[Wolfpack Camp, Otium 16 - Afternoon]
âThe Pack laws are clear, Ryan. When the Alpha dies without appointing a Second, the clan votes.â
âThereâs no need to vote. Donovan is the obvious candidate.â
âHeâs a kid!â
âSo was Dani Rivers and she wasnât the Second when she took over as Alpha.â
âWith all due respect, Dani took over after all but a few full fledged Wolves had been eliminated. And the kidâs not Dani Rivers! Heâs barely out of training.â
âWe should call Crystal back.â
âSheâs not coming back, Lawrence!â
Donovan was literally standing in the middle of a divided clan. His expression was empty despite the repeated arguments towards his lack of competence. It had taken him a while, but he had found all that Sean had left behind in the Leaderâs Cabin. His brotherâs wishes were beyond clear, and if it killed him, Donovan would see them met.
Doni,
I trust no one else. Not only with this, but with anything. As much as it pains me to admit, Bana had a point in killing our Seconds all this time, because; look around you. Look at what the Wolfpack has become now. The shattered pieces of what we used to stand for. I know in many ways Iâve caused this, but if youâre reading this, then itâs out of my hands to fix it. Do you want to know what made Dani the leader she was? Crystal? Their willingness to open up and bleed.
I didnât appoint a Second in command because what the Wolfpack needs now is not someoneâs sense of duty. What the Pack needs is someone willing to bleed. Someone willing to pour their own life into a shattered group of frightened men and women and make it whole again.
What the Pack needs is a willing sacrifice
Donovan opened his eyes to the sight of the entire clan staring at him, awaiting the answer to a question he hadnât bothered to hear. The boy heaved a long sigh. âI donât want to be Alpha,â he stated.
The argument resumed following his statement, every voice in the clearing speaking at the same time in a mess of blurred words and discord. Doni let it go on for about a minute before putting both index fingers to his lips and letting out an ear piercing whistle. âIâm not done talking.â He muttered, once the act managed to silence the crowds. âI donât want to be Alpha, but I will.â
âWith what authority?â Lawrence spoke up, stepping out of the crowd to stand before Donovan, the man towering over the teenage boy with a menacing sneer curling his lips.
Donovan smiled calmly, stopping Ryan with a gesture as his friend seemed ready to make the Instructor swallow his words. Doni put his hand in his pocket and fished the ring Crys had given him. He held the object for the clan to see. âCrys gave me this after Sean died...â
âShe has no authority in the clan to appoint a new Alph-â Lawrence started, but was interrupted with yet another whistle from Donovan.
âLet me finish, will you?â Donovan snorted. He held out the ring in the palm of his hand. âI want you to look around you, Lawrence. I want you to look at this bunch of frightened, pathetic, broken, losers. At this pathetic excuse for a clan. These arenât warriors. These arenât Wolves; not anymore. Theyâre frightened children desperately searching for someone to blame. Like I said, I donât want to be Alpha. I donât want to stand here and say âthis is my faultâ, but Iâm willing. I will. Iâll take that burden knowing what it means. So let me ask you, brother, do you want to be Alpha? Do you want this ring? Because if you do; take it.â
Lawrence shook in his resolve immediately. The entire encampment fell into a stunned silence at Donovanâs words. The teenager standing alone amongst hundreds of trained killers, whom he had just called pathetic in about three different ways, watching as the older man slowly backed away from him as though Donovan had him at sword point.
âAnyone?â Donovan offered. His tone was calm, his outstretched hand perfectly steady as he held out the silver ring. âLast chance.â He stated, giving a few more moments. âNo?â Finally he closed his fist around the ring and lowered his hand. âCongratulations. Youâve all voted. Ryan is my Second from this moment forward. As for the rest of you; hold on to your ranks while you can. Starting tomorrow things are going to change.â
âWhat do you mean?â One of the younger actives questioned.
âI mean that Dani Rivers is buried. My brother is buried. And both left more than enough fuck ups to last a thousand lifetimes. Where power lies within this clan is only one of them.â
âYouâre changing the clanâs Hierarchy?â
âNot literally, but in a sense.â Donovan answered. The boy snickered at the apprehensive looks being shot his way. âItâs not a concern right now. Those of you not in charge of security tonight, take the day to rest. Breathe. While you can.â
The stunned silence resumed as the clan dispersed. Donovan turned around, heading towards the leaderâs cabin with Ryan one step behind. The clan didnât accept; even less trusted him, but for now he only needed them to listen, to follow. All else would come to them with time. Or so he hoped.
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[Ravenâs Nest, Otium 16 - Afternoon]
Jake was silent on the trip from Newhaven to the Nest. He wanted to get there as soon as possible and not dawdle on the way so he bound Rickâs wrists together and tied the man with a reasonable length of rope to Shadowâs saddle so that he was forced to keep up. For the most part Jake dragged the mad king behind him, uncaring whenever the man stumbled over his own feet. Why Rick was needed alive was beyond him; the King was barely functional, and even before that he was a worthless excuse of a man. Every now and again he shot a glance to Simon to make sure the man was following as well. As they drew near, Jake slowed Shadow enough that Rick could recover from his latest tumble and he could pay better attention to his unwanted company. âTell me one thing, Simon... Lamya; what is she to your little group? Iâve met her, I believe, twice... And the only thing that was entirely clear to me is that the woman is insane. Not like good King Rick here; no, but not one word out of her mouth is to be trusted. Iâd soon keep the company of a feral cat than someone like her.â Jake kept his eyes on the path as though not actually caring for an answer. âHow does someone like that get to be elite in the Blackpond military? That is how you all started, isnât it? It baffles me. Never took Hastings for a fool. An asshole and a drunk; sure, but not a fool.â
Simon could appreciate the silence that came with accompanying Jake Turner. From what he'd learned as a part of the Conflict, the Turners had a tendency towards stoicism. This was likely a result of the matriarch of the family. Helena Turner was a woman who only ever used her words when she felt there was something to gain from them. At least, that was the impression that Simon had got with the many scouting missions that Hastings had them take to the Healers. Her daughter might not have been the most silent of the bunch, but she was also a rebel in many ways through her childhood and even on into her adulthood. Jake, however, seemed to hold truer to Helena's image. That being said, Simon knew next to nothing about Jake besides what he'd gathered through adventuring his mind on the rare occasion that he could actually tap into Jake's mind.
The silence was suddenly broken when Jake chose to rant about Lamya. It was odd; well, not entirely. It was only odd that he would even choose to go on about this. It completely shattered the stoic attitude that Jake seemed so hard pressed to keep up. He may have seemed to be throwing away the question, but the verbal vomit gave away his morbid curiosity.
Simon thought about letting the question pass, letting it eat away at his psyche. It would have been fun, but he had no reason to keep the Conflict's secrets anymore. Simon's secrets were his own. They were the only ones that mattered.
âI'm sorry to disappoint you. I know some things about Lamya that you don't, but it only leads me to fear her even more. She acts like itâs all a game, but she speaks like her actions have no rhyme or reason. Even fighting to her looks like a game. She fights on a level beyond anyone else that I've ever met and it looks like a predator playing with its food when she really fights. I've never seen her lose a fight and I've never seen her take any of those fights seriously. Hastings feared her, Rory feared her, and clearly you fear her. If you don't, take it from someone who spent his life putting his trust in her: you should fear her.â He looked to see if Jake was even paying attention.
âYou spent your life depositing your trust in someone you fear? That is, literally, the saddest thing Iâve ever heard in my life. I think now I might pity you.â Jake stated simply, his eyes fixed on the path still. âI donât fear Lamya, Simon. Iâll admit that she invokes several different feelings in me, but I assure you fear is definitely not one. Even if she is all those things you say, and possibly more, she bleeds like everyone else.â
Jake pressed Shadow on, making the horse tug on Rickâs bindings; causing the man to stumble just because, returning to his silence for the most part. As much as Jake wanted to see Lamya bleed, as much as he believed the world safer without her, he genuinely didnât believe her to be worth him going out of his way when he was needed by his crew and his family. If the opportunity presented itself however, he would sure as hell take it. âIt is a sad thought... That a city like Blackpond would crumble like it did all in fear of one crazy woman.â Despite calling the situation âsadâ, Jake couldnât help the bit of laughter that escaped him at the sound of his own words. It sounded like a terrible joke told by a drunken bard. âOh how the mighty have fallen,â he snorted.
The horse moved on and so did the world. Simon ignored Rick as he stumbled to keep up. Jake's attitude towards the king was understandable. Rick was nothing more a vestigial tumour in Jake's life. For that matter, Simon was not much better. They were merely two men with intersecting paths on the journey that lead them towards whatever end they were fated to meet. The dagger was what held the two together and as long as Simon needed the dagger, he would find himself in close proximity to Jake. Or at least hunted by him.
Rick made another grunt. This time, Simon looked back to make sure he was alright. He didn't care much for Rick. At least, not beyond the utility of the man. It was his hope that Simon's encounter with the other telepath within Rick's mind would be an opportunity to gain a complete sense of obedience within Rick. Making Rick Simon's servant would have made his life a lot easier. The other telepath was more of a problem than Simon had anticipated, though. Simon had to scramble Rick's mind in order to even have a chance at salvaging any sort of complacency in Rick.
He hoped that Rick would make it just a little while longer, but Simon feared that Rick wouldn't make it much longer until the sickness overtook him.
Simon had held out on Jake for long enough now. âI've looked into the mind of everyone I've ever had a conversation with. I'm looking at your mind right now. I can't control it. It isn't even something I really want to do most times. However, this allows me to have a unique insight into people that I'm sure not many get the pleasure of having. Most minds are like an open book. Unless you're insane, that is. The insane are like a maze. If I didn't know the path through Rick's mind, I don't know what I'd do. Lamya's mind is different than even that. Itâs like she has no thoughts. No memories. Nothing. She may bleed like everyone else, but her mind is like no one else's and if that doesn't invoke any sort of fear in you, than I pity you.â
Jake snickered under his breath. âThe mind shuts down when you die, Simon. Everything shuts down when you die. And as you and I both know... Weâre all gonna die. Sooner or later. One way or another. Am I more pitiful than you for not living my life in fear of someone elseâs mind? For surrendering my time to people I consider worthy of emotions far more valuable to me than fear? Youâre surely entitled to your opinion.â He shrugged.
The rest of the trip was silent, but the Nest was not too far along the path and as soon as they crossed the borders of the Ravenâs territory the three men were greeted by a pair of large wolves; a lean, rust colored male and a white fluffy female. Kaya dashed forward and immediately started to circle Jake and Shadow, sniffing at the horseâs legs and thoroughly annoying the animal. Ward, the rust colored pup, remained seated a bit ahead down the path. Jake stopped Shadow before the horse decided to kick his fluffy nuisance and jumped down from the horse, letting Kaya thoroughly inspect him and lick his face and hands. âWhereâs your plush, Kaya? Did you leave it with Crys? Hm?â He asked the wolf, scratching her between her ears. âThatâs a good girl, yes you are... Such a pretty girl...â
Once the white wolf seemed pleased enough with the affection given she turned her attention to Jakeâs company. Her ears perked and her tail raising slightly, swishing from side to side as she approached them, sniffing. Jake allowed the wolf to explore freely as he untied Rickâs rope from Shadow and threw it at Simon as though handing him a dogâs leash. âKaya, come here.â He called. Kaya immediately retreated to stand at Jakeâs right, ears upright, her mismatched eyes staring up at him in wait of a command. Jake got on one knee and whispered to the wolf, his right hand pointing in Simon and Rickâs direction. Kaya darted towards the men, circling them both with a much more watchful demeanor; all her playfulness and curiosity now gone. âFor as long as youâre under my responsibility, Kaya is going to be stuck to your asses wherever you go in this camp. Sheâs the calmest animal youâll ever meet, but should you try and step one toe outside the limits of this camp sheâll immediately set off an alarm and hunt you down like rabbits. Another thing; there are children in this camp. You are to stay out of their path and most importantly keep Your Highness over there the hell away from them. Otherwise, you are free to roam. Consider yourselves our guests.â
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[White Shadows Encampment, Otium 16 - early evening]
âAnnie...â
âHm.â Annie mumbled, acknowledging Emilyâs voice but not looking at the girl as she walked from the archive to the childrenâs ward.
âAlistair said that the man who died, the Alpha, that he was your brother.â
âHalf brother.â Annie corrected, glancing at the girl. âWe shared a father, if one could even say that; I havenât actually met the man. Why?â
âSo that girl who died, his sister...â
âYes.â
âIâm sorry. That must be difficult.â
âIt is. And if you tell anyone I admitted to that Iâll deny it.â Annie smiled at the girl and gave a half shrug. âI have a reputation too, you know.â
âI remember my brothers now.â
Annie stopped walking before reaching the childrenâs tent, the sound of excited chatter and Soraâs barks reaching them. âEnough to look for them?â
âThereâs nothing to look for. One of them... Well... He hurt me. The other died.â
âAnd thatâs all you remember?â
âI still donât know where Iâve been or how I got here. Do you think itâll come back? I... I donât think I want it to. If I try to think about it, I feel sick.â
Annie sighed. âI canât answer that with any amount of certainty, Emily. All I can do is try to help you; whatever happens. Though my mother would say that you shouldnât be afraid, that if or when the memory comes back itâs because you decided itâs time to deal with it.â
âThatâs... What Iâm afraid of.â Emily mumbled.
Annie gave the girlâs shoulder a firm squeeze. âWeâre all afraid of something.â
âI guess.â Emily half smiled. âI think... Iâm going to skip on story time this once, if you donât mind. Iâm not feeling very well.â
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Jet black splinters of formerly unbreakable stone crashed down upon the earth with such force that the very foundations of Valcrest trembled upon impact. The deafening sound of the explosion created by the shattering of Warâs dark armor combined with the Godâs angered roars to create a sound that shook the very soul of every human present in the battle field. The shards flew in every direction, engulfed in crimson fire, scattering throughout the land and embedding themselves into its very core. The warriors of Blackpond fell to their knees and the Knights of Newhaven stayed their blades, such was their shock at the sight. The battle fell into absolute silence as the fallen God, now stripped of his armor, lay fallen on the bloodied ground.
War had never walked the mortal realm without his armor and those who dared glance at his defenseless form described it as the image of a large man with skin pale as ash and hair as black as the surface of his helm, glowing red eyes widened in what could be fear or rage; or both as he continued to scream into the winds. If there were words spoken amongst the wounded Godâs roars, they were not in any language known to men.
Whether there were words amongst Warâs anguished screams; calling to her, or it was the screaming itself that drew her, is unknown. What those present knew for certain, what they witnessed, was the silent figure of a young girl draped in white silk, golden light emanating from her eyes underneath locks of dark hair. Peace was now walking amongst the stunned warriors; dirt and gore staining the skin of her bare feet as well as the hem of her gown as she crossed the battlefield towards her fallen Brother; her steps calm and persistent.
The young Goddessâ presence caused every soldier in her path to drop their weapons, the battle now forgotten, as they stood in awe of her. This was the closest Peace had ever ventured to the walls of Blackpond, the two siblings never before seen in each otherâs company since their arrival in Valcrest. It had been the peopleâs assumption that there was resentment between them, as there would sometimes be amongst human siblings, but the truth was that they knew nothing of Gods and their ways.
Peace appeared small, fragile, kneeling beside her Twin, but she seemed to have no trouble pulling the fallen God partially onto her lap, cradling his massive form in her arms in a gentle embrace. Peace spoke to her brother, her words sounding to the humans present as unintelligible whispers, her tone gentle and soothing. Gradually the fallen Godâs screams faded as though his Sisterâs words could somehow ease his pain.
A long time passed and soon there was no longer sound in the ravaged battlefield; no screams, no whispers, not even the breaths of those surrounding the two Twins were heard. Finally War closed his eyes and breathed for one last time, his form disintegrating into specks of golden ash, slipping through his Sisterâs hands and fading in the winds. Peace remained kneeled upon the filthy ground for a few moments still, her gaze rose to the skies and the trace of a smile could be seen briefly crossing her delicate features. At last she stood, and as calmly as she had arrived, she now took her leave from the battlefield; the blood and grime coating the previously white silk gown the only remains of the fallen God of War.
Annie looked around as she finished telling the story. There was absolute silence within the white canvas of the tent. Not the children, nor the apprentices had made a sound while the young healer read and silent they had remained once she had finally closed the book to end the story session. One of the younger patients had asked an apprentice earlier that day about death and whether or not there was an afterlife... The girl had been at a loss for words, which in these sorts of situation is quite understandable, and Annie decided that the story might be a good idea. It didnât necessarily speak of Death or the Beyond, however it spoke greatly of the act of dying; of letting go, and Annie believed it to be the most frightening part of the process. The most difficult even for adult minds to bear. She didnât ask the children what, if anything, they had learned from the story; she expected they would draw their conclusions and ask what they needed to ask.
âIs this why you give people who are dying a âblessingâ?â One of the smaller boys asked finally, breaking the silence. âIs that the same thing Peace was doing?â
Annie nodded, watching with the corner of her eye as Irvin stood up and left the tent in a hurry. âSome people think that if a healer prays; calls, to Her on their behalf then Peace will whisper to them and ease their fears. Others just want to hear comforting words, or simply not be alone when they die.â
âIs it true,â Kieran cut in, âthat you can only really feel at peace when you die?â
âSome people believe that. I donât.â Annie shrugged. âI think people expect things like Peace and happiness to be constant; absolute, and so they donât truly acknowledge the fact that these things exist already in their lives within moments. Death is only that, Kieran; one final moment. It can mean whatever you want it to mean. It doesnât have to be painful, it doesnât have to be frightening. It doesnât even have to be the end.â
âArenât you afraid to die, Miss Annie?â
Annie sighed at the young boyâs question. âWeâre all a little bit of afraid, Joshua, and no one really wants to die, but whenever Lady Death comes for me, I trust that Iâll be ready.â
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âIrvin, we canât be here right now. We need to get to the White Shadows. You need to move.â
Jake grabbed Irvin by the arm and shoved him into the trees. âKid! Move! Now!â
Irvin walked the path for a few miles, but stopped again. âYou promised to help me get him! You said...â
âI said I would help you.â Jake corrected him. âThatâs what Iâve been doing. Itâs what Iâm still doing.â
âThatâs not the kind of help I needed, Killer! What I wanted; what I needed, was to make him pay.â
âAnd he will, Irvin. Thereâs no reason why your life needs to end with his.â
âThatâs not your decision; or your business, Jake!â
âYes, it is my business, Kid. It is my business because I started this. You want someone to hate, you want someone to punish with your own two hands, then Iâm here. I put the knife in his hand, I watched him breaking and I did nothing. I wanted someone to pay and I didnât care who else got hurt. I did. Me. You think you know what you saw, but you donât, Irvin... Forget who he is now, or whatever else heâs done, that day; on that one day, Sean was just another casualty; same as you. Iâm the bad guy in this story. And youâre in denial, because you think it takes the kind of person Sean is now to go that far, but it doesnât. Thatâll be you in ten years if you donât stop and reevaluate.â
Irvin shook his head, not wanting to listen. Jake was going to say something else, but stopped when he heard movement, lowering his tone. âWe can finish this later, right now we need to get going.â
When Jake tried to pull Irvin along with him, the boy pulled his arm from his grasp and punched him in jaw. Jake didnât even seem to feel the punch and responded by striking Irvin in return and then dragging him along the path by the collar. âSorry, Kid... We donât have time for this.â
Irvin had left the tent as soon as Annie finished with her story, not wanting to hear any more of it. He hadnât told Darren anything of what happened between him and Jake and only really agreed to come along to the story so he didnât have to talk.The bruise on the left side of his face was stinging still; not to mention his knuckles. The pain was a reminder of a lot of things he wished had never happened. He couldnât ignore it as well as he had ignored everything else for the past six years of his life. This was a bad idea. All of it. Maybe he would have been better in prison doing that psychotic redheadâs bidding after all; at least heâd be having fun. Irv sighed, walking aimlessly and not paying attention to his surroundings, purposely ignoring one of the healers as the man asked if he was alright, only stopping when he felt himself collide with someone at full force. âSorry,â he muttered, not sounding sorry in one bit, but stopping and turning to help the girl he knocked over; or so he intended, but when he caught sight of her he immediately froze in place. âEms?â
The girl looked up at Irvin with wide eyes, crawling backwards away from him and shuffling to her feet. âCanât be...â She muttered, rubbing her temples. âCanât...â
âEmily...â Irvin called, taking a step forward, but stopping when Emily retreated. âCome on, itâs me... Iâm your brother...â
âNo... Nononono...â She whimpered, turning her back to Irvin and wandering off as though trying to ignore a very persistent hallucination.
âEms...â Irvin called, starting off after his sister. âEms, stop, talk to me... What happened? Hey...â He ran a few steps to catch up to her and grabbed her wrist. âStop, please.â
Emily pulled her arm out of Irvinâs grip. âDonât... Touch me! Leave me a alone!â
âEmily... What...â
âYouâre not my brother!â Emily shouted. âMy brotherâs dead!â
Irvin flinched, not knowing what to say or how to ease his little sisterâs distress. âI... Ems...â He mumbled, once again trying to reach out to his sister only to stop in his tracks when she retreated away from him like a frightened infant, tears pooling in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.He didnât know if she was in denial, or if truly didnât recognize him, and he didnât know what to do or say to help the situation. âIâm not dead.â He spoke softly. âAllan lied to you, Emmy. They just took me to prison. I was fine.â
Emily shook her head, once again rubbing her temples as though it hurt her to think. âNo, no, no... I remember... I donât... I canât...â She groaned closing her eyes tight. âI donât know.â
Some of the children had run out of the tent at the commotion, someone had called out for Annie, and the rest of the healers were standing around almost as stunned as Irvin, not sure whether to treat the situation as though he was harassing the girl or as though it was a personal matter, only watching that it not escalate to anything possibly harmful.
