Chapter 107: Chapter 107 Poor Pink
Aella teleported the next load of material, then teleported to the library. Felix was in the middle of a giant stack of books, calling out titles and authors to Bridgette.
"Bridgette!" called Aella, "I have a some-what serious question for you!"
"One minute, Aella," she called back moving a stack of books taller than her to one side.
Aella watched as she seemed to be counting in her head, then rushed over to her.
"What's up?" Bridgette asked, slightly out of breath and looking at her expectantly with wide eyes.
"Tell me about what happens when a power crystal is broken," Aella said, glancing around for the stuffed animal.
"Well, I wasn't expecting that topic at all… Whatever magic is contained within the crystal, when the crystal is broken, that Mana is released. Depending on the circumstances, you can either have anyone nearby die from mana poisoning, or an explosion the likes of which no one has ever seen. Why do you ask?"
"What's mana poisoning?" asked Aella. She was starting to figure out what had happened.
"Mana poisoning is really rare, actually," said Bridgette, "It's where so much magic is shoved into someone, they basically melt from the inside out."
"What if that person constantly healed?" asked Aella, trying to hide her shock and surprise.
"Well, if they could heal fast enough, I guess they would survive. I honestly don't know what would happen to the person. It's never happened, that I know about."
Aella scratched the back of her neck, wondering why she had bothered to come see Bridgette. If she couldn't get any answers from her, there probably wasn't anyone to get them from, other than maybe Bob…
"Alright. Thanks anyways," she said, preparing to teleport away, when there was a sudden crash behind them.
The stacks of books around Felix had gone flying as he start shaking violently.
"He's having a prophesy!" she cried, jumping over the fallen books and kneeling next to him.
Aella flew over him, to avoid stepping on any of the books and looked down just as his eyes popped open. She knew he wasn't but it seemed like he was staring right at her.
"The earth will shake, the lost daughter will return to the crown, the blood red moon will fall, the children will be born healthy."
His shaking stopped, and his eyes shut. Bridgette gently began moving the books away from him, clenching her jaw at the ones that were torn and damaged. Aella watched him fall into a deep sleep, wondering what that was supposed to mean. She could imagine the earth shaking to be the earth monster the church had contained, but she didn't think that was it. The lost daughter might be her, but she already had the crown? The time of the full moon was passed, and the children conceived from it would be born before the next one. Did that mean the children this time would not be born healthy, but the next ones would be? Her head was starting to hurt from thinking so hard.
"Aella, don't try to figure his words out too hard. They could be nothing but gibberish, and even if they do have meanings, there's nothing we can do about them," said Bridgette stacking the damaged books up and taking them over to the desk.
"If the earth shaking is the monster the church has, then there's plenty I can do," said Aella.
"Aella, what are you busy with right now?" asked Bridgette, leaning against the desk and crossing her arms.
"I've got workers over at the new spot I want built into the new city for our kingdom. Most of the material is already moved, that they had ready," said Aella.
"And you have time for anything else?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "When was the last time you slept?"
"Honestly, since the crystal broke, I haven't really been that tired," she said.
Bridgette paused with her arms held out before her, then jumped forward in excitement. "This is great! I can write my own book!"
She ran over the books scattered, somehow not stepping on any of them, jumping over Felix and grabbing an empty book and some quills, before running back, repeating her steps almost perfectly in reverse.
"Alright! Have you grown any? Gained any weight?" she asked, looking Aella up and down.
"Bridgette!" exclaimed Aella stepping back away from her.
"Oh, sorry. Personal question, my bad. Any uncontrollable powers or power increases? Oh," she paused, turning to Aella. "That's why you came here, isn't it?"
"Yep."
"What powers have you noticed?"
"Well, when the lightning from the harpies hit me, all of my magical items disappeared, and went into me," Aella said.
"What do you mean, went into you?"
"They're in me. I can still hear them talking in my head, and I can still use their abilities, so they're still there, but they're not here anymore," said Aella waving her hands to show she had no rings on.
"Did the harpy thing happen before the power crystal broke?"
"Yeah."
Bridgette was scribbling furiously in the book, pausing to scratch her head with the end of the quill every so often, before going back and writing more.
"Besides the not sleeping, what else has changed?"
"I can teleport up to 4 people now, as well as huge quantities of things. I can fly with ease and while I haven't tried it, I know I can control the air around me. When I went to heal the kids, I was able to suck the life out of that demoness bitch, and gave it to the kids. It even healed back their missing wings," she said.
"She had cut off their wings?!" cried Bridgette, distracted from her writing for a moment, shaking her head in disbelief.
"I'm not sure what else has changed," Aella said, patting herself as she tried to remember what other magical items she had.
"Tell me what items you had," said Bridgette with her quill ready.
"I had the royal crown, which disappears and reappears at will, there was the shadow blade, an air elemental ring, a ring of healing, bracers that gave me some magical armor, the cloak that teleports, and the earrings whispering wisdom from past generals. Oh! There was a pouch that could hold coins, too," she said, reaching for her waist, but of course it wasn't there.
"And you still hear them talking? Which ones talk to you?"
"The earrings, of course, but also the cloak and the rings. The shadow blade can if it wanted to, but I don't think it cares to," she said, forming the blade as a dagger for a moment, then letting it fade back into her.
"Amazing," whispered Bridgette, turning back and writing furiously.
"I don't know what abilities I had before the lightning and the crystal breaking, to know what has changed really," Aella said, "But I do know that I need to get back to work. If you think of anything, I'll try to swing by later tonight."
"Alright!"
Teleporting back to the front hall, she saw that more workers had arrived with more materials, and got back to work, moving things. She needed to meet with the Master Builders soon, to see what they needed, and she needed to check on the progress of the lodge houses they were making.
"Your Majesty!" exclaimed Rafferty, one of the Master Builders, sweat and dirt on his face, "We have a list of things we need brought over. My assistant is the only one we would like for you to take back, his name is Benard."
"How are the lodge houses coming along?" she asked, looking over at the framed structures.
"I think they'll be sufficient for us to sleep in tonight, but more wood and nails would be appreciated. Benard has a list of things that should be relatively easy to get together. There's a few things on the list I'm not sure he will be able to get without your word, and we could use a blacksmith to straighten some of the nails we bend, and to sharpen the tools when they get dull."
"Alright," she said, turning to look at the nervous pink demon beside him. He had thin arms that trembled as he held a stack of papers.
"Why are you so scared?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Word has it, you hate pink demons," he whispered fearfully.
Aella opened her mouth to answer, then shut it thoughtfully. "I guess I do have a penchant for killing every demon that's come up to me that was pink. Except the tutor, what was his name…Vazzug? He was pink, and I didn't kill him. Though I guess I did send him away. Pink is such a weak color. It really doesn't have anything against you, I just don't like the color," she said with a shrug.
He nodded, swallowing convulsively, then held out a hand for her to teleport him. With an evil grin, she thought about teleporting above the palace, and letting him fall a bit, then sighed and teleported to the front hall. He might have lost some of his papers and she didn't have time to go chasing after them. As he hurried away, she went back to moving materials over.
"Your Majesty?" called Edgar when she teleported back for the next load. "I have your lunch. I hope you don't mind ham?"
Seeing it, she couldn't help but laugh. It was a healthy pink next to the brown of the fresh bread.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
Sdrawkcab
Sdrawkcab I know most bread is white, or some variety of it, but the bread I see her eating is rye bread.
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