The Watchers

Stepping into the empty cavern, her sure steps echoed around her. Her reddish eyes scanned the dark space, her full lips curling into a frown. She walked to the slim pillar in the center of the cavern, placing her cool gaze on the silver platter that sat idle and empty atop it. With a slight nod of her head, a warm fire of red and gold roared to life on the platter. She blinked, expressionless, and looked around again.
In the shadows at the back of the cave lay a small but deep pool of water. She walked to it, her long red and orange gown flowing with her slow movements. Though the dancing flames at her back cast strange shadows around her, she looked down to see her reflection in the water. Her short cut red hair looked fit for a small boy, save the two long chunks of hair that framed her stern face.
"Miska." The one word hung in the dense air, and she stared at the pool at her feet, something in her eyes expectant. When nothing happened, she repeated the name and crouched to be closer to the water. The red eyes in her reflection blinked when she did not, and turned to blue. She stood and walked away from the water. "Stop fooling around." The reflection that was left behind faded with ripples as another woman rose from the water.
Seeming to float above the pool in her flowing blue gown before stepping to the solid cavern floor, she tried to hide a smile. She brushed her long pale blue hair behind her pointed ears and tilted her head, looking at the fire. "What's going on?"
The other woman looked up. "Ambar. Wista."
"Tanya, what is going on?" the other asked again. She stepped closer to the flames, her face showing she was younger than the woman she had just addressed.
"Where are they?" Tanya crossed her arms. She looked at the younger woman. "Why do you look at me like that, Miska?"
An icy blue eyebrow lifted. "Because you woke me and refuse to tell me why." She scowled. "So I will ask again, sister, what's going on?"
Tanya took a breath before answering. "It is time."
Miska blinked, then clasped her hands together, excited. "Really?"
"Yes," Tanya sighed. She looked up again. "Ambar! Wista! Now!" The ground shook and behind Miska, the ground opened and another woman rose up from the depths. Her straight brown hair hung a little past her shoulders and was tucked behind her pointed ears. Her green eyes were sad as she looked at the other two. Walking toward the fire, her gown of different shades of green gave her a soft, sad look.
"You called, sister?"
Tanya scowled. "Yes I did. Where is Wista?" There was a sudden gust of wind and all three of them had to shield their eyes as small pebbles and dust flew around.
"Easy Wis!" Miska called. The wind died and they all looked up to see another small woman in the room. Her snow white hair hung past her waist and her hazel eyes danced and she smiled and joined the small circle around the flames, standing between Tanya and Ambar, Miska barely seen over the flames. "Nice entrance."
She smiled. "Thanks." She looked around, her hands clutching the top layer of her silken white grown. "What is this all about?"
All three looked at Tanya. "It is about to begin. Look..." She waved a hand and the flames grew, but hollowed in the middle to show a picture of a carriage. It rattled and bumped over the old dirt road the horses pulled it over. Wista looked at Tanya.
"Is this who I think it is?" The eldest sister nodded, her gaze still on the scene being played out in the flames. Grinning, Wista looked back into the flames to watch.