âLook at me. Emily, look at me...â Irvin pleaded, âIâm right here.â
âWhy? Why are you hurting me? Leave me alone...â She mumbled, eyes still shut tight, hands clutching the sides of her head.
Irvin opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He was staring at the distraught girl in complete and utter shock. He was only startled out of his stupor when someone walked right past him in a blur. Annie had walked a straight line to Emily, wrapping one arm around the girlâs shoulders and starting to lead her away. âDonât go anywhere. Iâll deal with you in a minute.â She spoke over her shoulder at Irvin.
Irv stood there until both girls were out of sight, finally hiding his face in his hands and letting out a muffled cry. The boy sighed, running his hands over his eyes and through his hair. âSheâs alive... Sheâs safe...â He whispered to himself, trying to take comfort in the fact even though the look in his little sisterâs eyes was causing him a searing pain in the pit of his stomach.
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[Blackpond Inn, Otium 17th - Morning]
âWhere are you going, Boss?â Nick called cheerfully, watching Crys head for the door of the Inn.
âNicholas...â Crys muttered, stopping and turning to face the man. âIâve told you not to call me that. I donât like it, alright?â She warned calmly. âIâm going to pay someone a visit. I donât plan on being away too long. If someone comes looking for me you tell them to come back tomorrow, unless itâs a friend; if itâs a friend you can let them wait if they like.â
âOkay... How am I supposed to know if theyâre a friend?â Nick questioned seeming a bit confused.
âBe a good judge of character, Nicky; thatâs what I pay you for.â Crys smirked, not waiting for the man to respond before leaving the Inn.
âI want a raise!â Nick shouted after her, snorting as the door closed. âYou donât even pay me anything, crazy woman...â He mumbled under his breath.
The Inn was rarely quiet during the day even when Crys was out, but on this particular day the recruits were training out of city with a couple of the other assassins and the place was completely empty aside from himself. So after a couple of hours of absolutely nothing to do, Nick started stacking empty bottles on the counter in the shape of a pyramid.
Essence had managed to âconvinceâ her wolf companions to remain outside the city, which was not an easy feat by any means. She didnât think cake would be a good bribe or if they would even understand, but nevertheless she promised it to them. Tala and Beo had managed to follow her every step of the way from the Nest to the desert and now to Blackpond. Ess had wanted them to remain in camp, but the wolves seemed uneasy and so she lost that small battle. She couldnât refuse the company though on the long ride towards the city, her heart weighing heavy from her visit with Dastan. Ess may not have known the man or his people long or very well, but she couldnât stop thinking about the party at the Nest just before the eclipse. She wanted to make sure to pay her respects and to make sure Dastan knew he had another friend in her, even if he felt he didnât deserve it.
Instead of going right back to camp the following day, she felt she needed some more time away; preferably around a female. The Captain was almost never around lately, Deidra was still off doing Twins knew what, and Ess started to feel a bit whelmed with the majority of male friends she had. Not that she didnât appreciate them, but she really needed a womanâs perspective on things and who better to understand her without even having to speak a word, than Crystal. So since she had never been to the tavern before and perhaps a small part of her hoped to run into Luckas there, she made it her sole mission to waste as much of her day as she could and procrastinating before she had to go back to camp.
Ess kept looking over her shoulder as she walked the streets of Blackpond, unconvinced that the wolves were behaving and staying to the woods. Still they were nowhere in sight when she reached the tavern and stepped inside. As per her habits, she was focusing her enlightenment to mirror a freckled skin teenager with chin length, brown hair, a small button nose and thin lips. She was dressed in black leggings, boots, sleeveless red shirt, and fully equipped to the teeth. Aliâs bow was strung over her back, the quiver of arrows at her right hip, while her left hip carried her relic blade. She simply smiled at the curious bottle tower that was being built, making her way towards the counter where she proceeded to unload several daggers across the bar top and carefully lean her bow along the counterâs edge beside her.
âAnything vintage on the shelf? Or maybe something sweet, handsome? Or am I interrupting your masterful puzzle you have going over there?â
Nicholas had climbed up in one of the bar stools and was placing the last bottle on the top of his tower when the door opened, breaking his concentration. The bottle slipped from the manâs hand and he managed to somehow catch it with his left foot and keep himself balanced on the stool. âTa-da!â he exclaimed playfully, kicking the bottle up in the air and catching it in his hand as he jumped off from the stool. His gaze quickly observing the weapons laid over the counter and the girl who just entered. âWeâre closed, love... You look to me a bit too young to be drinking anyways... If youâd like I could arrange for a glass of warm milk, however.â He offered with an amused smirk, placing the bottle gently on the counter and casually pulling a strand of dark red hair away from his green eyes. âAnything else I may be of help with, love?â
âClosed?â Ess purred, dropping a small pouch of coin next to a couple of her daggers. âClosed to paying customers? Since when?â She turned so that she was leaning one arm along the counter, crossing her legs in a dainty fashion so that her boot heel tapped the wooden wall of the counter. âSuch an interesting world we live in, where a person may be old enough to fight in a war; old enough to take a life, but not old enough for alcohol.â Ess let her violet gaze casually drink in the man before her, her smile extending from ear to ear. She eased up on some of her focus, letting her dimples show through her facade as her eyes sparkled devilishly at her current companion. âWould it help if I looked a few years older?â Ess shook her hair playfully so that tiny red curls materialized and grew from her brown locs. When she was still once more, her skin was darker, aged as if from too much sun exposure and yet she still chose to keep the same adorable freckles one could almost connect into an image similar to the constellation of the stars. âNow...about that drink..â
Nick snorted a bit of a laugh. âWell, I donât make the rules, sweetie, I just follow âem... Sort of.â He grinned, not seeming too fazed by Essâ face changing right before his eyes. âIâm going to be very honest with you now, Miss Essence... For future reference if youâd like to not cause anyone trouble...â The man started while pouring Ess a drink, his eyes flashing slightly as the glass floated away from his hand in the womanâs direction. âIf you hadnât been carrying Aliâs handy work with you I would have pushed you out the door by now for not stating your business.â He nodded towards the bow. âAnd Twins forbid it ever became known to Jake Turner that I denied his sister a drink... I have a pretty face, Iâd like to keep it that wayâ The man faked a frightful expression and chuckled. âI take it youâve come for our fearless leader? Iâm not sure when sheâll be back, but my instructions are that friends are welcome to wait.â Nicholas poured himself a drink and nodded politely. âDonât think weâve actually met though, have we? Iâm Nick, the Innkeeper, at your service.â Nick emptied his glass and took a rather exaggerated bow.
Essâ eyes brightened at the floating glass as it approached, happily gripping the drink and tossing it back. She took a moment to relish how the liquid seemed to satisfy and swell her thirst at the same time, before pushing the glass back over towards Nick for a refill. âI donât state my business to those I donât know, to be fair. For all I knew, you could have been a spy.â She snickered, letting a bit more of the mirage fade, giving way to more details of her true face. It was as if piece by piece, an extravagant puzzle was slowly coming together. âAnd I did tell you my business. Honestly, I just need a friendly face and since your leader is away, I suppose you will do until she returns. You do have pretty eyes.â Ess sighed, letting her fingers trail over her collarbone to find the leather tie to her necklace, her nails tracing the outline of the oak design. âNick, is it? Can you make anything float?â
âOh, but I am a spy. Whether or not I would spy on you, now thatâs a different matter.â He smirked, refilling both glasses and returning Ess hers by the same methods as before. âI hear youâve got your fill of stalkers by now however, so Iâll try to contain myself for you benefit. Iâm a gentleman that way.â
When Ess questioned whether he could make anything float, Nick once again emptied his glass and then climbed onto the countertop, standing on the edge, arms spread as though he was standing at the edge of a cliff. The man closed his eyes and over-dramatically stepping forward, opening one and peeking around as though surprised at himself when he simply continued walking as though standing on an invisible bridge. With a calm shrug the man sat down, still floating in thin air. âAnything.â He answered simply.
Essâ smile dwindled, thinking on how much Nick, who was rightly a stranger to her, knew about her. She stared at her floating glass a moment longer than intended before taking it in her hand, this time sipping her drink. â..I am still getting use to this..friends and family thing...but I donât think I like the idea of people I donât know, so familiar with particulars of my life.â Ess shrugged. âAt this point, whatâs one more stalker, really? My number one, black eyed friend though is quite the jealous type, so to not make trouble for you, I suggest not taking up that hobby.â
Essence looked up from her glass, absently swirling the liquid around in its tiny prison, her smile returning when Nick stood on the counter and proceeded to float in midair. Placing her glass down on the counter, she giggled, showing her appreciation by clapping at the display. âIâm a bit jealous, I think. You must be quite popular with the ladies, no? To literally sweep some sweet girl off her feet; to float away in someoneâs arms, safe from the worldâŠâ She rested her elbow on the counter, her fingers twirling and tugging at her loose curls as they further unraveled across her shoulders, letting her mirage disappear completely. âI bet youâre quite âlight on your feetâ when dancing, no?â Ess snorted at her subtle joke, her attention falling back on her drink.
Nicholas chuckled, slowly descending onto the ground and staring up at Essence with a sweet smile. âOh, donât worry now, Iâm very discreet. It is a part of my job to know things about people however. Iâm sure you realize Crys wouldnât waste a talented guy such as myself on simple bartending duties. Sheâs a smart lady like that.â The man winked playfully. âOh Iâm aware of your favorite stalker, Miss. Are you very possessive of him, though? I wonât lie heâs quite adorable, especially when he gets that confused puppy look in his eyes.â Nick snorted in slight amusement at his own words. Nicholas stood up and poured himself another drink. âI am quite an exquisite dancer, thatâs true. Perhaps Iâll attend your next birthday party and youâll see for yourself, hm?â
âI trust..Crystal, so I guess that will have to satisfy my concerns.â She stated simply with a shrug, finishing off her drink and holding out her glass towards Nick for a refill. âHow much are you aware of my stalker?â Ess cleared her throat, uncrossing and recrossing her legs to adjust her comfort. Her eyes flashed suddenly when Nick commented on how adorable Luckas was, her gaze trailing calmly around the Inn as if she were more interested in the decorating than the conversation. âI suppose I am just as possessive of him as he is of me, to be fair.â She squinted her eyes as if glaring at something in particular before returning her sweet smile towards Nick. âThe puppy look gets frustrating after a while; trust me. You wonât have to wait another year for a birthday party, if there is one that is. See, my birthday is actually in the Winter time, at some point. Jakey and I just have a tradition of sorts, I guess, to celebrate our birthdays at the same time. Next party then, youâll save me a dance?â
Nick chuckled, shaking his head as though slightly disappointed at Essâ statement that she was just as possessive of Luckas. âAll the good ones are taken, I swear...â He playfully complained. âHow aware? Well, he visits. So weâve met. Aside from that, Jake asked me to keep him under watch around Crys, as a favor, and told me he was a rather clingy friend of yours. I just... Sensed his tone... Mostly. He didnât give me any particulars.â The man shrugged dismissively. âHeâs not caused any form of trouble and is eventually fun to converse with. Crys seems to find his visits amusing. So I see no issue with letting him hang around here.â Smiling and bowing slightly Nick adopted a rather solemn tone as he promised. âI will save you my first dance of the evening, Milady. I give you my word as a gentleman.â
âAw, now Iâm sure I could introduce you to some charming and handsome bachelors. Not ALL the good ones are taken, but sometimes it does seem like that.â Ess snickered, winking at Nick. âProbably why Iâm attracted to the bad ones.â She seemed to relax when Nick briefly mentioned what he exactly knew about Luckas, nodding along slowly with his words. âLovely!â Ess giggled, standing to reach for the bottle and pour herself a drink. âMy son is an excellent dancer, but a girl can use a change of scenery. I donât think dancing is much of Luckasâ cup of tea; or perhaps it was the crowd thing. You know, I didnât even get to dance with my own brother.â Ess shook her head in an over exaggerated expression of disbelief. Pausing in refilling her glass she stared at Nick a moment, an amusing memory coming back to her as she backtracked on the conversation a bit. âYou know, I always wanted to fly or âfloatâ and Jakey knows that, and well funny thing, one day while we were sparring he went all invisible on me. Iâm getting better at finding him, but still need to work on it. Anyways, I heard him trip over something, who knows what, and leap at him, apparently clinging to his back so to the onlooker it looked like I was floating.â Ess laughed, sipping her drink. âYou know, it also looked like I was being bucked off an invisible horse too. Anyways, I will hold you to your promise Nick. And please, you can call me Ess.â
âTsk, tsk, those boys... You say neither asked you for a dance? Well, Iâm going to give them a talking to when I see them again.â Nick nodded at his own words. âI got your back, sister.â Nicholas winked playfully as he poured himself another drink. âHeh, Jakey... Jakey... Did he ever tell you âbout the time, a couple of years into his training, Sean dared him to make the wall he was leaning against turn invisible? The wall was to a girlâs bedroom... She was changing her clothes... So she screamed and called Jake a pervert for the entire camp to hear. Took months for people to forget it. He was furious with Sean.â The man snorted a laugh. âDani sat him down to talk about girls and boundaries, he said it was the most embarrassing moment in his life.â
Going silent for a moment Nick examined Ess with his eyes as if very literally weighing her. âYouâd like to float, Ess? That can be arranged.â He offered.
âAw, now donât be too hard on Luckas. I think he was in poor spirits that day and didnât seem to know about the party. I bet Jake âForgotâ to tell him about it. He really does dislike Luckas.â She snorted, some of her drink coming back out her nose as she laughed at Nickâs story of Jake. âNoooo...What? He never told me that, but I can see why. I didnât know Jakey could do that..hmm.â Ess coughed through a breath and refilled her glass once again, drinking half of its contents down. âI would have been furious too if I was Jake. Poor Jakey. He grew up with girls as a strong influence so Iâm sure that whole thing bothered him. So, I take it youâve known Jake for a little while then?â Ess smiled nodding towards Nickâs offer to make her float, her cheeks flushing slightly from embarrassment. âWell, how bout we save that for the dance, hmm? You and I Nick, I bet we could make some jaws drop.â
Giggling into her glass, her voice echoed , the sound of her laugh coming off darker than it was meant to. âBut Jakey..heâs always wanted to do the right thing, you know? First day I met him, he must have been about seven years old and me? Gosh, I must have been thirteen or fourteen and he witnessed something terrible happen to me. Even then, he tried to save me even before he knew me.â Essâ smile faded, her tone a bit nostalgic as she withheld her amusement with the change of subject. âHe could have been killed, but that was a day I remember that changed a lot for me.â
Nick shook his head laughing. âPoor Jakey. Think he was probably already interested in Crys back then, mustâve not been a comfortable situation, getting âthe talkâ from her mom.â The man sighed softly, still chuckling, but at the same time seeming slightly saddened by the memory. âIâve known Jake a while yes... We were the outlanders in camp at that time, me and my brother Justin arrived about a year and a half after Jake into the Pack, and Ali a little while after that. All other recruits had been born into the clan at that time. We didnât exactly hang around the same people back then though; oddly I only got to know the two of them better after the exile. Well, actually, Ali and Justin were friends, but Justin and I were not getting along at the time and then he... Died...â The man paused scratching the back of his head and laughing awkwardly. âIâm sorry, that took a bit of a depressing turn, didnât it?â
âI know what it is to lose family.â Ess nodded, giving Nick a playful shove against his shoulder. âHey, no apologies necessary. It was probably my fault anyways from bringing up death and stuff. Besides, us redheads are a bit erratic when it comes to emotions sometimes and we need to stick together.â She smiled softly, turning the conversation some in a different direction. âNick, how have you been feeling? I mean, you know...the sickness and all. Do you get nightmares or sleepwalk? I keep getting told to go visit the healers, but honestly, what are they going to do? No one seems to know what is going on, so just seems like a waste of their time. Probably why I havenât gone.â Ess turned her glass upside down, hanging it over her head as she turned her face upwards, mouth open to let the last droplets of the liquor fall onto her tongue.
Nick smiled appreciatively at Ess for her support, letting the subject rest there. The man leaned against the counter, wincing as the gesture caused the bottle tower to sway. It didnât fall, thankfully, so he seemed to immediately forget about it. âI havenât felt anything yet. Doesnât seem to matter though... One of the healer boys died a couple of months back without presenting any symptoms, he just... Had a fit and...â Nick stopped himself and chuckled. âDamn it, here comes the death and stuff again.â The man snorted slightly as if mentally scolding himself, but then shrugged. âI think theyâre asking people to go more to collect as much information on those afflicted as possible. Main reason why they canât figure it out is that it acts so differently from individual to individual... Theyâve been doing their best to alleviate symptoms as well... Maybe give some people a release from pain or a restful nightâs sleep here and there... Hasnât helped Jake much though for what I hear...â
âLady Death is not to be ignored so probably why she always has a knack for coming up in conversation, hmm?â Ess sighed, nodding along to Nickâs telling of the healerâs sudden death, Darren having been the one who had relayed that story to her. She went over the idea again in her mind that maybe it was sort of an obligation of hers to indeed visit the Healers, if even just to give them some feedback on what she was experiencing. No one could really make her sit there and be poked or prodded in an examination unless she trusted the person enough to endure it. Forcing a smile she leaned in close towards Nick as if to make sure no one else heard her, even though they were still indeed alone in the Inn. â..Maybe Iâll go, if not just to visit Annie at the very least, I mean she is kind of family. Maybe if there were some adorable Healers to stare at I wouldnât feel so awkward. Are there any sweets gentle enough of the eyes?â Her last words were more teasing, trying to mask the uneasiness the visit did stir inside her. Ess reached for her necklace at the mention of Jacob, all amusement fading, shifting her gaze back towards her empty glass. â..Itâs taking a toll on my brother and he just keeps piling more responsibility onto his plate and..I just hope...Iâm not the reason if or whenâŠâ She cleared her throat, a dry almost manic chuckle escaping her as it was apparently her turn to bring up death again. âStubborn bitch..â She whispered, shaking her head. âFor the most part, I tend to sleep better when a certain someone visits. I just donât wake up to EVERY noise or seem to have as many nightmares as compared to when I am alone. FunnyâŠâ
Nicholas nodded at Essâ comment about Jake as if disagreeing, but didnât say anything about it, and focused on her question about healers âOoh, youâd want Alistair. Heâs a piece of eye candy that man. A bit grouchy as of late, and itâs probably a bad idea to ask to see his scars, but he is a good looking man. Mhm.â Nick smiled reassuringly. âAnnie would probably want to see you herself though, you being family and all. Iâm sure youâll get along... Itâs nearly impossible to not like that kid.â
Nick pretty much stumbled into a bar stool, somehow managing to remain seated and not fall over, the bottles that were piled on top of the counter however tumbled over and crashed behind the counter causing the man to wince and then fall into a fit of giggles. âCrap. Crys wonât like that very much.â He chuckled. âWhere is she? Sheâs been out for hours... Said she was gonna pay someone a visit... Hope sheâs not getting into trouble somewhere.â The man shook his head, going behind the counter to pick up the broken glass. âItâs natural to sleep better when thereâs someone you trust around to check under your bed for monsters.â He stated casually.
âAlistair, hmm?â Ess waggled her eyebrows and chuckled. âIâll keep that in mind. Why on earth would someone ask to see anotherâs scars? That is a bit rude, no? If someone did that to me, Iâd probably show them, by displaying fresh ones on the one inquiring.â She smiled innocently, the color in her eyes strobing in bright shades of violet before falling dark once again. When Nick stumbled, Ess automatically reached outwards, as if she were going to steady the man, her eyes widening as the bottles came down with a crash. âAre you always this graceful? Should I be worried about letting you lead when we dance?â Ess stretched herself over the counter, lazily rolling over and off to the other side to grab a broom she caught out of the corner of her eye, quietly trying to help Nick clean up his mess. âYou can always say it was my fault for the bottles.â She played, giving Nick a wink, her smile only widening. âDid Crys have Kaya with her? If so, Tala and Beo may have found her. Just a thought because I left them outside the city. Iâm not very discreet with two wolves following me everywhere. Beo doesnât seem to get how to be inconspicuous yet, or maybe he just doesnât care. I forgot to ask him.â
Nicholas smiled in silent appreciation when Ess started to help clean up the mess of broken bottles, shaking his head at her offer to take the blame for it. âNo, I couldnât say that. It was my mistake after all. Iâm not allowed to play with bottles.â Nick smiled, and amused expression crossing his features. âCrys took Kaya to Blackwell yesterday... You should have seen the commotion in that manâs workshop, I thought he was going to explode. Today though she sent her off with the recruits to train. Sheâs really good at keeping them in line. Itâs almost the same as if Crys was there herself.â He arched an eyebrow. âWhy is it offensive to want to see a personâs scars? Iâd show you mine if you want.â He offered, giving Ess a playful wink. âI was clearly not being serious, there was no reason to overreact over a silly joke. People need to lighten up, is what I think.â
Nick moved to pick up a bucket and drop the glass shards into it. âI get it that I probably touched a nerve. In the end though, weâve all gone through some horrible shit in our pasts, I donât carry my anger around to throw it at people when they push my buttons; trust me, I could. I donât take kindly of others when they do it to me.â
At this point the door opened and Crys entered, stopping as soon as she crossed the doorway and frowning severely. âWere you making a bottle tower again, Nicholas?â
âIâm cleaning it up.â Nick sighed.
