Rowida passed the next two days in preparation, she was lectured about the political structure of the world above, from the most recent reports, it was a warlord’s dream come true as it was explained to her.
Women were treated with the same equality and reverence as they did here, but they got through with life doing some important roles in the society.
She was given some parchments to help her start to understand the tongues used there, something that would have not been needed if she retained her aura with its Vrill to understand the languages of others.
She was also given a pack of clothes, as they told her the sun of the surface is harsher, yet the winters are far colder than in Agartha.
She laid in her bed, silent, trying to pull sleep to her aid, but a year and a half of being used to sleep due to extreme exhaustion, didn’t help.
She turned around in the bed until she was facing the ceiling, then she sat up and pulled the bound parchments and decided to read for a time.
“Hello Rowida.” A voice from her left made her jump out of the bed. To her left, a woman of around middle years, stood with a smile.
“Who are you? And when did you enter my room?” Rowida felt the vague sensations of anger almost catching her in its grasp, then it was gone.”
“I am someone who is interested in helping you,” the woman moved slowly towards the end of the bed and sat, “as for how I entered your room, doors and walls represent nothing to me and to my people.”
Rowida gaped at the declaration of the woman, then a far remote memory clicked in her head, something from her studies in Nafoura, a life time ago. “You are one of the others,” Rowida said in a low voice.
“Indeed, this is what your kind calls us,” the woman smiled radiantly, “I get it that you also know of our deals?”
“No, never heard of any deals,” Rowida sat beside the woman, and for a second as she adjusted her posture, her hand passed through the ethereal being beside her.
“Well, if you were a yellow, you would have heard about our deals,” the woman said.
“I am not interested,” Rowida started to lay down on bed, “I have no aura to benefit from your deals.”
Although the woman was ethereal and earlier Rowida’s hand went through her as if nothing was there, she reached and firmly pulled Rowida from the bed.
“This is precisely why I came to you,” the smile on the woman’s face disappeared, and was replaced by a grim and serious tightened lips, “I am offering you a deal where you will not only get your aura and Vrill back, but you will be one of the greatest figures in Agarthan history, a feared conqueror and a formidable army commander.”
Something old and dark stirred in Rowida to the woman’s touch, scary and rotten, but for Rowida, it was better than the void always there in her heart.
“Alright, tell me of your deal,” Rowida said, then she added, “but first, what is your name?”
“You may call me Miss. Violet,” the smile returned to Violet’s face, ten folds more radiant.
Characters From Agartha.