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A Shattered Chalice	By : lucivaryaslana Category: A through F > The Black Jewel Trilogy Views: 1612 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Black Jewel Trilogy book series. They are the property of Anne Bishop. I do not make any money from this story .

Chapter List
- 1-A Shattered Chalice
- 2-Chapter One
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Italics denote conversation through a Psychic Thread or private thoughts

A Beginning

Tersa hummed lightly to herself as she made her way down the country lane that led to her home. She was tired after a long night weaving webs, learning the craft that was the province of the Hourglass Coven, but she was also satisfied. She was almost ready to take her Journeywoman’s test and was looking forward to the challenge of doing so, regardless of the pitfalls that could befall an arrogant apprentice.

Tersa had been an apprentice for so long now, it was becoming painful. She had mastered the art of weaving with startling speed, even for one who was born to the Hourglass such as she was and having to go over the same old exercises was wearing her patience down. Moving at a steady pace she made her way to her home, wanting nothing more than a hot bath before slipping between the comforting warmth of her bedsheets.

Finally, reaching her home without mishap, Tersa gratefully shut the door behind her and hung her cloak up on one of the pegs in her hallway before scuttling towards the fire in the sitting room to reclaim some of the warmth lost in the short trip from the coven. Sitting in the chair before the fire, Tersa added a couple of logs to the banked flames, letting them rise again to envelop the room in its warmth and allowed herself to slip into a daydream. She closed her deep blue eyes and allowed pleasant memories of Alexander to wash through her mind.

Alexander was a Green Jeweled Warlord she had been walking out with and while she may have had more strength than he had, he certainly made her smile with his witty little quips and his delightful way of making even her most depressive mood lift before it could take root fully. Slowly the warmth began to penetrate her cold skin and so, before she could be lulled toward sleep, she stood up to begin preparing the bath she had promised herself.

Moving into the bathroom, Tersa took off her spidersilk dress and carefully folded it before vanishing it to a chest in her bedroom. Turning the dials on the edge of the tub, Tersa called in a vial of bath salts that she liberally applied to the water that was filling the tub. Waiting impatiently for the tub to fill, she turned her mind to what dress she should wear for the next time she could go shopping with Alexander.

She smiled to herself as she remembered his stalwart attempts at carrying all her bags while on a particularly big shopping trip a couple of weeks ago. Remembering the scene and the look upon his face as he tried to keep it schooled in a perfectly nonchalant expression while struggling under the weight of so many purchases caused a small smile to dance about her lips.

Coming back to the present, Tersa turned off the taps and, with a little gasp at the temperature of the water as it hit some spots of skin that hadn’t warmed fully; she carefully extended her legs, and lay back in the tub, blissfully unaware of anything except that her cold body was finally heating up.

“You’d think on a night like this they would have cancelled the lesson” she grumbled to herself as she called in some soap and began lathering herself.

Taking care not to scrub herself too hard and cause the scratches on her hands to sting, Tersa carefully washed away the day’s dirt, critically examining herself as she did so. Tersa looked at her hands and sighed, she could have easily healed the scratches but the Head Sister of the coven had been drumming it into her head that she should save her craft for something that really needed it, not for day to day worries. Flexing her fingers she smiled again at the way the snake tooth slid out easily from beneath her long nails, the one thing that set her apart from ordinary Blood.

She shook her head, retracted the snake tooth and continued to soap the rest of her body. She had to admit she was pretty trim, some might even say lithe but Tersa knew better than to try and fool herself. She continued her self analysis. Above her flat stomach, she had pert breasts that Alexander couldn’t seem to take his eyes off but to her, they were just two lumps she had to put up with and got in the way sometimes. Although, she did enjoy catching Alexander out when he was staring at them and not listening to her.

Finishing her bath she stepped out of the tub and called in one of her older towels, one that still felt fluffy despite the number of times it had been washed, and began to dry herself. Tersa gave a little smirk as she thought of how Alexander had completely ignored Alia the other day when they had been out walking through the public gardens. Alia thought that she would be a perfect match for Alexander regardless of his obvious affection for Tersa and tried every means available to her to try and win him.

So far her efforts had failed miserably, and it gave Tersa no small satisfaction to see that failure regardless of how many times she told herself she shouldn’t feel so happy at another’s misery. Having dried herself, she walked over to the reflecting glass and studied her face. Young and smooth, her skin was at times, almost like porcelain and for this she was thankful for she had seen no small number of young women plagued by acne that marred their faces. A nose that was slightly off centre annoyed her slightly but she was too proud to try and change it or hide it with a disguise spell.
Tersa couldn’t be called classically beautiful but there was something striking about her, something that called for her to be looked at and she knew it. Eyes that looked like the deepest ocean looked back at her and she could see the mirth twinkling behind them, laughing at her self examination.

Turning away, Tersa dropped the now wet towel into the hamper and called in her robe, moving into the adjoining bedroom as she did so. It was a simple room with a medium sized four poster bed with a trunk at the end for personal effects such as her web holders as well as a bedside table for her few pieces of jewelry and late night reading when she couldn’t sleep. Turning to the corner of the room, she moved to the stand that held her favourite music globe and turned it on, enjoying the calm that washed over her at the restful sounds of the forest that were a part of the haunting music.

Tersa, despite appearances, was a simple woman and this room was her haven. She hated adornments and so, deliberately kept out most of the fripperies some of her sisters had in theirs such as lace edged bedsheets or rows upon rows of cosmetics, all that promised to help the wearer look younger for longer. Instead she preferred to have a place that would allow her to sleep restfully, rather than a place where her eye would be caught by one thing or another that would then cause her to start thinking and worrying.

Closing the curtains that had been admitting the cool night breeze, Tersa moved to her bed with its wonderfully warm blankets. Removing her robe she called in her nightgown and slipped it on before climbing into the bed. She settled the bedclothes around her, adding a little energy to the warming spell she had already placed on them so the warmth would last most of the night. Turning out the lights with a flicker of craft, Tersa turned over and snuggled into the blankets and, with a little satisfied smile still dancing around her lips, she slowly fell asleep, lulled by the quiet music that was still playing to the lonely night.
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