âItâs the third time youâve done this.â She scolded. âYouâre obviously terrible at it, and youâre breaking all my bottles.â
âTake âem off my pay.... Boss.â Nick smirked.
âDonât push your luck, mister.â Crys snorted, moving to sit in one of the bar stools and smiling. âEss, how fortunate to find you here. Have you been waiting long?â
Ess snorted, trying to imagine what kind of commotion Kaya caused when visiting Blackwell, a small ping of anxiety swelling inside her as she began to miss her own furry companions. She swept some shards of glass into a small pile and carefully picked them up to put them in the bucket. âHow can you not find it rude to ask something so personal of a question, as to an origin to their scars?â Ess glanced at Nick a bit surprised, but shrugged. âYou seem like a pretty nice guy Nick but perhaps I am just not a very nice woman. I donât try to mask that Iâm sensitive, but then again, I didnât kill Luckas when he asked me about this..â Ess smiled, pointing to the dark scar at her left cheek. âSo Iâm pretty sure I wouldnât unleash my demons on you either. Maybe itâs the manner in which someone asks then. Scars can be sexy, so maybe I take it close to heart just as I would with unwanted advances.â
Essence held her smile even after Crys entered, shaking her head at her scolding to Nick and his bottle tower. âHis tower was actually pretty darn adorable.â She giggled, dropping a few more shards into the bucket before hopping over the counter and seating herself next to Crys. Snaking one arm through Cryâs arm, she gave the woman a half hug before releasing her hold. âFortunate how? And no, I havenât been waiting too long, I donât think. Nick has been pleasant company, helping to pass the time. He is a redhead after all. I bet he could be part of the club, except you know, heâs a boy.â She winked over at Nick playfully, returning her attention to Crys. âI just came from paying Dastan a visit and I guess there are some new âwrinklesâ that have come to light, that I feel I need to discuss with someone who isnât my crazy stalker or crazy brother. But, where are my manners.. How have you been doing these past couple days?â
âI wasnât legitimately asking, but even if I was... Could always just not answer or say no. If someone wants to get offended fine, but thatâs not really my fault for trying to be playful. I guess Iâd just rather be judged by my intentions rather than my unfortunate choices.â Nicholas shrugged, picking the last of the bottle shards and dropping them onto the bucket. âWant a drink, Boss?â
âNo, Iâm good, Nick... And donât call me that; I wonât warn you a third time.â She scolded. âAnd perhaps you should make less unfortunate choices so people wouldnât judge you so harshly, just a thought.â
Nicholas laughed softly. âFair enough. I suppose I am responsible for my unfortunate choices after all.â He gave Ess an exaggerated bow. âLady Essence...â He snorted a laugh. âIâll leave you two to talk. Itâs about nap time anyway, Iâve got a long night ahead of me.â
âHave a good sleep Nick.â Crys smiled at the man as he awkwardly stumbled up the stairs. She turned to face Essence, chuckling as the man audibly tripped over his own feet and cursed quite loudly. âPoor boy, he shouldnât be drinking right now. Heâs been up for two days straight. Iâll probably have someone else take over the bar tonight.â Crys paused as if to make sure Nick hadnât hurt himself before speaking further. âI just came back from that Sam womanâs house. We had an interesting chat. I thought youâd be interested.â
Ess chuckled at Nick as he took his leave, smiling over at Crys. âI like him. He makes me smile. To be fair, I may have indirectly encouraged the drinking. I think we finished off an entire bottle.â Ess tried to mask a small hiccup, her fingers trailing over her daggers that were still placed in a somewhat orderly fashion along the bar counter. She slightly tensed, keeping her smile and light hearted tone when Crystal mentioned having a chat with Sam, the idea actually quite surprising to her. Internally she cringed at the name, her cheeks flushing a deep red as her eyes narrowed. âI take it you had a chat with Jacob? What did Sam have to say? I mean was it the kind of chat you had with Sheila?â Ess laughed, the tone dry and filled with a certain sense of hopeful irony.
Crys laughed in amusement. âNo, not quite like Sheila. We had tea and biscuits... and quite an unexpectedly civilized conversation. She avoided questions about her âassociatesâ and their businesses, but when I questioned her about child slavery she mentioned Asher as an associate of an associate. She advised me to ask Darren about his whereabouts. If they are, and I suspect they may be, keeping tabs on Asherâs associates you may want to let Darren know. She didnât say it but she doesnât sound pleased with the man at all. She said she would gladly hand him over to me and she meant it.â Crys ran her fingers through her hair and frowned slightly. âThere was one more thing that caught my attention. She told me a story that she claimed is the only she has of her mother, the... Story mentioned dragons traveling far from home to lay their eggs... Your fatherâs story mentioned a dragon egg, didnât it?â
Ess sat in silence for an uncomfortable amount of time, as she went over her conversation with Luckas the night of her birthday party. There were relevant bits of knowledge that she felt she needed to share with Crystal but she was honestly afraid of it coming off as betrayal of sorts, at the same time; not to mention how this would look if Jacob heard it. Finally she leaned in, lowering her voice to almost a whisper, even though they were clearly alone in the room. âI need to invoke a Sister-Sister confidentiality where Luckas is concerned, granted there is plenty Iâm not revealing but..â Ess let out a long sigh.
âJake told you about Sam and Iâs conversation, correct? That night, after I left you and Jakey, I had a long conversation with Luckas. Some things I was told in confidence and I canât break that trust...however, there are some things that should be discussed. I read Asherâs journal and there are specific mentions of his âassociateâ that has ties to his business and the fire at my village and my abduction; they are described in terms of a dragon. The symbol, Ali opened our eyes to, of the sword and eye, is in that journal.â Ess hesitated a moment, dwelling on what she should say and which she should keep private before continuing. âSam said to me, basically that she had Luckasâ memories erased and so I asked Luckas about it. He said, that Sam explained it as a precaution to protect him from her father, who is no longer alive. Something happened to Luckas, itâs not clear exactly, but he said Samâs father was working to sell him and his brother as weapons to NewHaven at one point when they were just children. I..donât get that because they were just children, right? How could they be weapons? Apparently that idea failed and he was going to have Luckas and his brother killed, which obviously was evaded. Which brings me to the rumors and things I read in Asherâs journal. I think Asher worked with Samâs father when he was alive. There are clues linking that idea, so it is possible. Asher clearly didnât like the person mentioned who took over when his associate âpassedâ...maybe if it is Sam, they were not seeing eye to eye on business.â She shrugged. âI donât believe for one second though she would just hand Asher over, at least alive.â
Ess ruffled up her loose curls that tickled her forehead and groaned. âWhen I was in the city before, when I killed Ian, I was in a place where Luckas was approached by a dark skinned man and I caught his name as Zeke, but Luckas was in a rush to get me out of there and soon after met up with me. He didnât want to answer questions except enlightened were not welcome in that establishment and that he was leading people to believe he was someone else. All of this really seems strange and may not look good, which is why I would appreciate your discretion on certain details with Jacob, until more facts arise.â Ess let out another long sigh, her breath shaky as if she was feeling nervous, tiny beads of sweat appearing at her brow. She bit through her anxiety, refocusing back on Asher once again, but in all truth to the matter, the idea of the man twisted her stomach even more.
âI really find it amusing that Sam wants to give up Asher when she just reminds me of him so much. It is in their mannerisms and how they both seem...territorial about certain things or people. Maybe thatâs part of the issue. Maybe, because what he is involved in is no longer a secret, she wants him disposed of. Maybe Sam is involved or maybe she isnât. Either way itâs bad for her to have it out in the air of her association with him. Matthew is the only other person Iâve told so far what I basically told you, except I left Luckas out of it. Matt says we are getting information daily now on this whole thing but wonât say more yet, just that we will be acting on it soon and to be ready.â
Essence stared at Crystal a moment, thinking back on her dad and the story of the dragon egg, a look of confusion in her tone. âWhat do you think the stories mean? Do you think they are related? Coincidence that Asher speaks of this associate of his as a dragon?â
Crys opened a reassuring smile, nodding in agreement to Essâ request for confidentiality. There was no reason why she wouldnât keep this between them. âI talked to Jacob about the talk you two had, well, some of it at least. When Aiden brought me the wolf armor designs I asked him about Samâs visit. I also talked to Mageria about it a while back.â She rested her arms over the counter and snickered somewhat bitterly. âThe womanâs dragon story, she said she believes it meant she would find her way home one day; to her mother. In that context the dragons would represent her family. It corroborates the idea that the Dragon in Asherâs journal is her father. Sam doesnât implicate herself in anything, but she doesnât hide her involvement either; that worries me a little because the woman is smart, undoubtedly. If sheâs not hiding this... It makes me wonder what she is in fact hiding.â
Crys rubbed her temples slowly as she paused, giving herself a moment to think. âAli first spotted that symbol, of the sword and the eye, branded onto the skin of the man who tried to kill her when the Wolves attacked the Crimson Shadows; an attack that Sean stated over and over that he didnât authorize. He was in Newhaven and his Second was away at the time. I believed him even if no one else did, because Sean would have never given an order like that and wandered off to do something else; he wasnât that trusting. The woman left in charge, who gave the order on Seanâs behalf, disappeared without a trace.... Now this... The eclipse, what happened to the Crimson... To Dastan. Itâs the second attack directed at the Crimson Shadows to happen in such strange circumstances. The first time it was Dastanâs arrival that ended the fight, this time he was incapacitated. According to Annie it would take someone extremely powerful to do all that killing using shadow manipulation, something beyond what Dastan would ever be capable of. And Sam kept talking to me about the greater scheme of things and how weâre all insignificant... If all of this is insignificant to her... What are we missing?â
Ess nodded along as Crys spoke, âWhat is the connection?â She groaned, palming one of her tiny daggers before twirling it between her fingers as she contemplated an answer to her own question.âThink about it. Two attacks on the Crimson and for what? Who is so adamant on wiping them out and why? What does someone gain from this? Territory doesnât seem like a likely choice there, but then reasons for war donât always make sense. Thereâs greed, power, or to diminish the opponentâs strength and allies.â Ess cocked her head slightly, glancing from her dagger to Crys and back. âDo we know if someone was responsible for Sean?â Ess sighed, tapping her nails along the blade of her throwing dagger. âDo you think any of it is connected; the attacks and the sickness? I feel like all of Valcrest is being picked apart, piece by piece. I just canât...Hm, if Sam is involved in any way and, like you said; she states we are all âinsignificantâ, then what would be the greater goal? To keep with this theme, if individually we are unimportant, then together..what would be significant?â Ess trailed off, mumbling ideas to herself, unsure of where voicing her thoughts would lead her, but she didnât feel anxious or stressed when she did so around Crys and it was a bit of a relief to not feel insane around someone when she rambled.
âThe Wolfpack doesnât want to look into Seanâs death too much. Theyâre afraid of what theyâll find, is what I think. A lot of people wanted Sean dead, but the circumstances... Whatâs on everyoneâs minds; the ones who saw the state he was in, is that he did it himself.â Crys gave a slight shrug of her shoulder, an unenthusiastic laugh escaping her lips. âIâd like to be able to say, with certainty, that it isnât the case, but Iâm not sure. Katelyn was very important to Sean and her death... We all knew that it would be the easiest way to destroy him. We just wouldnât go that far. Maybe I shouldnât have given him that much time alone with his thoughts... I could have just ended this. It could have been better that way.â She shook her head, an amused smile crossing her expression. âLook at me grieving for that guy I wanted dead... Then I complain when people call me soft.â She snickered. After a few moments Crys let her smile fade and went into thought. Things didnât quite make sense to her yet, but there was definitely something on the horizon. âI donât know what anyone would want with the Crimson, or hold against them, but... Weâll find out. One way or another. This wonât go unpunished.â
After another moment of silence Crys heaved a sigh and changed the subject entirely, wanting to distract herself from the sense of impending doom, even if for a moment. âDid Nick tell you I took Kaya to see Blackwell? She did a number on his shop, but he was interested enough on Aidenâs designs to not be completely furious with me. I have a feeling heâll make something good for the wolves. I also talked to him about some armor for Shadow, I assume youâd be interested in something for Shockwave as well, right?â
Essâ mind was temporarily overrun with ideas, theories, and speculations; however that was the problem: They were only âwhat ifsâ She didnât have to voice aloud what she was thinking, if in fact Samâs family was the referenced Dragon in Asherâs journal and what that could mean and how far their involvement would be. Perhaps the same people that were responsible for the Crimson were responsible for the burnings, but again, without proof it was just a theory.
Shaking a few curls over her eyes, Essence pushed those thoughts aside, listening to Crys talk about Sean. The woman really had little opinion of the man, granted she didnât like many of the things she had heard he had done to those she cared about, but she couldnât hate the man. To be truthful, she had little personal reason to. âI think it shows great character to understand an enemy and sympathize while not losing sight in oneâs own beliefs. I think that is a necessary quality for a leader to have, no?â Ess smiled over at Crys, âMy only experience around the man was at the ball and my impression was a good one, in my personal experience because anyone who disliked Ebony even for a fraction of a second, I had to hold a certain amount of respect for. Not to mention the woman tried to take a hit out on me, which failed miserably.â
Ess laughed, quirking a brow when Crys mentioned Kaya, nodding along to her words. âTurned the shop upside down, did she? Reminds me of the first time Stalker went to the bakerâs shop.â Her shoulders bounced in a small giggle fit, the thought reminding her she had to stop by there for the much promised cake for her furry companions. âGlad that didnât..disway Blackwell. So, the wolves and our horses will be badass looking and I have yet to acquire any armor for myself. Oh, the irony. I am not too fond of what was lying around in camp, maybe leather is just more my type especially if Iâm going to be playing with fire because I donât want to feel..restricted.â Ess playfully elbowed Cryâs in the arm. âWhat could be scarier than two redheads adorned in armor, riding their âwar horsesâ into battle with their scaled wolf companions by their side? Jake will be jealous.â
âAw, Jakey can always ride in the back with me, Shadow wouldnât mind... Heâll be scary by association.â Crys played, laughing at the thought of what Jake would say if he had heard her. âYeah I use leather armor when I do... Less restricting... Silent also... And it will save you in most situations. Itâs just generally better for us sneaky types... I honestly never understood how Mageria manages to move so swiftly with all that metal on her. Jake said he didnât mind re-joining the knights but heâs never going to wear that armor again. Although I suppose heâd have sentimental reasons to not want it anymore; besides it being heavy.â Crys snorted as if trying but failing to force a laugh. âYou know, Iâm really glad you two found each other. Heâs been a lot happier these past months, hasnât thrown himself in any dungeon cells or gotten involved in any other type of suicidal plans; always a good sign. Despite what happened at the party he really is doing a lot better now than he has in years. I hope you do realize that has a lot to do with you. Family makes all the difference when one is feeling lost.â
The way Crystal described the change in Jacob over the past couple months, brought back subtle memories of Jess from long ago. Ess wasnât sure if it was Crysâ words per se or her tone, but she couldnât help but think of Jessica. Silence lingered on for a moment, Essâ hand trembling a bit so that she lost her grip on her throwing knife, letting it thud upon the counter top. A sad smile parted her lips, Ess finally nodding to Cryâs words. âI appreciate you saying that because I do feel a sense of strength that I thought I had lost since he appeared back in my life. I was so afraid and so sure he would hate me or find me such a disappointment or even worse; be disgusted, but Jess was right. She told me long ago that the way he sees me would never change, even when he was old enough to understand what I was involved in and the type of person I was because she said, â..Love doesnât work that way..â And now, I think he wants to keep that promise he made to me so long ago, about protecting me.â
Ess tugged at a loose curl, pulling it out straight and releasing it to watch it bounce. She repeated the act over and over again as she thought, her smile widening. âJake was the first person to look at me and see me for who I was; for who I am. I do love him like family, but itâs always been stronger than that for me. How do I explainâŠâ Essâ eyes darted around the room as if searching for a clue on how to explain what she felt, her gaze darting back to Crys the moment she reached a conclusion. âFinding Jake again, was like finding a piece of my soul that I thought had been destroyed forever. Iâve..only felt like that a few times in my life. Finding Darren was another time I felt that way.â Ess purposely moved on from that aspect of the conversation, picking up her blade once again to twirl and attempt to balance it on itâs point upon the bar top. âI wouldnât be alive, I donât think, if Jakey hadnât come into my life. His presence always felt right as if he had always been there and so I use that as a comparison when it comes to trusting certain men.â
âHm...â Crys snickered, pouring herself a drink. âI see the hero complex started early.â She mumbled, her tone only half amused. Crys sighed, her talk with Sam still lingering somewhere in the back of her mind. âIâll tell you a secret, Ess. Well, itâs not that much of a secret, rather something I wonât admit to anyone else again if I can help it... All this time Iâve been angry, I wasnât entirely angry at Jake. Well, I was a little angry at Jake; he is infuriating as you know, but for the most part I was angry at myself. Otherwise I would have hunted his ass down at some point in the past three years. I didnât, because I started to ask myself how good we really are for each other and, as it turns out, that was a much more complicated question than I expected it to be. After all, love isnât a choice, love is absolute, you canât just decide to shut it down and walk away, but a relationship between two people is a series of little choices. Choices they have to make every day, commit to, and live with. When I looked back on our relationship what I saw was that all the things that systematically broke him down in the past five years happened as a result of my choices. I could tell myself I didnât know, but I did. Jake was better off in Newhaven, he was happier as a hired sword than as an assassin; working for himself... And the only reason he ever came back to the Wolfpack was because I called. I knew that was all lâd ever have to do to make him walk away from everything he built...â Crys emptied her glass and grimaced at the burning liquid. âBecause I needed someone to hold my hand. It seems like such a stupid reason now.â
Crys refilled her glass, but refrained from drinking any more right away. âI wasnât angry because I blamed myself for the past either; what would be the point of that? No. I was angry because if I was completely honest with myself Iâd have to admit that, maybe, together weâre incapable of making better choices. I had to admit that... That particular relationship... Needed to end.â She smiled, finally emptying her glass a second time and pushing it away. âAnd that... That is why when Sheila made it a point of throwing that fact in my face I reacted by trying to break hers... And then stabbing her in the hand. Not my proudest moment, but I canât quite say Iâd take it back.â
âPfft, well from what I saw, Sheila needed a good stabbing.â Ess chuckled, slowly shaking her head. âIt was intimidating though. Even I made a comment to Luckas saying as such. However, no relationship is easy. I think everyone that isnât out to destroy the person they love, thinks about it. Itâs the struggle that makes it all worth it. I had asked Jake If I was..to Luckas and he said probably and that he deserved it.â Ess snorted. âWhen is love enough.? Itâs likeâŠâ Ess let out a long sigh and reached for the bottle Crys was using to refill her glass, topped her off and filled one of her own. She swirled the liquid around the glass, nodding along to her own thoughts. âWe blame ourselves because we need something or someone to blame; right or wrong. Knowing is only half the battle, right? It always makes more sense in our heads...it isnât until we say it outloud do things start to become clearer. I swear..the men in our lives are like puppies because they always find their way back. People make jokes about how men will never understand women and itâs funny for me to think about especially with Luckas in my head, you would think heâd have all the secrets; even if trusting him turns out to be a disaster.â Essence smiled, draining her glass dry and playfully clanging it against Crys empty glass.
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Essâ visit had left Crys with a lot to consider. Not just about Sam and what she might be up to, but also things pertaining to past conversations theyâd had. The recruits were still out in the woods with Kaya, Nick had gone to sleep, and the Inn was dead silent. Crys retreated to her room, thinking of maybe sleeping a bit herself seeing as she had been struggling with it at night, but she found herself sitting back on her bed with her flute in her hands. She put the instrument to her lips and began to play a familiar melody, her index finger briefly touching the little wolf figurine that sat atop the flute, the gesture bringing a smile to her lips.
[5 months ago]
âThe most important things a person can say will always be the ones left unsaid, because there are not enough words to translate what goes on inside the human soul. The complexity of human emotion is not something simple words can capture. A personâs soul, and heart, will not be found in their words... It will be found in their silences, in those little unconscious gestures that seem so insignificant, yet reveal so much to those willing to pay attention. Life... You will find... Is in the details.â
The night was cool and pleasantly so, with only a slight, soft, breeze that seem to exist for the sole purpose of carrying on the soft melody of a wooden flute. As usual, Crys wasnât all too sure of where the music came from, except that it came from a place deep inside herself, a place too complex for words... It wasnât a sad melody she played, it was only soft... Soothing... And somewhat hopeful in its essence. It was peaceful, but it didnât bring the usual feeling of peace, it was peace with something more meaningful behind it, like the silences her father used to speak of. The memories were welcome, and comforting, and that was something she hadnât felt in a long time, not while looking back at what was past. Stretching her legs where she sat by a small fire pit she smiled quietly, interrupting the music and lowering the flute... Letting all sound fade to a comfortable silence.
