Aurora’s World: Opal: Talking to Margery (part 3)

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“I could see it coming,” Opal said, trying to hide how she really felt when she heard that her aunt was really that unhappy about her survival. “At least with your warning I can prepare for it because I know it will happen.”

“Opal…”

“Don’t, Margery. She’s allowed to hurt. Losing your daughter…” Opal shook her head. “I can’t imagine how difficult things must be for her.”

“After raising the two of us together she should view you as her daughter too.”

“Emotions aren’t that simple. You are the daughter she gave birth to and I was the burden placed upon her when my mother died.” Biting her lip, Opal looked at Margery, trying to gather enough courage to ask a question she’d wanted to ask ever since she realise she could talk to the dead. “Is Mum… does she want to talk to me?”

“I don’t know, Opal. I haven’t seen her yet, but when I do I’ll ask her. I promise.” From the way Margery looked at her Opal knew that her emotions were written all over her face. “She probably doesn’t even know I’m here yet. This place… it’s huge, Opal, and there are spirits here from the day our world was first inhabited.”

Opal stared at Margery, trying to work out which question was the most important. “First inhabited?”

“We didn’t evolve, like some races, but we were placed here by another race, who wanted to see what would happen when they placed a race of people on a world and left them to it. One of the spirits I’ve met was the first of our race and he can remember everything. He’d be happy to talk to you about it, but he thinks it something that you shouldn’t tell too many people.” Margery smiled. “My reaction was one of total disbelief until he took me into his memories.”

“Were we given magic by our creator race?”

Margery shook her head, still smiling. “We have magic because our world is magical. I don’t know if they knew that the world they were giving us had magic or if it was a part of their experiment, because they never bothered to talk to anyone from the race they created about what their aims were. For all we know they expected us to die, but instead we thrived and changed.”

“I don’t know if I believe you.”

“I might, if you’re up for an experiment, be able to show you what I was shown. It’s something new I’m learning.”

There was a moment when Opal wanted to say no, but the hope on Margery’s face stopped her. “What do we do?”

“You just need to open your mind. I need to focus, so stay quiet for me otherwise this might go wrong.”

Breathing deeply Margery put her hand onto the side of Opal’s head and Opal tried to stay as still as possible, even though Margery’s hand was freezing cold. Their eyes met for a moment, so Opal could see the focus in Margery’s eyes, but that didn’t stop her from worrying that something was going to go wrong. Seconds later Margery’s eyes changed in such a way that Opal knew for certain she was looking into the face of someone else.

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.