pendant, with a black side and a white side. Both were swirling with faint patterns and images. Briefly mesmerised, Jean stared at the lighter side, watching as the patterns coalesced into first a shamrock, then a star, then a Celtic sun.

Clare's voice brought her out of her reverie. "That pendant is a tool for scrying, a type of divination. It gives answers when asked by the right person, which, for this particular one, is you. It doesn't work for Aria or myself, and believe me, we've tried. It was made for you."

"How do I use it?" Jean asked, a little stunned by this additional revelation.

"Look at the white side and bring the question you want to ask to mind. Focus on the question entirely. Then watch what the pendant has to say, and let it tell you the answer," Aria said.

"Try starting by asking it what the weather was yesterday," Clare suggested with a hint of humour in her voice.

Looking down, Jean saw the pendant's patterns coalesce into first a cloud, then a raindrop.

"Overcast and rainy?"

"Yes!" exclaimed Clare.

"Should I try asking it who's going to attack the Worlds now?"

"If you feel comfortable doing so."

Jean had no sooner looked down then the pendant started heating up and glowing. Holding away from herself, Jean saw a tiny figure of a light-skinned, red-haired man coalesce out of the glow. He glared into the air, seemingly unaware of her.

Then he began to speak.

"I was Balie of the Honeyed Speech. It was I who created sean-nos dancing to honour my beloved. Now, my art has become deeply overshadowed by step dancing! I lost my love in death, and now those who love the step dance will lose not only their ability to dance, but their lives. Just as I did."

Cannot read Sean Nos without laughing anymore!

[MurrayIrishDancerForLife]

Originally Posted by Eire _ girl

Cannot read Sean Nos without laughing anymore!

Neither can I! Oh, good times...