It fell quiet, earlier than usual; Tala nestled with her pups, safe within the kennel across from the oak. A heavy weight still pressed upon Essâ heart as she stared upon the fresh plot beneath the tree, a few blue buds beginning to spring forth in a silent beauty. She didnât want to think of it, so she shut her eyes to absorb the sweet quiet except for the soft snores of the wolves. One, as always, did not wish to stay silent while the rest slumbered and almost on cue, Ess was prodded by a small cold nose. Opening one eye she grinned bending down to pick up the snow white pup. âCanât sleep again, hmm?â Ess whispered, pressing a firm kiss upon the wolfâs head. Picking up a tiny comb by her side, Ess began brushing the pupâs fur so that she resembled a white, puffy cloud. The pup cocked its head and yipped curiously, bringing Ess to a stop, straining to listen for what could have procured the wolfâs attention. A gentle breeze came in, carrying a lulled tune on its back. The pup turned to look at Ess before hopping away from her, standing beside the fire light; arching its head back she began to howl. Giggling at the sheer cuteness of the pup, brought Ess to her feet to wander away from the fire and through the shadows.
As the sound grew louder, Ess turned to wave the cub onward to follow her, a low whistle following which sent the pup on itâs heels in a clumsy pounce into the direction of the soothing music. So familiar it was that she began humming it, not realizing that she knew the next few notes before they were even played. The music seemed to die down the moment Ess and Talaâs pup reached another boundary of light. With a sigh, she waited to see if Crys would continue, remaining silent as to not interrupt her moment.
Crys had stopped playing as she felt she wasnât alone, not because the presence of another person was disturbing to her, but simply because she wanted to give her company the space to come closer and not feel intrusive. Sighing softly she leaned back, resting her back against a boulder she had padded with a folded cloak, her fingers quietly tracing the markings along the surface of the wooden instrument an appreciative smile crossing her features at the insane amount of thought and work that had gone into the object. Before she knew it more than a couple of moments had passed in silence and she once again brought the flute to her lips and continued playing, a few random notes echoing amongst the trees and slowly changing into another soft melody.
Stepping into the ring of light, Ess bent down to pick up the pup, ruffling up itâs fur to keep it silent. Gradually she knelt across from Crys, besides the fire, an insightive smile spreading from ear to ear as she stared in a timid awe when the melody changed to something she most definitely recognized. Her lips formed a childish pout in her confusion, not understanding how Crys knew the song. It was the very same Essâ father had sang to her when she was a child; the very same she was told, was passed down from family only. Running a few fingers through her curls she choked back a giggle, shaking her head, mouthing in silence her response. âJake...â Lightly tapping the wolf on the nose, Ess bravely let her voice sneak itâs way into the breeze that seemed to surround them. The calming tone and subdued grace that resonated in synch with the flute sent chills down her arms, gradually rising in pitch to form into words.
"Thereâs a little bird...
Somebody sent...down to the Earth to live on the wind...
Blowing on the wind...and she sleeps on the wind...
This little bird, somebody sent..."
Ess inhaled, a gentle pause before she moved to the next verse. The pup sat in her lap, wiggling to escape, which proved futile against Essâ fingertips. A sudden amused expression crossed her features as the wolf tilted her head back, releasing a low howl that coincidentally added a bit of harmony to the song.
Crys was caught a bit off guard when Essâ voice joined the sound of the flute; the words of the song unknown to her until that particular moment in time. Curiosity and amusement brought a spark of light to the womanâs eyes as she continued to play without a flinch, despite the feeling of surprise and childish delight that had worked their way past her moment of silent contemplation. As the song ended and slowly faded to silence, the silence didnât last for long as Crys released a small wave of laughter; her tone amused and cheerful as she spoke. âIâm impressed... You found a way to sneak up on me!â She played, sitting up straight and letting the flute rest by her side on top of its leather casing. âYou really sing well, Ess... And your little friend too.â She chuckled at the wolf pup. âIâm curious though. Never knew the words to this song, actually... Never knew there were any. It is a... Personal favorite though.â
The pup wiggled out from Essâ grasp, bouncing and stumbling forward towards Crystal, pausing inches away from her to stare curiously at the flute at her side. Essence smiled, her cheeks flushing to a light pink at the compliment. â...Well I donât sing around just anyone..and honestly it was you and the music that snuck up on me. I...love the adaptation youâve given it with that flute...I think..it truly brings out a certain..â Ess paused, quirking a brow in thought..âOh, whatâs the word...release..â She nodded as if satisfied with the term. â...I honestly didnât expect anyone to know the song but I assume you heard it from Jake? I know he knows the words.â The woman chuckled, crossing her legs out before her and leaning back against her palms for support. âOne of many family treasures I keep buried inside my soul. Jake was the first I shared it with. Itâs fitting you should know it too, I think.â
âFitting indeed...â Crys replied in a near-whisper. âI shouldnât be surprised by this, itâs pretty consistent with what Iâve known of Jake from day one... Always clinging to the past and yet running from it as if it was an angry beast. So hard to get him to understand that itâs just not healthy behavior.â She snickered softly. âWhat I mean is... He was constantly humming this whenever he thought no one was watching, but he refused to talk about it. If you sneak up on him on a quiet moment youâll see he still does it. Although, nowadays Iâm not so sure if heâs still aware that he does it, some things just tend to become a part of who we are in time, and then we simply stop noticing them. People as well... They become a part of you before you know it, and their habits become your habits... That can be a good thing, or a bad thing though... It depends.â She concluded, a slightly contemplative expression marking her features as if she was genuinely trying to decide which one it was. Slowly the expression shifted back to amusement, her hand reaching for the instrument at her side, fingers resting upon a tiny wooden figurine of a wolf that was glued to the top of the flute. âYour little friend is a music lover, I see... A natural born singer.â She smiled. âSensitive souls are drawn to music, it seems.â
âHmm..â Ess kept her gaze upon the cub, the memories of her friend from long ago bringing that familiar sting to her eyes. She sighed, âI..was so mad at him when I thought he had forgotten me; either purposely or by accident from the passing years. It shames me now, to hear how much I am still apart of him but comforting to know because itâs the same for with him owning that piece of my soul. I have his past and you hold his present and future.â When Crys reached for her flute again, the movement naturally attracted Essâ violet gaze, her smile widening at the tiny wolf upon the instrument. âAli make that for you?â She inquired, her fingers absently slipping into her pocket to retrieve her own little figurine that was given to her the day Ali and her met. For a reason unclear to her, she had kept it on her everyday since then; even hiding it in her hair when she had no pockets. Several moments of silence passed as she stared into the tiny wooden statue in deep thought. âThat tiny friend of mine is growing faster than Tala did. At least, as much as I can remember. Already at that stage where they start developing their own little personalities and stuff..â Ess giggled, âJust like children. Canât wait for the stubborn âteenageâ years. But...â Quirking her other brow she sat up leaning forward when the pup yipped up at Crys curiously. â..They are starting to fixate. This one, has a lot of spirit.â Clear amusement could be heard in her voice as she continued. âSomething, I remember you saying I should keep an eye out for. Clearly, all Talaâs pups are spirited, but..â She shrugged, falling silent. âItâs up to them. I would never chain down a free spirit. Itâs funny, how even the most ferocious creatures can be lulled or even hypnotized by the right kind of music; the right sound. As long as it speaks to them.â
âJacob...â Crys sighed. âHas a way of angering people who love him. Hopefully that habit hasnât yet become a part of him. Either way... The future is uncertain.â She smiled quietly. âAnd the present is still a bit too tense for my liking.â Another sigh escaped her, but Crysâ smile widened, welcoming the change of subject as she pulled the wooden flute onto her lap, nodding affirmatively to the question. âAli made it, yes. She says... Iâm unbearable when I donât play. I have a feeling sheâs right about that too. It is a great part of my personality, and I donât feel quite like myself without it. Apparently, not feeling like myself makes me bitchy... Go figure.â A saddened smile crossed Crysâ expression and faded as she added. âAmusing how I got my first flute because I was afraid to lose myself in other peopleâs feelings... It took me some time, but I discovered there is only one way I can lose myself... And other peopleâs feelings are the least of my problems... You know, that âyouâre your own enemyâ thing.â She snorted out a bit of laughter. âSorry... Iâm way too sober to be rambling this way.â
Setting whatever thoughts aside Crys let her attentions fall on the little wolf pup, a curious smile on her face as she nodded at Essâ words. âSpirit, yes... I remember mentioning it... At the stables. Shockwave, reminded me of Shadow a bit... Of course back then I thought I wouldnât see Shadow again. We should race them one day... It would be a fun exercise.â Staring at the pup, Crys tilted her head to the side in a curious gesture and once again lifted the flute, playing a few random notes, in no particular order although the sound in itself was pleasant. A delighted look crossed the womanâs eyes as the sound of the flute was joined by a short howl from the young animal. After a few more notes she stopped playing, lowering the instrument with a chuckle. âAdorable. We should start a band.â She stated playfully reaching out and ruffling the little wolfâs fur. â... And isnât it what we all want, really? Something, or someone, anything, that will speak to us in a different level? The world can be... A very lonely place sometimes.â
'The future is uncertain...'
Essence sighed, âIâm reminded of this every day..That and what we think we know is just another illusion.â Snickering she added, âI mean, so many people that I firmly believed were dead are now walking around Valcrest. Is the world coming to an end or something?â Pushing herself to her feet, Ess approached Crys and quietly sat beside her, giving space between them. Retrieving her flask at her side she giggled, lightly pushing it against Crysâ shoulder. âToo sober for rambling, eh I can fix that.â She played, offering her a drink. âNo worries though, I tend to have that effect on people, and who is to say I wonât do it back?â
At Crysâ mention of racing their horses, a strobe like glow lit up her eyes. It had been a while since she had gone riding just to enjoy the scenery and to appreciate all the little things she still loved. Ess knew it was very much needed and long overdue. âSounds like a plan.â A mischievous grin took over her expression. âCare to make a friendly wager? Perhaps, something the loser would have to do?â Reaching towards the pup, her smile softened. âYou know..I still havenât named these little guys yet. Thatâs not a very good Auntie of me. Guess Iâm leaving it up to them.â Ess shifted a bit uncomfortably, her tone remaining soft and upbeat. â..True, no one wants to be alone. I donât know what is scarier though: Never finding that something or someone that understands you better than yourself or finding it.â Her mind drifted, purposely shoving aside anything concrete that would start to form in ideas or thoughts. It was easier nowadays to trigger that link between Luckas and herself, little focus needed. In fact, if she reminisced into one of the many memories she now carried that involved him, it would trigger it; even if only for a second. Sometimes it was smells or sounds only, but she always pulled back immediately. Ess wasnât about to let one of the few things in her life that she could control, spin into chaos. Luckas didnât need to know how often he was thought of. â..Probably get me into trouble..â She mumbled under her breath.
Crys snickered softly taking the flask from Ess and taking a drink from it. âJust because something isnât real... It doesnât mean it canât be true. I mean, even if reality isnât what you believed it was, it doesnât immediately make it meaningless, because... You lived it, and I think that automatically makes it real, doesnât it? I personally believe that reality in itself depends on our perspective and so... Perhaps the people you believed to be dead were actually dead for as long as you believed them to be. I was dead myself and, I think... In many ways Iâm still dead... To a lot of people. To a few I will always be dead because they prefer it that way...â Taking another drink she chuckled. â... And not even close to drunk yet. Perhaps you should ramble a bit too, so I feel less crazy.â She played, an amused expression on her face as offered the flask back to Ess.
The mention of a wager brought back the look of curiosity to Crysâ eyes and she smirked, going into thinking for a couple of moments. âHmm... Always interesting. Although, if thatâs the case, maybe you should consider giving the blind girl a head start, huh?â She joked. âAlthough to be fair, I doubt that Shadow needs my guidance. You have something in mind to bet on?â Going into relatively silent thinking again, Crys played a few more random notes on her flute, a random and cheerful tune forming itself before being cut to silence as she stopped. âHmm...â She mumbled, tapping her chin with the flute as she thought. âI guess... Itâs scarier not to find it, although, might not be as painful. Depends.â Heaving a small sigh, she shook her head as if trying to push unwelcome thoughts away and smiled softly at the puppy. âSo, little friend... What shall we call you, huh?â
Essence opened a warm smile, taking the flask from Crys to guzzle a bit longer than she anticipated of the liquor. â...I..would like to think of myself as a great actress, when necessary...but for some reason my wits are lost as of late, more so than usual. I am trying so hard not to be ruled by my emotions...I donât even know if itâs possible.â Absently she ran her fingers through her curly bangs. âAt least for me..not sure about the rest of the world. It would be nice if all it took was belief to make something real; oneâs perception of reality. If itâs real or not, I tend to stay stubborn enough to make those beliefs a reality even if they are not true for the rest of the world.â Ess laughed, her tone hinting at a gentle memory; her own words tossed back into her face. âItâs like...the first day I met Jake..I told him something along the lines of always trusting in yourself because that may be all thatâs left in the end. You know I do believe that still, but I also learned itâs good to trust in others too, even though it has been one of the hardest things for me to do.â
Once again passing the flask back to Crys, Ess playfully bumped the womanâs shoulder. âThereâs a mini ramble for you, but if you want to know anything just ask. I am sure you have questions for me, no? I know I have questions for you. I feel..a bit lost now not really knowing who my little Jakey is now and yet itâs ironic how much I still see of that boy inside the âManâ.â Shaking her head in amusement she shrugged, âWe can race...Iâll even give you a head start.â Ess played. âAlthough I agree, left up to the horses it doesnât matter. I figure we can leave the bet open. Letâs just say Iâll owe you a favor and visa versa. Not that I wouldnât help out a friend if asked..â Glancing down at the pup, Ess ruffled up her fur in a gentle but playful gesture, quirking a brow as if she expected the cub to answer Crys on what her name should be.
Crys laughed in amusement as she took the flask and took another short drink from it. âEver consider the possibility that you may be trying too hard? The human heart is a wild beast, the more you try to restrain it, the harder it fights you. What I mean is... Sometimes people mistake trying to control their emotional responses with trying to control their actual emotions. They try to feel less intensely instead of training themselves to separate. Because thatâs certainly harder. What Iâm asking is... If you know which one you are trying really.â She took another sip from the flask before returning it. âMy father used to say that the only thing that makes our dreams fantasy is our unwillingness to believe in them. He was sort of a âanything is possibleâ kind of a guy. I find that a comforting thought, whether itâs true or not... Of course hearing stuff like that while growing up might have had an unhealthy effect on my level of stubbornness.â An amused smirk momentarily crossed her features as she sat her flute aside, carefully letting it rest by her side again and readjusted herself so that she was facing Ess. âWell... Iâm good with leaving the bet open... Itâs always nice to have your friends owe you.â She chuckled, resting her head against the cloak-covered boulder. âI have some questions, but Iâm honestly more curious about yours. As I might have mentioned, Jake has changed little from the day I met him. I mean, heâs not ten anymore, but basically still the same person in his best and worst qualities. At the same time, you tell me how much heâs changed... It makes me curious to know what is it you see and what confuses you.â Running her hand through the strands of her hair she mumbled a few things under her breath, momentarily putting her focus on the wolf pup, letting her fingertips slowly graze the animalâs fur as there was some sort of wordless conversation occurring between the two. Smiling back at Ess she continued to speak as if the pause had never happened. â...Well, maybe that was a question after all; what you see.â
Essence nodded here and there as Crys spoke, agreeing with all she said. It was insightful to hear someone speak to her the way Crys was. âSounds like your father and mine may have gotten along.â She whispered sadly, still holding her smile. âMy father use to tell me stories, preaching the same kind of beliefs but I lost hold of those for quite some time. It wasnât until the dreams became a reality and thus persevering into a darker truth...â Trailing off a moment as if to think over her next words she added, âI know I would rather have the truth, comforting or not than be blissfully unaware. I believe ignorance is what gets us killed. But, what does one do when those truths are indeed comforting?â Shaking her head, Ess snorted in amusement. âJake and I, even though parted for all those years, seem to subconsciously cling to our demons; to our past.â Heaving a shaky sigh, her smile faded. âHe never talked about me, but he never talked about Jess either?â Her tone was in question, half waiting for the answer she pretty much already knew. "The past is a tricky thing...sometimes it's etched in stone...and other times its rendered in soft memories...and if you meddle too long in deep dark things, who knows what monsters you shall awaken...and I think little by little I am finally making some sort of progress, but I worry about Jake. I donât want it to consume him like it did to me for so long. The sorrow, the emptiness. I did many things to fill the space; to avoid thinking of those painful memories while still clinging to them. So, maybe I went so long avoiding it all, that now everything hits me a hundred times harder. Maybe I do try to control my emotions because I was able to suppress and create new ones for so long.â
Glancing over at the fire, Ess stood to add a few more logs to the flames before settling back down besides Crys. âMy Jacob-Bear..â She whispered almost inaudibly. âI know innocence doesnât last forever and I think thatâs at the top of my list of what makes my heart break when I look at him. He still seems to talk plenty but not like he use to. He use to show so much more excitement and curiosity to know about everything and talk about anything. I was there when he lost his father. I was there with him and Jess.â A muffled groan escaped her at the memory before she spoke again. âJess looks like his mother...â A single tear trailed down her cheek through her painted smile. Clearing her throat she broke out of her straying thought and continued. âJake has been the same since you met him. I agree this Jacob can be quite infuriating, but tell me...What is your favorite attribute of my brother? What about him touches your soul?â Ess opened a slight smile, her eyes locking on the pup as she curled up between Ess and Crys.
