Random RP - Maeson & Rola part 2

 Did you do it out of spite? Maybe it was only hate.

The longer Rola stayed with Maeson in his man cave, the angrier she got. She wanted to go home. Still, she doubted anyone was looking for her. Not even her auntie.

First, it started with deep breaths. Rola closed her eyes tightly, trying to imagine what the old woman was doing now. She pictured her head turned up to the heavens, and she was drawing her last breaths. She was just too still for her own good.

Rola shook her head NO. She could faintly hear the TV in the background. It was the news. Rola cracked an eye open. Could it be her story on the news already? She snapped at the notion that Auntie hadn't even been awake to notice.

Her heart sank in an ache she'd never had before. She put her hand to her chest, trying to make out what was happening. After all, Maeson trapped her in the room with the writings. He'd said, "Now you figure it out, for me, will you?" His last words and he was still asleep.

She shut her eyes tight. Her fist fierce for a fight. She stared at the foreign words. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

"Think order."

Rola kept whispering to herself until it became a mantra. With her eyes closed, the words came to her like a puzzle to decipher. Before she knew it she was moving to her own beat like a slow Tai Chi stance that became a dance.

Then the energy, like a slow burn of senses, emerged on the top of her skin that dipped deep in the core of her. She was a girl on fire with a magic no one could sense but her.

But did it really mean anything? Would it really take care of her? Would it get her out of this dark world?

When Maeson awoke, he went to the room of writing with the jug of ancient wine. The walls were wiped clean now.

"What did you do!" He demanded.

"Nothing." She managed to say, looking him in the eye.

Maeson drew a breath, hungry to know what she'd done. The words were gone. There was no chance he'd know anything.

"You fool," she said as if an old soul lived in her now. Something, perhaps not human.

"It was a drunk who made you drunk on the idea you could be somebody, now wasn't it?" Her words enraged him, but a calm settled through him, and he thought maybe it was good that someone had found his secret.

"So?" He frowned as if he was furious at this accusation when he felt at peace.

Rola crossed her arms. "I know you have the strength."

"What strength?" He shot her a look.

"Try the wine."

Her straight-lipped worried him, but he did what he was told. Of course, she took a sip from the old jug first.

"Remember, none of this will work unless you want to be a hero," she got ready to go.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting out of here."

She could walk through walls now. He took a sip of the wine and followed her lead.