Crys sighed quietly, closing her eyes for moment as if searching for something to say for an answer. Maybe it was about time to stop trying to just not think about the past anymore, she knew that was the one thing that would never solve her problems. Opening her eyes again she nodded slightly as if deciding on words, but let the silence last just a bit longer before speaking in a tone that was far more serene than she felt it should be. âI know why Jake never mentioned you to me. I mean... There is no way in hell I would have let him play dead had I known anything. I would have dragged his sorry ass straight to Newhaven and he was probably just trying to avoid that. Jessica is a whole different story. The most he ever talked about her in the past thirteen years was to mention her death in some way. Itâs like he canât stand to remember her alive. And yet... He keeps that locket close to his heart almost at all times.â Crys shook her head, a noticeable look of frustration in her eyes. âSo, this worries me still... This avoidance of his... The fact that I know heâs told me more than he has ever told anyone combined with the fact heâs told me so little, just makes me think that it canât be much longer until something snaps.â Going silent for yet another moment, Crys slowly reached towards the collar of her shirt, letting her fingertips trace the metal chain around her neck, but keeping it tucked away underneath her clothes. âJakey is complicated to me... And these are complicated questions because... The things I like the most in him are the usually the ones to make me angry. For instance, one of the last times we spoke before he left he said that people walk away from things everyday, and the he could understand how easy it was to wake up in the morning and just want to tell the world to... Fuck off. What he couldnât understand was how they could actually do it. Itâs like the same part of his personality that wonât allow him to actually leave people behind, as we know he would like to sometimes, also wonât let him let go of anything ever. He literally has to try and fix everything and thatâs adorable until you know... It starts to drive you crazy.â She heaved a long sigh that ended in a hint of laughter. âJake was also that person in my life who said things along the lines of âwhatâs the worse that can happen?â and âwhy are you so afraid of people?â... My personal favorite was always âyour left shoe is not the same color as the right oneâ... That one always used to come after I had already passed about fifty people who were probably thinking the exact same thing. It also taught me to mark my shoes.â She chuckled. â...How about Kaya... For the pup... It suits her... Itâs a name with a lot of meanings.â
Ess huffed a tiny sigh and shrugged. âJake kind of did say fuck the world and walk away..in some ways..and I think heâs facing that now. He seems to want to make right and that part you speak of, that stubbornness I think is eating at him. Think when I saw that, that is what made me want to forgive him and not lose him again.â Leaning back on her hands she glanced up at the sky, brows furrowing as a wave of clouds crept in and hid those familiar stars. âWhatâs that saying...about losing something and it returning? That itâs meant to be? In times like today, can we really afford to push away those who love us?â Her tone faded almost to a whisper. âEspecially if itâs a rarity...â Returning back on a previous thought she spoke up. âHe said he believes he failed me and that was a reason he saw it better that I knew him as dead. I would say heâs a bloody fool, but I understand fearing to disappoint those who meant most. Jake means most to me. He looks at me still as if Iâm someone to look up to, like he did as a child. I donât see it...but I do know that if he were to ever look at me with disgust...â Ess shook her head, not even voicing the rest of her thought. âJess always said that would never be possible; not for Jake. Jess, was beautiful and she had a way of explaining things so they made sense and thus were beautiful.â
Closing her eyes, she went silent for a few moments, a subtle hint of a hum reverberating from her throat before she spoke again. âBut things do change...and now thereâs....Luckas and Jake doesnât like to hear me explain how much that guy and I are alike, but I know heâs still got my back. Heâs like Tala...very protective and what he gives is unconditional. He...reminds me of my father...now that I think of it.â Ess turned to face Crys. âNow that heâs older too. Makes sense...â Her smile returned, irony glittering in her eyes. âI know I am not well versed in your business, nor is it really my right to know. I understand little when it comes to...âfallingâ in love, but....do you love my brother? I was taught to believe âLoveâ is enough because it fuels strength for so many emotions and motivation that âanything is possible.â Is that not true?â An honest, curious expression crossed her face as she waited for an answer. Ess knew what she wanted to believe but she had not the experience to understand the truth or lie of the philosophy. From afar she had watched how people could be strengthened or torn down by such a concept. She had witnessed how a gesture or single touch could make someone melt or go insane with hatred. It was a tantalizing concept she wanted to be open to but it frightened her more than she could explain. Fear of loss, fear of rejection, fear of betrayal; or the fear of never finding it, as was brought up earlier. âIs this a question of which pain is more bearable? I mean, we all would like to think weâd never intentionally hurt the people we care about, but thatâs an empty promise. Least Iâve come to realize. Perhaps, we are suppose to focus on whether that pain is worth the time we spent with them.â
Essence snickered at the name, âKaya,â rubbing her fingers behind the pupâs ears. âKaya...â She whispered, looking at the wolf as if waiting for approval. âWhat does it mean, Crys?â
Crys snickered under her breath at some of Essâ questions, it felt odd to be asked about matters such as these and realize she had never actually stopped to really think them through all that much. She was taught to deal with things as they occurred, act on what she felt presently and not on what she may or not feel in the future. The future was a huge blank as far as Crys could tell, especially when these things were concerned. Trying to rationalize things and make them understandable actually drove Crys into rather long moment of introspection, which she broke only to give the one answer she actually felt she could give. âItâs a name with several meanings, like I said... my favorite meaning would be maybe âhomeâ or ârestful placeâ, other meanings... hmm... Different types of trees I forget, beautiful one, wise child...â She chuckled. â... Forgiveness.â
With a soft sigh, Crys let silence linger once more while she put her thoughts in order. After another moment had come and gone she went back to what the main topic of conversation had turned into. âI feel... Love is such a vast term. Another word that holds a lot of different meanings. Also a great motivator, even greater than fear, I believe, but... Motivation can only do so much for a person. Itâs like... Being the greatest warrior that ever lived and not knowing what you are fighting for. It feels empty after a while. That said... Yes, I love your stupid brother. I canât honestly remember a point in the past when I didnât love him, or picture a point in my future when I wonât still love him.â She spoke, shrugging dismissively as if the words held a considerably lighter weight than they actually did. âThe problem between me and Jake is not about love, or even forgiveness really. I think... The problem is we have a lot of promises left hanging in the air... Promises that were made under circumstances that no longer exist. The life we had back then is gone and until weâre both done mourning that loss, there is no chance of starting over.â She smiled softly regarding Ess with an amused and curious expression. âThatâs just... My particular business though. It does not and should not apply to anyone elseâs. Or at least I hope not.â She laughed, shaking her head in amusement, her eyes sparkling discretely as she stared at the woman sitting in front of her. âAlright so... I donât mean to intrude or anything, and so feel free to ignore this slight change of subject, but... You and Luckas... The two of you share a... uh... Bond, of sorts, yes? Iâve noticed some... How do I put it... Some of your responses donât exactly fit into the subject of Jake, but then... They kind of became a bit clearer when you mentioned Luckas. And on the other hand I have managed to get a couple of rather amusing reactions from him by simply threatening to mention you so... Again, I donât mean to intrude I just happen to have noticed it and thought maybe you might want to discuss that with someone at some point.â
Essence began to chuckle at Crysâ comment of Jake being âstupidâ, slowly it escalated into a muffled laugh as she worked to catch her breath. âPeople at least have a way of surprising us, no?â She hummed at the idea of emptiness, feeling a familiar knot throbbing in her gut. That had to be one of the worst feelings she carried on with for years until she began finding different things to stuff in the gaping hole inside herself. Something she had decent knowledge of what it could mean but mostly she had accepted its existence for so long that it almost melded to be a part of her. âNot so long ago...â She muttered, her violet eyes widening for a split second before returning to their normal size. Ess held her breath for a few moments before exhaling heavily through her nostrils. Letting her eyes close at the mention of her friendsâ name, she pushed back a tiny chill that ran up her spine, tiny goose bumps appearing at the base of her neck. âFair is fair with questions, right? I did ask you a very personal question. My question is, what exactly do you mean by bond?â Opening her eyes again she quirked a brow. âI think we just confuse one another a bit much.â Ess played, forcing a smile. Her mind drifted back to Crysâ answer on how âloveâ is different to everyone and she couldnât help but wonder what it was to feel like. âWhat does it feel like to Love Jake? I understand thatâs rather personal, but how would you describe that feeling for you?â
Crys smiled at Essâ response to her questioning, slowly shaking her head. âFair is fair, yes, but... I believe you do have a bit more of a right to ask than me, Jake is your little brother after all, no? Itâs sort of in your job description to pry on his personal business a bit.â A curious look crossed Crysâ eyes momentarily as she wasnât exactly sure what she had meant by âbondâ, it was the closest term she could find for what she perceived, but she didnât know exactly what it meant. âI think... By bond, I mean... A connection of some sort... Emotions are vague, and not very easy to describe, thus I donât like to try and speculate much on what I can tell from people. It would be horribly irresponsible, not to mention wrong, of me to do so.â
The question of how it felt to love Jake caused two different reactions on Crys, the first was a slight wince as if she had been startled by the words and the second was a little chuckle that slowly grew into a short fit of laughter. Once she managed to stop and breathe she spoke, still a bit breathless. âSorry... Just... You just reminded me of when I was last asked this question.â Coughing a couple of times to clear her throat, Crys managed to settle down in a more serious tone. âAlmost unfair that I answer it now...â She mumbled under her breath, not hesitating to raise her voice and move the conversation along. âItâs a difficult description to make... almost as if I asked you to describe color to me. Some people have given me some interesting answers, but I still donât know what makes blue different from yellow.â Picking her flute from her side Crys began to play a few notes on the instrument, eyes sparkling slightly as the random notes changed into a soothing melody, so soft it was as almost like the flute whispered the notes onto the air; as if telling a secret. The softly played notes faded from barely audible to fully silent even though the transition made it clear that the song was still playing somewhere in the back of Crysâ mind even as she set the flute aside once more and began to speak. âIn the simplest terms I can think of... It feels as if Iâve taken my heart right out my chest, where it was safe, and placed on the hands of a stupid boy who doesnât seem to think itâs much of a big deal to just take it and run off with it whenever he pleases. It makes me feel frightened, helpless and more often than not; foolish, because Iâve given someone else power over everything that makes me who I am and that can so easily destroy me... And at the same time, I feel that none of that matters because if there is one person in the world I would trust my whole heart to, Jake is that person... Even when he hurts me, even when he angers me, and even in the one single moment when I hated him... Because at some point, Iâm not sure exactly when, the mere fact that he exists in the world just makes it so... Much... Better.â Crys stopped talking, forcing herself to take a long deep breath taking notice of how shaky it had turned out. âI am an empath, and to someone who experiences emotions the way I do... Emotional connections are difficult, letting people in can be terrifying and painful. Jake feels... Warm, and safe... And the world feels warmer and safer because of him.â She sighed occupying herself with petting the wolf pup as she went silent. After a few moments passed she turned her attention back to Ess. âTell me something... While we have been talking... Have you tried not to let your feelings show on your expression, even though I canât see your face? I have a feeling that you have, but Iâm not sure.â
Ess took in a shaky breath and sighed, relaxing a bit on what Crys was feeling from her and trying to make sense out of the disarray of her emotions. The term âBondâ had thrown her for a loop, momentarily worried if anyone else knew about her and Luckasâ link. Not that she didnât feel she couldnât trust Crys, but she thought it best to have as few people know about it as possible. With Jake, she felt almost obligated to share everything with him; if she wanted to or not. As she listened to Crystal answer her question on what it felt like to Love, an embarrassed, almost guilty feeling crept into stomach. âPerhaps it was an unfair question to ask..â She whispered.
'...Iâve given someone else power over everything that makes me who I am and that can so easily destroy me...'
Essence froze, a feeling of nausea passing over her momentarily at the thought, tiny beads of sweat appearing against her hairline. âWarm...and safe...I think thatâs a good way to explain that feeling...â She trailed off with a shrug. âBlue...would be my feeling of warm and safe, maybe sometimes cold since blue tends to correspond to water much of the time even though itâs an illusion. Jakeâs eyes are blue.. Yellow...â Ess smiled. âYellow would be like looking into the sun, also warm but blinding. It makes my eyes hurt and water to stare into it, even for a second. I can understand why colors can be confusing to comprehend but mostly they lead into emotions and visa versa; if that makes any sense.â An awkward laugh escaped her, humming in acknowledgement of Crysâ perception of her emotions inwardly V.S. outwardly. âI know it doesnât matter what I show on my expression around you. I guess you can call it an...âoccupational hazardâ thatâs never left me. I spent a very long time always interpreting someone else in physical and auditory form to create the perfect illusion. Part of my gift; my attention to detail.â
Crys nodded along to Essâ words as she spoke of what the colors meant to her, but she wasnât quite paying attention. She could remember the several times she had a different explanation, some of which she found particularly interesting, but none of them actually made a difference on how she perceived, or rather didnât perceive, things. âMy mother once told me that... Thereâs color in music... She taught me to play what she felt each color sounded like... Blue sounds like... Something soft... Soothing... Much like waves, maybe. Jakey described it as sinking into warm water after a long day of training...â Slowly she shook her head and snickered. âBlinding... Huh... Is that why yellow is usually associated with fear? Although, it seems to me that the beautiful things in life are usually the ones that blind us... So, Ess... What is your favorite color?â She asked, a look of genuine interest in her expression as she seemed to examine the other woman. âOccupational hazzard, huh? Something else my father used to say... The most important part of being deceptive is to not let yourself forget your âtrue faceâ.â
âYellow...fear...creation...out of the ashes of fire, new life is sustained .âEss muttered as if in a trance, smirking at the idea of fire. âI ..guess my favorite color would be red, but I like all dark colors: blues, greens, purples.. and the metallic shadows of the night sky. I like anything I can get lost in.â Clearing her throat, she began tapping her nails against the side of the flask. âIt was easier to ignore what and who I was then, especially when I didnât know. Guess you could say I wandered around aimlessly numb and careless through the rest of my teenage years. I spent more than half my life pretending and less time sorting out what kind of person I am. I donât know, maybe I just always knew.âEss nodded as if to confirm her thought, her mind drifting back to the subject of Jacob. âI bet I could get Jake to talk about Jess..even if only a little. I know what itâs like to not face oneâs ghosts. He did bring her up one of the times we chatted.â She shrugged, not really sure where her mind was going with that one except that she was avoiding something within herself, that which she refused to acknowledge. A dull ache began to form behind her ears while she rubbed at her eyes through a defiant yawn. âCrys.....since you are blind...do you dream? I mean...well maybe I donât know what I mean. Guess was wondering what that must be like.â
âRed...â Crys mumbled. âThatâs an interesting color, Iâm told...â She trailed off, not elaborating on what made red so interesting to her, and focusing on what Ess was saying instead, absently wondering what numb and careless must feel like; she wasnât sure she had ever experienced either one. âI always found it difficult to separate... You know, who I am from what I am. Itâs so very easy to let ourselves be defined by our place in the world, whatever it may be, than to try and figure out what else is there. Itâs something that still confuses me.â Heaving a small sigh she closed her eyes momentarily, allowing her mind to drift off as she focused on the sounds and feels of the camp around them. She wasnât sure of the time, but a lot of the people had retired for the night or were about to, even those who were still awake were mostly silent. Taking a deep breath she opened her eyes at the question of what her dreams were like. âMy mind cannot form images, obviously, but other than that... My dreams are much like everyone elseâs... Some of them feel awfully real, some arenât quite real enough for my liking... Some dreams are of things that were real at some point in the past... I dream about my mother a lot, mostly when Iâm stressed for some reason. Which is odd, really. My mom was many things in my life, but she was not a calming presence.â Letting out a small chuckle she shook her head, slowly letting her focus fall back to Jake she sighed. âIâm sure he would talk to you about her, if you push him just a little bit.â She paused for a moment, a small flicker of light crossing her eyes as she added. âHe canât sleep again.â
Ess appeared to not be listening when in actuality all she kept thinking about for a few moments were Crysâ words, ..âwho I am from what I am...â. âI...would like to think that both are things that can be shaped in our desired image, in addition to those things we canât control in life. My position is changing...Iâm no longer defined by those lonely, survival terrors I thought I had to suffer with.â Lifting her head up with a hint of pride she smirked, her tone a soft whisper, âIâm no longer someone elseâs fantasy to use and abuse.â Ess paused glancing at Crys curiously as she mentioned her own dreams, nodding along with her words which brought Essence a bit of comfort to hear. Quirking a brow she sighed. âJake doesnât sleep either, huh? You mean right now or in general?â She laughed, another question forming, distracting her from where she was going with her previous words. âHow far is your range to sense someone?â She asked, leaning towards Crys as she awaited an answer.
âHmm...â Crys mumbled, trying to somehow measure the range of her enlightenment in her mind. âItâs hard to say. Generally speaking, I can sense everyone within the boundaries of this camp. People I know, I can sense at greater distances if I concentrate. And then there are... Exceptional cases...â She paused for a moment before shrugging slightly and moving on. âThere are levels of emotions though... There is what I can sense without trying and there is what I could sense if I tried... Those things people are mostly unaware that they carry inside themselves. In training I have been encouraged to take these things and use them, but itâs not something I was ever comfortable with. Keeping some lines intact is a rather vital part of my personal code.â
Going back on the conversation a little, and consequently pulling the focus away from her enlightenment, Crys nodded. âI think, that purpose for some people is something that is, or can be, desired and sought and for others... It just exists. I was born into mine, in a way. I mean, itâs debatable, if one is born an Alpha or if one can become one... If itâs the first then Iâll always be the Alpha, as some like to believe, but if itâs the latter... Then what am I now? Itâs tricky, and then I canât help but wonder what the hell does it even matter anyway? This really hasnât changed me all that much, not as much as I believe it should anyway... Or maybe that side of me is a bit numb.â Running her fingers through the strands of her hair, Crys released a soft and slightly awkward laugh. âYour turn to ramble now, I think.â She played, letting her laughter fade as she mumbled. âI donât remember the last time I caught Jacob sleeping.â
âWhy is it, Crys, that itâs always easier to give sound advice than to take it? Ironic how we can see others easier than ourselves.â Ess smiled, noting how the pup had fallen asleep, reaching over to give a little scratch behind her ear. âThe changes are subtle sometimes, however there. I realized the other day, after I awoke from a random nightmare that my change coincides with the night I met up with Mageria in the city; the night I ran into Luckas again. I didnât see it or know it then, but..â Essence sighed, gently massaging the base of her neck before shaking her head, tossing her thick curls over her face. âWell thereâs lots of reasons for the change and perhaps it started a few years back but I walked away from some old habits and havenât looked back since that night. Problem is, with that change, Iâm still haunted and judged for those past transgressions; even if itâs only myself who is doing the judging. Itâs so hard sometimes, though. To NOT forget myself and fall into the actress mode. I always said Iâd never show any man the real me, and Jacob doesnât count.â She snickered, brushing a few curls from her gaze. âThink Iâm breaking my own promise. But who knows right? Maybe some promises should be broken.â Ess took a moment to breathe. âSo, was that considered a ramble?â She joked. âWell, even if Jakey is awake, I think itâs a bit late to spring on an emotional conversation..Iâll probably wait until tomorrow at some point even though I probably wonât be doing much sleeping myself unless one considers sleepwalking actual rest. But, I donât want to keep you too much longer my friend.â
[Otium 17 - Afternoon]
Crys was sitting by her desk when Ike knocked on the door. She urged the man in wordlessly and continued to write down notes as he sat across from her. She could hear the manâs foot nervously tapping against the wooden floor and his breathing starting to quicken from the thick silence.
âHave you come here for a reason, Ike? If so, I suggest you speak. I canât read minds you know.â
âI... I was wondering about something, Crys. If I may ask...â
âAsk, and then weâll see if you may or not. Like I said; not a telepath.â Crys smiled, lowering her pen and putting her focus on the shaky man.
âI remember that you said... You said... You couldnât make killers out of us.â
âI did.â
âIs that true?â
âNo.â Crys smiled. âYou know itâs not true, otherwise you wouldnât be asking. What you really want to know is why I wonât.â
âWhy wonât you? The ginger, up at the Inn, said you were recruiting, but you donât seem to want some of us to stay.â
âI could make all of you into killers, Ike, because anyone can be a killer given the right circumstances, the right motivations, or if you take away enough of their humanity. I know it doesnât look that way from where you stand, but there is something me and my crew all share; we are cold at our cores. Were not inhuman, weâre not cruel, weâre not numb to emotions; not usually, but we can be. We can turn it off for a split second, because thatâs how long it takes a skilled assassin to take a life. And then we can turn it back on and go about our business as if nothing ever happened. Here one second. Gone the next. And yes I could instill that in all of you, within a yearâs time... Less depending on your willingness to bleed. Thing is I know well the toll that takes. A lot of you came to us with nothing to lose, but some of you are here because you lost something you hope to still salvage. I intend your souls to remain intact for when you do. Simple as that.â
âI see...â
âYouâre here because your brother was killed and your niece and nephew were taken, isnât that so?â Crys asked, her eyes focused on the man. âWhat kind of a family do you suppose a killer would be able to provide those children?â
âUh... I...â Ike mumbled.
âYouâre afraid you wonât find them alive. I understand. And if thatâs the case, we can have this conversation again.â
âI guess... I...â
âAnd donât feel discouraged, Ike. Youâre doing quite well on your training. Irena is one of our toughest recruits. However she is also one of the nicest girls I know. I thought youâd do well as a team for the time being.â
âYes. I see that.â The man agreed, lowering his head and clearly giving up any sort of argument he still planned on having.
âAnd if that was all, I suggest you go back to it. Iâll be right down in a minute.â
âUhm... Yes...â The man mumbled. âOh... Nick asked me to let you know that Kaya has gone back to the Nest. If that... makes sense...â The man scratched his head on his way out.
Crys snickered. âIt makes perfect sense.â She whispered, closing the book sheâd been writing on and following the man down to the bar, sitting across from Nick while Ike continued down to the training room. âThose guys are more trouble than I thought.â Crys mumbled.
âI warned you about recruiting so openly, Boss.â Nick shrugged. âThose guys have far too naive notions of what Death entails. It could be dangerous to teach them as much as we have and just spit them back out.â
âMaybe we ought to show them.â Crys snorted.
âWha...?â Nick jumped in his seat. âWhat are you saying?â
âThe others are ready to start taking on assignments. Weâve partnered them, havenât we?â
âBoss...â Nick mumbled. âThatâs a bit extreme... They canât possibly keep up...â
âTheyâre not supposed to keep up. Thatâs the point.â
âThey could endanger the other recruits. Or get themselves killed... This is not...â
âNicholas.â Crys interrupted the man. âThere are things in life that words can never teach, right now they need to learn this to survive. Itâs important. Because somethingâs about happen, itâs in the air, in this town... And once it does... Itâs a point of no return. If theyâre not ready then, if we are not ready...â
âBoss?â Nick mumbled.
âIâll make sure they understand the risks.â Crys exhaled sharply through her nose. âTrust me.â
Nicholas flinched at the words. They were voiced in the form of a simple request, but there was a weight underneath them as though sheâd had just asked him to follow her into war. âYou know I do, Boss.â
âGood.â Crys smiled.
âJust donât go killing off the newbs.â Nick warned. âThat strikes me as a tad bit counter productive.â
Crys laughed. âIâll keep that under consideration, but Iâll make no promises.â She grinned, standing up from her stool and taking the stairs down to the basement.
[Three weeks ago]
âIâm just saying; we donât know who these people really are. They ask us to follow this little girl when we barely know who she or what sheâs capable of...â
âWhat alternative do we have, Ike? Do we lay down and die? No one else has offered up a better solution.â
âIt looks way too good of an opportunity, if you ask me. These people come to your rescue, say theyâre going to help us take back our City; and whatâs in it for th-...â
The man named Ike silenced himself the moment the sound of footsteps echoed from the stairs. Crys made her descent as slow as possible, reading the reactions of the other recruits to her presence. She didnât blame them for the doubt; those men werenât fighters, they were shopkeepers, bakers, farmers... They didnât know what they were doing there, only that they needed to do something. Ike was the oldest of the new recruits, already in his early forties, mistrustful, rough around the edges and a loud mouth for sure, but all in all a good man.
When Crys reached the bottom of the stairs, the training room was dead silent. It wasnât respect; not yet, but apprehension. Theyâd seen very little of her since recruitment, but theyâd heard plenty from their instructors. Crys gestured towards the staircase and a group of cloaked assassins descended after her. âThese men and women,â Crys spoke, indicating the group, âare the last generation of recruits. They followed us out of the forest; most of them straight out of basic training, and have been training under my associates, and myself, for the past three years.â As she spoke, the assassins rid themselves of their cloaks and picked up training weapons as though given a command none of the others had been able to hear. âI brought them in today to show you first hand who and what we are. I could make perfect weapons out of most of you within a yearâs time, but we donât have a year and youâre not killers. For now, your goal is to not become victims... Again... And yes, we can help with that.â
Each of the assassins moved to stand before one of the new recruits, awaiting further instructions, much to the new guysâ confusion.
âIrena,â Crys called, drawing the attention of a short brown haired girl, âswitch with Randall, I want you paired with Ike. I believe fighting you will do his pride a lot of good.â
Irena promptly switched places with her colleague, smiling sweetly at Ike. âEllo, handsome,â she greeted, looking up at the man. Ike towered over the young girl, not to mention he was old enough to be her father.
âTake a good look at the person standing before you. Youâll share a room, meals, bathroom breaks, and youâll train together always from now on. I expect that within a month youâll be giving them a semblance of a challenge.â She pointed at the center of the room, âI want four pairs in the center, show your new partners what youâve learned so far; the rest stand back and observe. Come on, people, move.â
âNicholas,â Crys called as the recruits took positions in the center, âJakeâs on his way over. Send him down when he arrives.â
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It was the middle of the afternoon, so finding the Inn empty upon his arrival was not a complete surprise to Jake, he calmly sat by the bar waiting for someone to show up. Itâd been a while since he had last been there. The night he killed Joffrey. The place was really looking good compared to the mess it was back then.
âHey, Jake!â Nicholasâ voice called out behind him and Jake turned in his seat. âCrys wants to see you, sheâs downstairs with the newbies.â
âNewbies?â Jake questioned with a chuckle, stashing his travel bag behind the bar counter and following Nick down to the basement.
âNewbies. You know, the recruits.â Nick explained. âWe gathered a few since you last came around. Theyâre a bit reluctant to take orders from the blind girl, so...â Nick shrugged as they entered the training room. Jake was surprised that the noise there couldnât be heard from the bar. There were four spars going on at the same time between an experienced assassin and a ânewbieâ, as Nick called them. The only person there seemingly able to keep up with them all was Crys, moving amongst the pairs of fighters and issuing instructions here and there to the recruits.
When Jake approached the center Crys ended the fights with a gesture that prompted the assassins to disarm and subdue their âopponentsâ in a matter of seconds and stand at attention. It was amusing how blatantly clear it was that they had been taking it easy on the newcomers all along; all fights ending with the ânewbiesâ fallen at the assassinsâ feet unarmed. Jake didnât remember ever getting that sort of leniency when he was in training, but he couldnât deny those guys were more organized and focused than he had ever seen them and Jake had to ask himself how long Crys had been planning to move into Blackpond. It just seemed like she had done too good of a job of it for something she had thought up during a particularly disastrous Castle ball. This looked like âyears worth of planningâ work.
âIâm impressed.â He declared, smirking as one of the recruits cursed under his breath, pushing himself up from the ground.
âItâs not much, but itâs a start.â Crys answered with a shrug. âItâs quite... Fortunate... That you decided to show up today though, I was hoping youâd help me out with something. If you have some time to spare, that is.â
âOh well you know me; Iâm always willing to help...â Jake smiled, knowing heâd probably regret saying that soon enough. âWhat do you need me for?â
âWell, Jacob, you see... Those tough guys over there, whom youâve just witnessed get knocked on their asses in less than a full minute, have been wondering whether itâs wise of them to accept training from someone they have never seen in a fight. And now theyâre probably a bit uncomfortable because they thought they had said that behind my back. You have to excuse their naivety... Theyâre still learning.â
âYou want to give them a demonstration.â Jake concluded, nodding his agreement. âWe havenât really sparred in... uhm... Five years? Since Theronâs training, I think, wasnât it?â
âSomething like that.â Crys smiled. âAre you up for it?â
âHow could I possibly deny you the opportunity to beat the crap out of me?â Jake retorted with a laugh. âAre we using real gear, or... The toy swords?â
âUsually Iâd say real gear, but... Iâm afraid Iâd be too tempted to put another mark on that pretty face of yours, so maybe we should disarm ourselves.â Crys suggested, calmly ridding herself of all her weapons as well as the thin leather armor she wore. As Jake began to do the same he saw Nicholas hurry upstairs as though heâd forgotten something. Not paying much attention to the manâs behavior, Jake got rid of his cloak, all his blades, his needles, and even his shirt so that it was clear to those watching he wasnât hiding anything.
âYou might want to put that in your pocket, Jakey.â Crys pointed out, indicating the golden locket hanging over his chest. âYou wouldnât want the chain to break or anything.â
âItâs not going to break, besides... It protects me. I have a feeling Iâm going to need it.â Jake retorted.
âProbably.â Crys snickered, retrieving a pair of wooden fighting sticks about the size of a short one-hand sword and casually tossing them in Jakeâs direction, grabbing another pair for herself. âSo you want to assign points for each hit or should we just keep going until someone says âstopâ?â She asked. âIf I recall correctly you cried last time we did that.â
âYou elbowed me in the n-...â Jake stopped himself from protesting and shook his head, a faint chuckle escaping him. âYou know what... Iâm fine whichever way you want to do this. After all, this is a teaching exercise and these are your recruits, no?â
âFair enough... Until someone says âstopâ. I assume you still remember what happened last time you tried to take it easy on me.â She warned.
Jake laughed softly, indicating the scar above his eye with the end of his left-hand weapon as he replied. âVividly.â He smirked, feeling the weight of the wooden weapons. much lighter that what he was used to. âI havenât used these since basic training. Your father loved smacking us around with these...â
âIf he was still alive he would have given us both real smackdown.â Crys replied severely.
âIâm sure of it.â Jake agreed, assuming a defensive stance. âReady when you are.â He told her, encouraging her to strike first. Just as he said that however, Nicholas came running down into the basement, followed closely by Ali. They both seemed to have ran a good distance straight into the room, not wanting to miss anything. Their arrival distracted Jake from Crys, which resulted in the man being struck painfully in the face by one of her wooden sticks.
Jake groaned as the blow was quite forceful, but he still managed to block the next strike even though his sight actually blurred for a moment. âOw.â He muttered.
âYou said you were ready.â Crys stated simply, a smirk forming across her lips. âHow about now, Jakey? Ready now?â She teased.
Jake replied only with an angry snort as he attacked, the sound of wood colliding over and over again echoed through the basement as the training weapons clashed in mid air. It silenced all other sounds as recruits and assassins alike stopped to watch the spar. Of course the newbies were impressed with the display of skill from both sides, but for the assassins there was more to their interest than simply observing the technique, they knew the history between Jake and Crys, most of it at least, and they were waiting for some form of hell to break loose at any minute.
The fight had started out balanced, and somewhat playful, Jake purposely lowering his guard at times and dodging Crysâ weapons as they slashed dangerously close to his face. It was as if they were putting on a little show. The mood changed rapidly at the first few actual hits though, neither Crys or Jake seemed hindered by the strikes they suffered, instead they seemed to be driven by them. Jake managed to strike Crysâ in her right hand, forcing her to drop one of the weapons. He pushed her left handed weapon to the side with his right and struck her in the stomach with the heel of his boot; in the spot where she had once been stabbed. Crys doubled over, momentarily winded.
âAre you holding back or has Death softened you?â Jake scolded, kicking the fallen training weapon to her as she recovered. âPick it up!â
A few of the assassins flinched at Jakeâs words, but Crys simply laughed as she recovered the training weapon. The fight resumed a bit more intense and Jake was now and again struggling to avoid Crysâ blows; the empath now attacking with furious determination, pushing Jake back step by step while the man just defended her attacks. It soon became clear that Jake was waiting for something, because he abruptly change from just defending to dodging Crysâ attack and then quickly countering with strikes of his own, one of them breaking past her guard and striking her with full force across the face. Jake hesitated, but Crys wasnât so hindered by the blow, quickly retaliating, but quickly striking both of Jakeâs hands, face, and ending the fight by kicking his feet from under him. She straddled him and began to swing her right stick once again towards his face.
âStop.â Jake muttered.
Crys stopped mid-blow, the fighting stick less than an inch from Jakeâs skull, and stood up. She turned away and groaned, spitting a bit of blood on the ground. âYou almost had me; why did you stop?â She questioned.
Jake slowly pushed himself up, stumbling a bit in his step, still feeling the blow to the face. âI didnât stop, I just hesitated. Are you alright? You spat blood.â
âJust a little cut inside my mouth. Not serious.â She muttered, rubbing her left cheek. âIâm gonna bruise though. Hmph.â Heaving a sigh Crys glared in the direction of her assassins. âYou all enjoyed the show? Good; now get your asses back to work.â
She didnât have to ask twice.
âWell that was very entertaining.â Ali smirked. âYou know... Letting off some aggression instead of just using your words... Very healthy.â
Crys shook her head, stopping when the act became painful. âJust... Do me a favor and supervise the pups... I need to rest my head and Iâm sure Jake didnât stop by just so we could beat each other with sticks; as fun as that was.â
Crys walked past Ali and Nick upstairs to the bar and further to the second floor, Jake grabbing his gear and following after her until they reached a large room that had been made into an office. She leaned against the large desk in the center of the room and half smiled. âSo, what brings you?â
âYou sure youâre okay?â Jake questioned again, dropping his weapons and belongings on the corner of the room and throwing his shirt back on.
Crys snorted a laugh. âI can take a beating, Jake. Even more than just a beating. Iâll be okay. Is that why you flinched? You felt bad for hitting me in the face? Wouldnât have stopped you before.â
âI know what you can and canât take. Doesnât mean I still wonât hate seeing you hurt.â
âThen close your eyes.â Crys argued.
Jake sighed. âCrys... Just...â
âIâm serious. It was a spar; you were supposed to hit me and you should have kept hitting me until I said âstopâ. Thatâs what we agreed on, remember? You were supposed to trust me to know my own limits.â
âI trust you completely.â Jake protested. âItâs just not easy for me to keep things separate; especially when I donât know where I stand with you anymore.â
âBack there when you asked if Death had softened me...â She snickered. âThat was the closest to normal Iâve gotten out of you in years. Because you were never afraid to say anything to my face.â
âI said one too many things to your face last time...â Jake mumbled, walking closer to her and gently tracing his fingertips along the forming bruise on her cheek. âI should have never...â He sighed.
âJacob... None of what happened in the desert was your fault. It was mine. You know, you were right; I was doubting myself, I was hiding, I was afraid. No one would have seen it, but you. No one else would have so openly called me out on it... Not like that. And Iâm not... Angry... Not anymore. Because as painful as everything has been in the past three years... The distance has done us both some good.â
âYou think so?â
âI think...â She smiled, leaning into his touch. âI think weâre both very stubborn people and we were so determined to be together that we ignored all the little ways we were hurting each other. I think, I was particularly unfair to you. Cruel at times maybe. Because you are the way you are; you want to fix the world and you want to... Protect... Everything you love and itâs so easy for me to just cling to you when Iâm hurting. It eases the pain, but at the same time it puts this weight on your shoulders that shouldnât be yours to bear.â
Jake sighed softly, leaning into Crys, his hand still holding the side of her face. âI think youâre being too hard on yourself.â
âMaybe. We were kids; practically, when this whole thing started, we didnât know any better, but weâre not kids anymore, Jacob. We know how naive some promises truly are and how horrifying the world can get. We know that we are... No longer the same.â
âLast time we spoke... You said...â
âI said I was done doing âthisâ with you. I am done going around in circles... What we had, to me, is over. Because it has to be. Because it wasnât healthy for either of us. That doesnât mean that we canât or that we shouldnât start over. I never said, and I will never say, that youâre allowed to quit on me.â
âOh...â Jake mumbled.
âYeah... Oh.â Crys laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. âYou do realize I love you, donât you? Idiot.â
Jake smirked, pressing his forehead to hers. âOf course you do, Iâm amazing.â
Crys laughed. âYou didnât hit me in the head that hard, Jakey,â she teased, turning her head and kissing his palm. âBut you do have your moments, love.â
Jake snorted a laugh. âIâll take that compliment.â He lowered his hand from her cheek, frowning at the welt left by the wooden stick. Itâd fade in a few days; he knew, but he didnât like it there.
âDonât worry about it. Iâve had worse.â She whispered. âDo I need to remind you that I actually beat you down there?â
âYou say we should start over. Youâre right. And you know Iâll do whatever you ask me, but donât ask me not to worry. That I canât do.â He said, wrapping his left arm around her waist.
Crys smiled at the words, her fingers toying with a few strands of his hair. âMhm... I know that...â She answered. âHonestly Jake, there are two things I need from you if we are to make this work and I think theyâre simple enough.â She smirked. âEven for you.â
âFair enough. So tell me; what might those things be?â
âFirst and foremost, Jakey; no more running. And no more promises. Do you think you can do that?â
âI think that I can, but I canât promise though.â He snickered.
Crys snorted a laugh, her hand moving from Jakeâs hair to put a firm grip on the manâs chin, locking his eyes with hers. âTake this seriously, Jake.â She warned.
âI always take you seriously.â
âOy, Killer, you in there?â Irvinâs voice called down the hall from the office. The boyâs footsteps drawing near.
âLooks like thatâs your cue, Jakey.â Crys smirked. âOff to save the world and whatever.â
Jake laughed softly under his breath, leaning in and unceremoniously kissing her lips. It caught her off guard and for a split second he thought she might push him away, but she pulled him close instead, her body relaxing into his embrace. Just like that, it was as though Time lost all meaning, and theyâd both been there all along.
âHello?â
The sound of the opening door forced Jake to pull away from Crys, a sigh escaping his nostrils at the awkward silence that lingered in the room.
âIâm interrupting something?â Irvin mumbled sheepishly. âThe barkeep said I could just come up.â
Crys snorted a laugh. âSure he did.â
Irvin looked from Crys to Jake with a curious look in his eyes. âI donât wanna rush you, Killer, but did you ask her? We have to go back soon.â
âNo, Kid, just... give us a couple more minutes... Iâll be right down.â
âKay, sure.â Irvin answered, hurrying out of the office and down the stairs.
âNick must be really curious to send the kid up here like that.â Crys chuckled. âSo, what were you supposed to ask me?â
Jake shook his head, amused at Irvinâs obvious embarrassment, but also a bit annoyed at the interruption. âRight, right... You distracted me.â He snickered. âUhm... My birthdayâs coming up and... I need your help throwing a surprise party.â
âYouâre... Surprising yourself?â Crys laughed. âI donât think thatâs how it works.â
âNooo...â Jake laughed out. âItâs for Ess. You know, we never knew what her birthday was growing up so... I sort of shared mine. I havenât really celebrated my birthday in years, but since we now found each other again... You know... Maybe a party is due.â
âHm... I seee... So weâre doing this for that sister you never once mentioned in all these years weâve known each other.â Crys asked, her tone slightly severe.
âYeah, I know, Iâm sorry about that.â
âPlease, Jakey, I know why you never told me. You know I would have dragged your ass to Newhaven the moment I found out. I still canât get it in my head that if it wasnât for Mageria you might not have ever looked for her.â
âI would have, Crys. I know, I would have. It just happened the way it did, alright?â Jake muttered.
âRemember what you said, back in the desert, when you told me I was hiding, that I was afraid to take action... You told me that itâs stupid to sit around and expect Fate to deliver. That we have to go after what we want. Remember that?â
âI thought about it and I did, in a way, look while I was in Newhaven...â He started, leaning against the desk beside Crys. âWhen I was living there, I looked for her in every person I passed on the street. I told myself I might not know her face, but Iâd know it was her when I saw her... I know her eyes... And I looked. I just... I didnât track her down, because that I didnât have the courage to do, but I did look for her. I did want to see her again. I just... I told myself that since I was dead, she would have been over me, that she was okay without me, that it was better if I didnât...â
Crys reached for Jakeâs hand and give it a comforting squeeze. âI know Jakey.â
âI know I was wrong, that both our lives might have been a lot better if I had found her then, but I was afraid. I knew I wasnât going to be the man Jess and I wanted me to be. The man I told her I would be. I was afraid sheâd... Look at me and... Sheâd be disappointed. Sheâd turn me down. And I know itâs not reasonable, or fair, of me to feel that way, but I did. And I know that she feels that too, that she worries I might one day look at her differently and leave her. That she still fears that now and... I think, I just want to show her that sheâs not alone and that no matter what sheâll never be alone again. Because she doesnât have just me anymore. You know?â
âI know. Weâll just need to make this party extra special then, wonât we?â Crys smiled. âAfter all, sheâs family; yours and mine, and family always deserves the best.â
âExactly.â Jake smiled. âSo youâll help then?â
âOh, you can count me in. Absolutely.â She nodded along to her words. âNow you better be off and I should go back to my recruits... They require a lot of work still.â She kissed his cheek and smirked. âAnd the worldâs not gonna save itself, is it?â
[Otium 17 - Early Evening]
They had made progress. More so, they had become an unit, still Crys couldnât shake the fear that these people were far from prepared for what they might have to face. She wasnât even sure she knew what there was to face in the first place. Idly she paced the training room, walking amongst the pairs of fighters, taking note of the sounds of their footsteps, the clashing of their training weapons, their heart rates, breathing... She was pleased at how they had become more focused, calmer, more precise, but it wasnât enough.
Crys rose her hand and the pairs ceased fighting, standing at attention. She walked to the weapon racks and pulled two short blades, dropping them in the center of the room. âEnough playing with toy swords. One of you, pick those up.â She commanded, drawing her Sai. âCome on.â
No one moved at first. It was clear no one wanted to fight Crys; even less using real blades. It was Irena who made the first move and stepped forth to pick up the swords. âShall we fight, Boss?â The girl asked.
âGive one to your partner, youâre a team, no?â Crys smiled.
âWhat?â Ike muttered, glaring daggers at Irena as he took the sword from her.
âAre you afraid, Ikey?â The girl grinned. âWeâre fighting two against one after all... I promise Iâll protect you?â
âIâm not afraid.â The man snorted. âI just donât appreciate having decisions made for me, alright?â
âIâll take that under consideration next time, Ikey-Wikey.â Irena playfully cooed at the older man.
âA bit late for that now, so why donât you step forward? The sooner we begin the sooner itâll be over.â Crys stated calmly. âDo you think the people who murdered your brother did so fighting with sticks, Ike? If you canât pick up a blade youâll never be able to stand up and fend for yourself. If youâre afraid to bleed a little, then trust me; youâre going to die out there. I donât take kindly to that idea. Iâm your Instructor after all. If you fail, I fail. And I hate failure.â
Ike was momentarily stunned at Crysâ words, his body tensed for a moment, fist clenching around the hilt of the sword, but after a moment it passed and the man nodded calmly to the blind assassinâs words. âYes, Boss.â
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[Ravenâs Nest, Otium 13 - Night]
Luckas was standing by the oak, back resting against the trunk of the tree, eyes fixed at some random spot in the distance he wasnât exactly paying attention to. The afternoon after the eclipse was spent in the forest with Stalker, both hunting and thinking things over. Something was off in what had happened and Luckas had his suspicions as to what that could be. The truth was though, that he didnât want to think about it. After both himself and the wolf had gotten a good deal of exercise Luckas found and shot a small wild boar, dragging the animal back to camp and occupying himself with skinning and gutting the animal; a task made rather difficult by Stalker constantly poking his nose trying to snatch himself some innards or a hunk of meat. It was only after Luke had given in and let the wolf have the boarâs heart that he was able to work in peace. So, as the sun was almost about to set, he rested under the shadows of the tree as the pork roasted over the fire. Heâd not seen Ess since he made off into the forest with Stalker, but he was sure she would turn up soon and didnât think it was necessary to go find her... At least not yet. Besides, even a psychotic stalker can enjoy having a quiet moment to himself from time to time.
âMister Aiden been looking for that, you know.â A curious voice sounded in Lukeâs ears causing him to look around a couple of times in confusion until he caught sight of Lily standing there pointing at the crossbow that lay at his feet.
âYou donât say. Well...â Luckas pushed himself away from the tree and crouched down to the girlâs eye level. âWhen you next see Beast Boy, you can tell him heâs more than welcome to come and get it.â He spoke, smirking deviously at the girl momentarily before standing up and leaning back against the tree. âIsnât it past your bedtime or something, Miss Lily? When the sun goes away... thatâs when the monsters come out of the shadows looking for pretty little girls, much like yourself... And they grind their bones to make bread... Itâs quite tasty, Iâve heard.â
The girl simply chuckled at Luckas, occupying herself with scratching behind Stalkerâs ears, the wolf more than happy with the attention. âJason says thatâs just a story, you canât make bread with bones.â
âNo, but you can try... Maybe no one told the monsters that and thatâs why they keep trying.â Luckas replied with a snicker.
âYouâre silly.â Lily answered, looking up at Luckas and giggling as Stalker whined at her for more scritches.
âHave I not mentioned, Miss Lily? I am quite a gifted fool; everyone always tells me so.â Luckas snickered.
âHave you got any more?â She asked, a bit excitedly.
âMore what?â Luckas asked, sincerely confused by what the girl was referring to exactly.
âStories, silly. Do you know any more?â Lilyâs expression turned into a very accurate impersonation of Mageriaâs severe glare. âYou promised a story if you were still here, remember? And youâre here.â
âAh.â Luckas arched an eyebrow at the girl and nodded. âMost of my stories are not for little girls, Miss Lily. Iâm not sure I have any more to tell, to be honest.â
âWhyyy?â Lily asked, seeming even more curious now. âAre they scary? I wonât be scared, no oneâs checked my bed for monsters in almost a year!â
âAlmost a year, eh?â Luckas asked, amused. âIâm sure you are very brave, little Miss, but I still think itâs best if we save the monster stories for when youâre a bit older.â
âDoesnât have to be a monster story, can be any story.â The girl argued, smiling at Luckas.
âHmm... I donât know...â Luckas mumbled, finding it a bit difficult to just say no to the kid, after all; he did promise. A promise is a promise.
âPleease Mister Luckas... Just one story... Doesnât even have to be a very big story... Can be a really little one.â She insisted, Stalker emitting a few sympathetic whines, staring up at Luckas with his big dark puppy eyes. âYou said you would.â
Luckas ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling up his dark locks a few times as he sighed softly and muttered. âAlright, youâre right, I did promise... One little story, and thatâs it, okay?â
âOkay!â Lily exclaimed, bouncing excitedly and starting to run off. âIâll go tell everyone!â
âWait... Everyone? What...â Luckas mumbled, still scratching the back of his head in confusion as he watched Lily run off to gather all the children.
âSo much for enjoying a quiet moment.â Luckas muttered to himself as all the kids gathered around Essâ campfire, oddly quiet as they sat in a semicircle, facing the oak and staring at him in wait. Lily and Jason were the only kids that had ever been brave enough to interact with Luckas on their own. The others were always sheltered by their little pack. Most of their names Luke had never really bothered to learn. Not only the children, but Puppy, Ward, and a few of the guard had stopped to listen in; seemed as though Lily had really told EVERYONE.
Stalker remained seated at Lukeâs side as he stood against the tree, in the same spot, silently looking around as if in search of something, almost as if he didnât notice there were other people there. This went on for a good while, until some of the kids were already on the last of their restraint and starting to exchange curious whispers amongst themselves. Finally Luckas moved, rather abruptly as if he was snapping out of a trance. âAlright!â He exclaimed, bouncing for a couple of steps and dropping down onto the ground to sit facing the children. âLetâs get this over with, shall we?â He started, picking up a twig that was lying beside him on the ground and calmly waiting while Stalker sniffed his way around the group of children and finally settled down beside him. âFirst some ground rules: Donât interrupt me, if you have questions save them for later, if you get bored or frightened, just get up and leave, if you get thirsty, hungry, sleepy, or need to go pee pee, find someone from the Guard, because Iâm not going to help you with that. Are we clear? Good.â He smiled as the kids nodded their agreement, idly tracing lines on the ground with the twig heâd picked up. âThere are sixteen deities in Valcrest mythology; deities means âGodsâ for those of you who donât know the word, and mythology is a fancy name for âstories about Godsâ. Anywho... There are sixteen Gods, Mother and Father and their fourteen Twins. The Myths are filled with pretty stories that teach important life lessons to little kids and most adults would tell you one of those, but... I think you guys arenât too young to learn a little about Lady Death. Most people still think that the best way to deal with Death is to pretend itâs not out there, and not talk about it unless they have to, but one of my favorite stories when I started reading the myths was about how humans were given the gift of mortality. See, back when the Twins first came to Valcrest and one by one they granted humans their gifts, people had never truly known Death. Even though all her siblings had given gifts, except for Life but weâre not talking about him; thatâs a different story, Death refused to give the humans any gift. She said people werenât ready for what she had to give, that they wouldnât like it, but the humans were greedy and they were curious to know what Deathâs gift was, so they insisted. One young man in particular, letâs call him Lionel, spent a lot of his time attempting to reason with Death and convince her to grant humans her gift. He insisted so much and for so long that one day Death finally gave in and told Lionel to bring his whole family and meet her in this nearby cave at nightfall. Lionel agreed, so as night came he and his family walked to the cave where Death said she would be waiting for them. As soon as they entered they saw Death, and in front of her there was a wooden table, on the table there was an hourglass filled with golden sand. âThis is my giftâ, Death said, pointing at the hourglass. Lionel and his family were confused, they had been given time already. When they questioned Death, the Goddess smirked and explained that time wasnât the gift; the humans had all the time they needed, and the hourglass itself also wasnât the gift. Since they still looked confused she explained that she and Brother Time had crafted that hourglass and that it didnât mark the passing of time like a normal hourglass, but in a way only she herself would understand. Death looked straight into Lionelâs eyes and asked if he was absolutely sure he wanted the gift; she reminded him of all the warnings she had given and repeated that they wouldnât like it. Lionel held Deathâs gaze, and persisted. He wanted the gift. So... Death flipped the hourglass. At first nothing happened, the golden sand stayed in the top half of the hourglass, not a single grain dropped as if Time had frozen still. Then Death smiled and explained that from the moment she had flipped the hourglass, time had become limited for all creatures in Valcrest and every time a grain of the golden sand dropped it meant someoneâs time had run out. Then she told Lionel that he had been given pretty much everything and instead of enjoying what he had he chose to spend his time chasing after yet another gift, not caring what it actually was and that the time he wasted would never come back. That her gift to mankind was to simply make it so everything else they were given was fully appreciated. Her gift to humanity was to allow them to look at the world bearing the knowledge that nothing lasts forever. She then told Lionel that she had asked him to bring his family so that they could pass along the message. When Death finished her explanation, a moment of silence passed and then... The first grain of golden sand dropped, and as it hit the bottom of the hourglass Lionel also dropped, lifeless, to the floor. Death then told Lionelâs family that the hourglass didnât mark the passing of time like a normal hourglass; there was no way to predict when another grain of Golden Sand would drop. From that moment on the human race came to know Death.â Luckas went silent for a moment, smirking slightly as he looked over the children one by one. âA lot of people, over the years, since the Twins left Valcrest have searched the land for Deathâs cave believing that the hourglass is still there. They believed that if they could break it, they could make the human race immortal again.â
Essence had spent most of her day occupied with the normal routines of training. There was nothing really special about her day for the most part. It was when she had been soaking her feet in the river, that she heard the whispers and chatter of the children. Something had peeked their curiosity in a such a way, that their excitement spread amongst them like a common cold. Tala was lying in the tall grass, Beo and Ward rolling around beside her in a playful battle for dominance. Each time one would conquer and tackle the other it never lasted more than a few seconds before the one at a disadvantage, would wiggle away. Eventually the brotherâs rough and chaotic attacks spilled over their mother, Tala seeming barely phased even though they managed to knock her over. Still, the mother wolf just sat there, reacting as if mere flys were buzzing around her head. Occasionally she snapped in the direction of one of her boys, but mostly her ears were perked on alert, listening to the winding down movements of the camp. Ess picked up her feet and stood, grabbing her boots in one hand as someone called to the rusty colored wolf. All three froze, halting their current play before sprinting after the voice. Ess just shrugged and followed from a distance, lazily dragging her feet along the cool shards of grass.
When Essence realized she was being led back to her camp, along with some other men and women of the guard, a mischievous smile traced her lips. Tala and her boys had settled along the tree line where the fire light reached while Ess quietly left her boots beside them and slinked around the shadows to a tree with low branches and shimmied up them. That was when she heard Luckas begin his story. She ever so silently positioned herself adjacent to her Oak tree where she sat along a sturdy branch, dangling her legs so that they were the only thing one could see; the rest of her form hidden in shadow. Ess didnât move while she and the others listened attentively to Luckasâ words on Lady Death and the curious story of the hourglass. She honestly couldnât remember hearing it before. It took her back to the nights she would harass her father for stories of her mother but this was different. Still, a childlike awe was frozen upon her face until the moment Luckas paused, Ess rushing to be the first to ask a question before even the children, startling some below her when discovering her presence.
â...If someone were to break the hourglass, why would that make us immortal again? If each spec of golden sand represents one of us, then wouldnât we all meet Lady Death at the same time? Wouldnât that be like, ending the world?â
âMaybe thatâs why no one has found it.â Lily chimed in.
Essence laughed. âOh really?â
âYes, really!â The girl chimed in, standing tall as she spoke. âMaybe someone hid it so that will never happen.â
Some of the other children began agreeing, chatting among themselves until Jason spoke causing the others to fall silent. â...What is done...can not be..undone...If there are people who think they can change it back, then that is just..crazy.â
Luckas was startled for a moment, his thoughts still in the story and the theme behind it. His first instinct was to look for Ess at the sound of her voice, looking upwards and leaning back so that he was nearly lying down on the ground as he stared, amusement in his expression as her question turned into a little debate. He waited until Jason had spoken and a few moments more before finally speaking his mind, shrugging as he scratched Stalker behind the ears. âThe hourglass is supposed to represent boundaries, Lady. The amount of sand contained inside a glass is something that can be measured, as opposed to the amount of sand contained... Well... Everywhere else. If it canât be counted, itâs technically infinite. Like the stars. So, the belief behind the search for the hourglass is that if you break the glass and scatter the sand, our time on this plane becomes infinite again.â He paused, going into another brief moment of thought before nodding. âJason has a point though, these things canât be undone... Not in the literal sense anyways. And if someone was to believe the myths to be true, several of them mention that something created by the hands of the Gods canât be broken. So even if someone could find the hourglass; if it was actually in a cave somewhere, it couldnât be broken. It would just be a constant reminder that people everywhere are dying.â Luke chuckled, shaking his head. âThen, denial is the first stage of grief for a reason, a great part of humanity has been unable to move on for a very long time.â
Several things went through Essenceâs mind at the same time. Many of which she did not voice as she glanced around at the childrenâs faces, wondering if this was even an appropriate story topic. It was unavoidable though. Death was a part of life. Ess sighed, a grumble of sorts coming from above before she pushed herself off the branch to land just beside Luckasâ feet. â...Like we need a reminder that people are dying..â She breathed, her voice not carrying to where the children sat. Clearing her throat she spoke up this time. âI donât think itâs denial. We see death every day. We eat the deer and the rabbit and they have to die in order for us to live, no? People grow old and pass on.â
âRight...everyone will die one day.â Jason added, wrapping a comforting arm around Lily as her eyes widened at the thought. Ess turned so she was facing the girl, kneeling down to sit beside her. â..For every death...every time a soul leaves this land, another one is born. Another life enters in itâs place. When you grow up Lily, one day, you will have children and I believe, in a way, that is the loophole to mortality. I believe that we carry those lives inside us and pass them down to our children and our childrenâs children and thus, we are still immortalized in a way. In a way, we still live forever. We take the good and the bad; the beauty and ugliness with us, just like stories you read in a book.â Ess paused, smiling at Lily, brushing her bangs from her face. âBut that is just what I belive, Lily. The purpose of this is for you to think of what you believe too. But if you think too much you may never fall asleep, hmm?â Essâ internal voice continued on in her personal rant, her eyes moving past the girl and staring off into empty space. 'Maybe, they are the shadows we love and fear. Maybe those shadows are the souls of generations past...watchingâŠ.waiting. A reminder that they are apart of us and always with us..' Ess was startled out of her mini trance to two tiny arms strangling her in a tight hug, muttering her goodnights as some of the other guardsmen were trying to coax the children to turn in for the evening.
âGood night Miss Ess! You did a real good job of talking about heaven...I think. Where we go after we die to see our family again.â Lily smiled brightly, running over towards Luckas to say her good nights, Ess only realizing what she was doing when she was just out of armâs reach, a surprised expression crossing her face.
Luckas didnât do more than mumble under his breath here and there while Ess spoke. He knew well enough that it wouldnât be very appropriate to speak his mind about some things in front of the kids. So he kept to himself, doodling on the dirt with the stick he still held in his hand for some random reason, his expression seeming a bit confused as he seemed to be thinking hard on what he was hearing. Shaking his head as though arguing with himself Luke stood, wiping the dirt from his pants as he casually checked on the pork that was roasting over the fire. He was turning away from the fire pit when he caught Lily running at him for a hug. Luke stepped back, nearly tripping over the fire, but catching his balance as he held the girl back with a gesture. Crouching down to the girlâs eye level, Luckas smiled and said something to her in a whisper, winking playfully. Whatever he said wiped the confusion from the girlâs face and caused a short burst of giggles. âNight, silly!â Lily exclaimed, ruffling Lukeâs hair and running off to join the other children. Luckas snickered as he watched the kids wander off to retire for the night, his smile fading to a more contemplative expression as he wondered if maybe he should have chosen a different story. Returning to his usual spot by the oak, he sat heaving a small sigh, eyeing Ess curiously as he spoke. âYou know, your speech might have killed the point of my story, but that was probably for the best anyway. I shouldâve probably gone for something more traditional and boring like... pffft... Dragons and knights and whatever... Lily kind of caught me off guard though and I suppose Death is just what comes naturally.â
Essence quirked a brow at Luckas when he managed to thwart Lilyâs attempt at a hug, wondering what he had said to her to make her giggle and run off. Gradually her expression softened to a more defensive, perplexed frown. âI thought it was a good story, Luckas. I thought you made many points in it, but not all I felt like bringing up in front of the kids. At least not Lily.â Ess sighed, turning to stand in search of her boots she had left behind. âIâll stay quiet next time...Hmph..â She groaned, noting that one boot was now missing and when she stepped into the shadows in search for it she found Beoâs snout burrowed deep into the leather. Instead of snapping her fingers or calling his name to grab his attention, Essence casually tip toed around the wolf, tackling Beo from behind, the wolfâs snout falling further into the boot so now it was wedged over his face. Beo whined, rolling over in an attempt to pry the boot from his face. She laughed at the confused yet sweet look in his eyes as she reached over and scratched under his chin before tugging the boot free from her furry friend. âMineâŠâ
Luckas snickered simply as Ess said sheâd stay quiet next time. âWell, I donât really plan on there being a next time, but if there were to be a next time, know that thatâs not what I meant, and if I had meant it like that, I honestly doubt you would actually stay quiet. Personally, I think the point of stories is to say difficult things in a way that kids will understand when they think back on them years later, but if we were to get into what points a story like this brings up theyâd probably handle it better than most adults we know. Thatâs one of the reasons kids annoy me much less than adults do.â Luckas shrugged, standing up from his seat and picking up the crossbow he had left in the ground, disappearing with it in the bushes for a while as he continued. âMiss Lily will grow up eventually, I like the thought of her looking back on this as a nice reminder of a time when stories were just stories and nothing more.â He added, returning to his spot under the shadows of the oak, now empty handed and snickering under his breath as he leaned against the tree. He stood in silence for a moment, once again lost in a moment of thought. âIâm curious though, Lady. How do you see Deathâs gift? From what you said it still seems to me like youâre also trying to find immortality in some way, even if not literal, but maybe I just didnât understand all that well.â
Essence sighed, nodding some as Luckas spoke before turning back to sit by the fire. She stirred the coals as if contemplating to add more wood to the flames. âIs..it wrong of me...to want her to keep her innocence as long as possible?â Ess whispered. â..Until there is a reason to shatter her sweetnessâŠâ She paused, smiling as the wolfs settled down at her feet, resting their heads upon their paws to also stare into the firelight. â..Death is suppose to be a release. It is a blessing, a gift but also a curse. In one light, it ends suffering and pain. In another, it is the central cause of it all. But isnât that what being human is? Living and enduring pain? Itâs a balance. For something to live something else must die. If we were immortal, then those who are trulyâŠâEvil' would be left to roam the land and never stopâŠâ Essence choked, as if something were momentarily stuck in her throat before she continued. â..Which is why those who I have...hunted...do not go easily...They donât deserve that release. Eventually though it becomes apparent that their death is not about how their suffering comes to an end...but sparing someone else that torment.â
Looking up from the flames, the light dancing in her pupils, she stared over a Luckas. âSome days I want that release...some days I fear it. Itâs not even the dying the scares me...Itâs if my death would matter...and I donât know what is more scary. If it were to matter or not. Iâve felt both. One is empty and painful and the other is just agonizing, but not empty.â A sweet smile spread across her lips as she reached down to run her fingers between Talaâs ears. âLike I said...it was a good story, my dear Luckas.â
âI never said you were wrong, Lady, but I think sometimes you mistake innocence with ignorance... I canât blame you, thereâs a very fine line between one and the other that makes it pretty difficult to tell the difference.â Luckas replied calmly, his eyes glancing at his surroundings as he heard movement in the shadows just out of the firelightâs reach, noting that Stalker was nowhere to be seen. âIf I believed I had the right to want anything for those kids, Iâd want them to not look at death as a release from life, or a punishment for people who donât deserve life, or a journey; the end or the beginning of one, doesnât matter. Iâd want them to see death for its actual purpose; which is to make it so our time actually means something. Have you ever thought to yourself, or said the words ânow or neverâ? What meaning would they have if time wasnât an issue? What would it matter what you do today, or tomorrow, if you have countless todays and tomorrows to actually make something of yourself? I think the simplest way to be optimistic is to understand that we are born and we die and everything else in between will either count for something or not depending on our actions. If I were to wish anything for Miss Lily, it would be that. Because that is a view on life that may actually not disappoint her completely once sheâs old enough to notice just how often shit happens.â Luckas sighed and fell silent for a few moments, listening in on the ruffling in the bushes and wondering what Stalker was up to that was making so much noise. âI donât want to die, Lady, now more than ever I donât want to die, but Death by itself will never scare me. Not enough time, not enough said and done, maybe, but not Death. Death is a certainty, Life is doubt; itâs Life that will always scare me most.â As he finished speaking the sound of a low growl caught Lukeâs attention and he spotted Stalker waking into the lit area of the camp, slowly dragging the crossbow Luckas had just taken the time to hide in the woods. âAw, damn it... That wasnât for you to find, Stalker.â Luckas frowned at the wolf, unable to actually hold a severe expression for too long. âThatâs not for you.â He repeated, crouching to poke the wolfâs snout playfully. âNot. For. You.â Turning his attention from the wolf and back to Ess Luckas added. âTell me something, Lady... Do you believe our time together would really be as meaningful if we werenât absolutely certain it will eventually end?â
Ess snorted somewhere in between annoyance and amusement, â...I know plenty of ignoranceâŠâ Her tone carried a bit of bitterness as she thought on those words as if she held personal resentment towards it like it were a person. A subtle ache crept from her belly to her chest, remembering how often she thought of both innocence and ignorance when she use to look at Jake when they were young. Shaking her head she brought her focus back on the present. âMaybe I am not explaining myself in the correct way...I think I agree with you..in many ways. Yet, I am unsure how to answer your question. I donât deny all things come to an end and I donât try to pretend they donât. With that said, I also donât sit here and dwell on how it will end and that is not why I hold certain moments so dear. I feel things are as meaningful as we make them if we had all the time in the world or not. It is true though...people tend to waste less time when they live in the moment and not...for it.â Essâ voice faded as she thought outloud, not purposely trying to hide her words but at the same time not trying to let the world hear her either. â...Maybe thatâs my problem..â Essence stood, leaning towards the boar that was still hoisted over the fire and closed her eyes, breathing deeply the aroma. âNo. I donât think our time together would be less meaningful if we didnât know one day it would end. I do think things are a bit more appreciated, to know it wasnât all a dream..even if it feels like it can be..â Opening her eyes again she smiled. âWhy so interested in what I think, hm? What do you think?â
Luckas nodded as he listened to what Ess had to say although, as usual, he wasnât sure how much of it he actually understood. He didnât think it was worth to keep disagreeing on the matter, because when it came to Death it actually didnât matter. âI already said what I think; death in itself is necessary. If people truly understood its purpose and were actually able to see how precious time actually is I think not nearly as much of it would have been wasted fighting over nothing. And when have I ever been anything less than interested in your opinions, Lady? I usually prefer listening to your opinions than my own... And I canât say that about most people.â
Luckas took a few moments to silently scratch behind Stalkerâs ears. âI donât think anything in life would hold the same meaning if it could last forever. Itâs like saying a loaf of bread has the same value to a nobleman who has never known hunger than to a kid who has to risk his life on the streets for said bread. Sure itâs the same bread, it tastes the same, but itâs worth a hundred times more for someone who knows what itâs like to not see proper food in weeks. Looking back to the story, if that Lionel guy knew that his time was ending, would he have felt it was worth spending chasing after something that may possibly be unpleasant to him? He was warned that he wouldnât like what he would get, he insisted because he believed there was nothing to lose.â
[The Manor, Otium 18 - Early morning]
Luckas groaned as something collided forcefully with his ribs. He rolled around into fetal position and muttered at whatever it was to piss off, only fully waking up with the sharp pain of someoneâs boot striking the middle of his back.
âI said get your ass off the fucking floor!â
Luckas vaguely recognized the male voice, opening one eye to see the redhead boy whoâd accompanied him to the Ball. âFuck off Amber.â
Amber responded by kicking him again. âI can do this all day, fuckface.â
âFine.â Luckas snorted, sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck. âGive me a moment.â He groaned, pushing himself up. It had just dawned on him heâd spent the night in the hall outside Samâs door. Her door still closed behind Amberâs back.
âDonât even think about it. Sammyâs resting and you absolutely canât see her.â She silenced Luckas with a dangerous glare before he had the chance to argue. âNo. I donât care what you said, or what you did, Dickhead... Hereâs what I do know; you hurt her. Sheâs hurt. So you donât decide when you see her. You donât camp outside her door. And you donât whine for her to forgive you, you pathetic little shit. Sheâll come to you whenever the fuck sheâs good and ready.â
Luckas flinched at Amberâs behavior. She was serious; one hundred percent serious. Luckas didnât think heâd ever seen her utter more than a sentence without breaking out in giggles. âI...â
âOne more thing, Bitchface... Whatever it is you said; or did, she wouldnât say and I donât want to know... If you do it again... So help me, Iâll destroy everything you hold dear in every single way imaginable and I have a fucking vivid imagination. Iâd probably start off with that little birdie Marcus has caged in the city. See what your Lady thinks of you if I send a Ravenâs head to her with your name on it, Lukey.â
Lukeâs fists clenched so tight his nails sank into his palms, but his voice remained calm as he answered. âThat threat is... Unnecessary.â He muttered.
âOh, I donât think it is.â Amber snorted. âSee, Lukey, Iâm a free spirit... I like to go along with whatever Life throws at me. Iâm not easily affected by things. So believe me when I say; you are far from seeing me angry. Iâm as tolerant of your shit as Sammy is; for the most part. I keep you alive, I protect you from Zeke, all... Well, partly because itâs fun, but for the most part because itâs what she wants. The moment that changes... Youâre gonna have problems like youâve never had before; are we clear?â
âVery.â Luckas muttered.
âGood.â Amber smiled sweetly. âYou have a pretty face, Iâd be sad if I had to tear it off.â
âI donât believe that for a second.â
âLove ya too, Lukey.â
âTell me something.â
âOkay... So this one time, Lizzy and I sneaked into Amaraâs room with a bucket of pig tripe and some rope and...â
âNo... Amber... I have a question!â
âOh. Why didnât you just say that?â She frowned. âWell, your loss. That was a good story.â
Luckas groaned under his breath, starting to walk off towards the opposite end of the hall. âWhy are you and Sammy so close? What are you to her?â
âWho am I? Thatâs an awfully personal question, donât you think, Lukey? I mean, I think if I told you that I might have to kill you... Okay, maybe I wouldnât have to, but I might want to... Are you sure you really want to know?â
âYes, I want to know.â
Amber glared intensely at Luckas, not in anger like before, but in a more inspecting way. âAlright,â she agreed, grabbing Luckas by the front of his shirt and dragging him along to her room, closing the door behind them. âYou can sit anywhere, if youâre brave enough.â
Amberâs room was, for the most part, a mess of empty and half empty vials, assorted blades and suspicious stains. Upon entering Luckas immediately gagged as a pungent smell of rot invaded his senses. âWhat the hell is that stench?â
âHm. Good question.â Amber mumbled, pulling a box from under her bed and rummaging through it. âThe fish are still fresh, so it canât be that. Unless thereâs some leftover from the last batch... Sometimes Seth comes in here and drags one under the bedside table.â
âFis-...â Luckas began to mumble, noting the bucket of fish placed by the door as though that was a perfectly normal place to keep fish. âOf course.â
Amber didnât seem to give the smell any more thought and simply continued searching the box until she pulled out a file bound in leather. âHere.â
âWhat is that?â
âMy file. All Branded have one.â She answered, matter-of-factly as she flipped through it. âI stole mine about two years ago after I remembered some things from before. Sammy let me keep it.â She pulled a sheet of parchment from the middle of it and handed it to Luckas. âRead this.â
I, Amber Jacobson, hereby declare that I have requested and chosen to undergo the process of Imprinting with full understanding that it is a painful, possibly lethal, and irreversible procedure.
I have been fully informed of, and agreed to undergo, the process of âconditioningâ for a period of time seen fit by my handler. I have been fully informed of, and agreed to pledge my allegiance and my Life to, this Brotherhood.
At the end of the note there was the date Amberâs signature.
âNot all of us have had a choice, of course, but those who seek out The Order or request an Imprint, have to write down one of these.â Amber said, taking the document back from Luckas. âYou want to know my story, Lukey? I was born in Newhaven, my mother was a... âservantâ... in the house Sammyâs dear olâ Dad owned there. See that man, he was not one to respect the Brotherhoodâs customs. Once one of the Masterâs children manifests an enlightenment he is not supposed to produce any more. Dear olâ Dad though found it simpler to just get rid of his little buggers once they were out instead of just... preventing them. Thus, I was not supposed to be alive. However, my mother had more than one. And when the executioners came she picked one at random and hid. That was me. My poor little brother didnât quite have my luck. He was crier, and so it would be pointless to hide him. I was snucked out somehow... Bounced around from shit hole to shit hole... As the children of nobodies tend to do... And at age ten I ended up here... in the lower levels, wearing grey.â Amber put her file away and sat on her bed, staring up at Luckas without any trace of any discernible human emotion. âThings happened to me, as you know they do, down there. I toughed it out sometimes... I fought back others... One particular time it got really bad. I already told you this part. I bit back, thought I was gonna die, but I woke in the sick ward and Sammy was there. She says... She says she saw me and she knew. She knew who I was. She said she felt responsible for me.... That she owed me a life. Any life I wanted.â
âAnd this is what you chose?â Luke questioned.
âIn a manner of speaking.â Amber shrugged. âShe asked me what I wanted. Anything. I said I wanted to be someone; anyone, else. She said she could do that, but I needed to be sure. She explained what Imprinting was, what it entailed, that it might kill me. I had nothing better to do with my life. What else would I ask for? Iâm perfectly content to serve the Order Lukey. I was never forced into this. I chose. Good thing I did, because clearly Sammy needs me.â
âSo you and Sammy are...â
âSisters. Yes.â Amber snorted. âNo one knows, not even Zeke, and no one is to know. Needless to say Iâll consider you personally responsible if word gets around.â
âFar from me to let that happen.â Luke said, frowning at her threat. âDo all Branded have files like that?â
âWell... Most do. You and Matthew, however... Iâm afraid not. Sammy destroyed your files while she was trying to hide you from Dad. You were both thoroughly erased from the Orderâs records.â She smirked. âTrust me; I looked.â
âIf your father was Sammyâs father that means...â
âMy blood was tainted; yes. My chances of surviving the imprint were only a little bit above zero and the process was not without risks for her either because of that. As Iâve said before, Sammy saved my life. She says sheâs responsible for me, but not the way I see it. She could have left me to die. I wouldnât have blamed her.â
âDoesnât it affect you then; this illness?â
âNo. The Imprint changes your blood, Luckas. Iâm no longer tainted, and Iâd appreciate it if you never bring that up again.â She muttered.
âFine. Sorry.â Luke chuckled, holding up his hands. âI wonât bring it up again.â
âGood. If you know all you wanted to know, Lukey... Piss off, will ya? I have some fun things to do that in no way involve you.â
Luckas snorted, turning and leaving the room immediately. Once in the hall he took a long deep breath, glancing at Samâs end of the hall, but eventually heading for the stairs. He needed to walk.
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[Desert, Otium 18 - Early Morning]
âWhy do we wear red, little brother?â
Dastan mumbled his answer, his voice muffled by warm sand.
âWhat was that?â
The six year old pushed himself to his hands and knees, repeating his answer as he got back on his feet, wooden sword tightly wrapped by a clenched fist. âWarriors bleed.â
âWarriors bleed.â Tarek repeated. âBut we never let it show.â
Blades sang as they sliced open the air in the arena, steel clashing into living darkness as two mirrored warriors danced around each other in the sand. Every move Dastan made was mirrored by his shadow, and its dark blades posed an impenetrable obstacle for the mercenaryâs relentless strikes.
Despite the fear that had plagued the Crimson Shadowsâ encampment after the Eclipse, some of the bravest younglings had posted themselves around the training area to watch the manâs âsparâ. Most of them had never seen Dastan wield his blades before, theyâd only heard of his skill, and curiosity spoke to them much louder than fear.
The silence echoing through the empty arena, disrupted only by clashing steel, resonated like an eerie melody; one that only Dastan himself truly knew. It echoed in his bones with each strike of his blade, it coursed through his veins with every beat of his heart. It poured out of him with every single drop of sweat and every ragged breath.
âIâm not ready.â Dastan muttered.
âNeither am I,â Vikram answered, âbut itâs important you learn now. No one lives forever, little brother. One day itâll be me in there. Who will free my spirit then, if not you?â
Dastan swallowed hard and nodded to his brotherâs words. âOkay.â
âItâll be alright, just say it after me.â
Dastan stood awkwardly beside his brother as Vikram raised the torch. Lying motionless in the unlit pyre was their eldest brother. Tarek looked asleep if not for the large brown-ish red taint on his shirt. Vikramâs voice was muffled in the back of Dastanâs mind, drowned out by a persistent ringing that filled his ears and head with a dull ache. Even so, he managed to repeat his brotherâs prayer word for word.
Tarek had bled through in the end. Enough for all to see. And Dastan had always remembered his brother for that one advice: warriors bleed. As for hiding it... Sometimes that just wasnât an option.
Dastan stumbled back as his swords struck the shadowâs blades with a bit too much force, the golem mimicking his moves and taking a couple of clumsy steps back. Dastan lowered his swords for a moment, his eyes flickering back to their usual brown before being overtaken with a thick black fog. The shadowâs void features shifted to ones more resembling that of Dastan, dark orbs flickering back at him amidst his clonesâ dark features. Dastan buried his blades into the soft sand, removing both his cape and shirt, spreading his arms to the shadow golem, a smirk crossing his features as he whispered. âIn honor of our fallen Brothers we ignite this flame...â The shadow advanced quickly towards Dastan, dark blades rising as it rushed in his direction. â...That it may consume these now broken vessels and return them to the Earth from which they came...â Dastan twisted his body away as the shadowâs right blade jabbed at his chest, ducking underneath its next attack, pulling one of his blades from the sand and raising it over his head to block yet another strike. âSend these spirits soaring free into Airâs loving embrace...â He continued to mutter as he kicked at the shadowâs knees knocking it off its footing long enough for him to retrieve his second sword and roll to his feet.
âMay their memory linger forever within ours...â His voice sounded louder, a lingering growl underneath his words as he fended off yet another attack. âMay their Fire ever guide us...â He slipped underneath another slash, bringing his right sword upwards towards the shadowâs face, meeting resistance and retaliation from the golem, the shadowâs attacks now quicker and more furious, twice barely missing the mercenaryâs naked chest. âNow and forever...â Dastan stumbled as the shadow broke through his guard and struck him in the face with the hilt of its sword. âUntil the end of our days.â He ended the prayer and regained balance, planting both feet firmly on the ground and rushing into the shadow, blades clashing in a series of furious blows. What had started as a simple exercise had now devolved into a rage-fueled battle, the mercenary dancing with his shadow in a chaotic and brutal display. The fight coming to a sudden end when the shadow managed to sweep kick Dastanâs feet right from under him, burying both its blades into the mercenaryâs chest the moment his back hit the ground.
The Crimson boys yelped in shock and surprise as the shadow stabbed into Dastan and then faded, the man remaining on the ground on his back, motionless. They stared at each other for a moment as if wondering whether to run and get someone or check for themselves whether the man was still alive. Eventually the small group paced towards their fallen leader with hesitant steps, stopping in their tracks as they noticed the man didnât seem wounded in the slightest. One of them dared a step closer and leaned over Dastan, immediately startling as the manâs eyes snapped open, still entirely black.
âBoo.â Dastan whispered, smirking at the younglings. Sending all but one running off immediately. He sat up staring at the one boy who didnât run. âYou kids are not supposed to be out here without a trainer.â
âThere are no trainers left.â The boy shrugged.
Dastan sighed. âTrue, but youâre still not allowed in the training area, for obvious reasons.â He stared up at the boy. âAndrew, isnât it?â
âYessir.â
âYouâre not as impressionable as your friends, I see.â Dastan snickered. âNot sure whether thatâs stupid or smart of you.â
âIâm not sure either.â Andrew said, his eyes scanning Dastan from head to toe. âYouâre not hurt?â
âOf course not, kid.â Dastan laughed, jumping to his feet. âYou donât think Iâm suicidal, do you? Thatâs rather counter-productive... As Indrani would say. No... For now it seems I had the situation entirely under control. The healer girl was right; Iâm not dangerous yet.â
âJackson said someone else caused the eclipse.â Andrew said, his tone slightly questioning.
âThat seems to be the most plausible scenario.â Dastan nodded, beginning to pace in the direction of the encampment.
âAre we going after them?â Andrew asked.
âI am.â Dastan replied.
âAlone? Why?â Andrew argued. âWe all suffered losses, Shaykh.â
âNot alone. There are other people already going after them, I plan to join them.â Dastan put one hand on the boyâs shoulder. âI understand your outrage, kid, but the clan needs to heal and being involved in this only ought to make things worse.â
âI guess.â Andrew sighed. âI just... I wish I could help.â
âYou can help.â Dastan smiled. âMy sister, your mother... All the others... Theyâll need your help. Help them. Donât wait for them to ask, just do it.â
Andrew nodded in agreement. They both walked in silence until they walked past the stables and the kid stopped. âIsnât she supposed to be in bed rest?â
Dastan frowned as he followed Andrewâs gaze to Indrani, leaning against the fence by the horse enclosure. âLike I sad, the girl needs help.â He muttered. âGo on and find your mum, kid. Iâll handle this.â
Dastan parted ways with Andrew and walked over to Indrani, leaning against the fence beside her. âWhat are you doing? Youâre not supposed to be walking around.â
âI talked Jackson into carrying me.â Indrani mumbled, staring off at Mirage and the other horses running around inside the fence. âI was sick of lying around that dusty place. I want to sleep in my tent tonight.â
Dastan was about to argue that Indrani shouldnât be standing either, but stopped himself when he caught the tone of her voice. âWhatâs the matter?â
âNothing.â Indrani muttered.
âCome on now, we both know that when you say ânothingâ it means literally everything.â Dastan argued. âTell me.â
Indrani lowered her head until it was touching the fence, a silent sob shaking her. âI donât want to talk about this with you... Just... Leave it, Dastan.â
Dastan sighed, carefully putting one arm around his sisterâs shoulders and pulling her to him. âI canât leave it... You... Like this.â He whispered.
Indrani sighed, turning to her brother and wrapping her arms around him. âWhy are you never wearing a shirt?â She muttered.
âFor the ladies.â Dastan snickered. âIndi...â
âWhy did no one tell me about Sean sooner?â She mumbled.
âOh...â Dastan sighed. âAnnieâs decision.â
âWhat?â
âWe were only supposed to wait until the fever broke, but... I thought I shouldnât be the one to tell you and... Jackson couldnât seem to find a way to...â He shook his head. âIâm sorry. I should have...â
âDastan, I... Doesnât matter...â
âI hated the guy, but I know how much he meant to you... And I canât shake the feeling that what happened was in part my fault.â
âTwins, Dastan, donât...â Indrani protested, clinging to him as her voice cracked and another wave of sobs overtook her. âDonât... Say that... None of this is your fault!â
âSean was never behind that attack, and, after this... Someoneâs out to hurt me, sis and I feel like Iâve dragged the rest of you down with me. I...â
âDastan... Stop, just... Stop...â She grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him down so his forehead was pressed to hers. âLook at me... I made a lot of mistakes; with you, with Sean, and they are mine to live with. I should never have acted behind your back... I should have given him a chance. I canât take that back and it... Itâs killing me, but... You did nothing wrong. Do you understand me? And if someone is out to hurt you... Heavens save them... Because once Iâm healed I will rip their hearts out. You are my family; my home... I wonât let them take you.â
âRemember...â Dastan started, taking Indraniâs hands in his and slowly lowering them. âWhen you were six years old and you heard that Jackson broke my arm in training? You didnât care that it was an accident, or if he was sorry... You chased him down and beat on him so hard you sprained your wrist...â He chuckled. âYou were always the strong one. Always the fighter.â He kissed Indraniâs forehead and wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace. âBut this is where I need you to be strong for me. Because this... Is one battle you canât fight.â He paused, his voice failing as he felt his sister sob against him. âI need you here, Indrani. I need you here because one way or another I am coming home. And if... If it comes to that... Who will free my spirit... If not you?â
âDonât say that! Donât...â
âNo one lives forever, little sister. Just promise me youâll be here.â
âDastan...â
âPlease.â He whispered. âI need you to do this for me.â
âI... I promise.â
Dastan silently held Indrani, letting her cry on him for as long as she wanted. Pulling away once her sobbing subsided, calmly wiping at her tears as she stared up at him. âRemember, sis, no matter what happens... I will always love you. And even if I die tomorrow, I will always take care of you. Always. Thatâs a promise.â
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[Desert, Otium 18 - Afternoon]
The entirety of the Crimson Shadows; those still apt to wield swords and fight, had gathered near the edge of their territory at the sight of the cloaked teenager. Donovan looked much older than the last time heâd been there; even if it hadnât been all that long ago that heâd tried and failed to strike Crys down in the center of that camp. He was clearly not the only one who remembered that incident.
âWhat do you want here, Wolf?â
Donovan opened his cloak wide and rose his hands; one empty and the other clutching an envelope. âMay I please see your Commander, Jackson? I have a message for her.â
âNo, you may not. I think we can both agree sheâs been through enough.â
âYes, she has, but then so have I.â Doni spoke calmly. âIâve just buried the last of my family, and Sean may not have been the greatest of people, but he was my brother and I will honor his wishes; or die trying.â The young Alpha sighed softly. âIf she tells me to leave, then I will burn this letter and go, but youâll at least allow me to hear it from her.â
Jackson didnât seem very willing to listen, neither did most of the mercenaries around. A handful of Crimson Shadows could still take on a lone Wolf; Doni knew that, but he was standing his ground nonetheless. âCome on, man; weâve all seen more than enough bloodshed lately.â
âJackson... Let the boy through.â Dastan commanded, the Crimson leader emerging from the temple with a heavy travel bag slung across his shoulders, sturdy boots on his feet, and both swords sheathed at his waist.
âYes, Shaykh.â Jackson muttered, turning his back on Donovan without further addressing him, his fellow Crimson follow in his example.
Donovan put his hands down, shaking his head in sincere disappointment at the whole situation. âSuppose I should get used to this kind of reception.â He snorted.
âWhen you have no actions to your name those around you are bound to judge your brotherâs, Little Fletcher.â The man smirked. âItâll not last forever.â
âHopefully not.â Donovan shrugged.
âFor what is worth, I am sorry for your loss, Alpha.â
âAnd I yours Shaykh.â Donovan responded, confused at Dastan addressing him by title.
Dastan snickered when Donovan seemed puzzled at his use of the title. âYour hand.â He indicated the boyâs ring finger, now adorned with two rings; his still unmarked initiation ring and Daniâs Alpha ring. âI thought youâre not supposed to use âem both.â
âWeâre not, but...â Donovan shrugged. âTradition is not to be set in stone, but scribbled in shifting sand.â
Dastan snorted a laugh. âSo it is.âHe replied, briefly patting the boy on the shoulder. âPerhaps youâll bring honor back to your name after all, Lilâ Fletcher.â
âWeâll see.â Donovan smirked.
âWell, if itâs Indrani you want sheâll be where the horses are, or in her tent. I trust you know the way.â
âI do. Thank you, Shaykh.â
âDonât mention it.â Dastan shrugged, walking past the young Alpha and very casually leaving the encampment.
Doni took a moment to observe the fact Dastan was leaving for what seemed like a long while without as much as a word to his brethren, but then figured he was probably taking things out of context. Not like the man to turn his back on anything; Donovan knew that much.
Just as Dastan said, Indrani was stubbornly on her feet, leaning against the fence of the horse enclosure, observing the animals with watchful eyes. Donovan leaned against the fence as well, heaving a long sigh, not knowing what to really say to the woman. âHey,â he mumbled.
âHey, Don. Sorry, I missed the funeral. I was otherwise engaged.â Indrani smirked.
âSo Iâve heard. I donât think you were supposed to be on your feet this soon.â
âYou sound like my brother.â Indrani snickered. âYou can see heâs not exactly won that argument.â
âI do better sounding like your brother than mine.â Donovan mumbled.
âYou shouldnât resent him so much, Doni. Sean loved you, you know that.â Indrani scolded.
âAye, I have no doubts he did.â Donovan sighed. âI suppose I just wish he hadnât left me alone to clean up the mess he started.â
âHm.â Indrani chuckled. âMy clan, our ancestors nearly wiped each other out. Our existence, for generations, has been a mess they created. It has not been an easy one, but we donât resent them, Don, we honor them. It was their mistakes that taught us to be better. Do you understand?â
Donovan heaved a long deep breath, his body relaxing against the wooden fence in the process, his eyes following Indraniâs gaze to the horses. âI guess I do.â
âGood. Itâs important for a leader to never shy away from the past, or their own mistakes, Donovan.â
âHmph... Leader... I donât know why I thought I could do this. Iâm just a kid barely out of training; as everyone so loves to remind me.â
âHave you been challenged yet?â Indrani asked. âIf your clan believes you too weak, or unfit, to lead them, they would want to remove you, no?â
âIâm sure they think that, but no one wants to be Alpha right now, Indrani. Not after Sean.â
âThen you have something the others donât already, no? Youâre crazy enough to want the job.â
Donovan laughed under his breath. âThatâs true.â
âSo there you have it, Alpha.â Indrani smiled, turning to face Donovan with an inspecting gaze. âMy, my, look at you Little Fletcher. Youâve changed since I last saw you. If I didnât know better Iâd never guess this is the same ten year old who kept trying to watch me undress.â
âI... No... That was an accident!â Donovan protested, turning very red in the face.
âYouâre still a terrible liar.â She smirked. âItâs okay, now, Doni. Boys will do that. Growing up here Iâve seen more than my share of âaccidentsâ.â
Donovan frowned, but didnât argue his case any further. âHave you seen or heard of Ari, by any chance?â
âShe hasnât come looking for me, no. Youâre not... Youâre not going to brand her a traitor, are you?â
âNo. Of course not. Iâm the Alpha, I can nullify her oath, but...â
âIf you do that she can never go back.â Indrani sighed. âHow long do you plan to wait for her?â
âWeâre still in mourning. I can give her a month or two. I know... She was very attached to both Sean and Franklin... Losing them both so fast would have taken a large toll on her, but I canât excuse her leaving without a word. Not indefinitely.â
âI understand. If I see her, I will make sure to let you know.â
âIâd appreciate that.â Donovan smiled. âLook, I have... Sean left something for you and I... I wasnât sure on whether or not to deliver it, but figured, best you decide for yourself whether or not you want it.â He mumbled, offering her the envelope.
Indraniâs expression immediately shut when her eyes caught the envelope in Donovanâs hand. âI... Doni... Is it true? What theyâre saying... Did he...?â
âSean didnât kill himself. He wouldnât...â Donovan answered, his eyes darkening as he lowered them to the ground. âMy brother was a lot of things, but he was not that much of a coward. I donât believe it.â
âI donât either.â Indrani nodded, taking the envelope from Donovanâs hands. âI appreciate you bringing me this. I...â She sighed. âI should have given him a chance to speak... Sooner... Before things came to this. The very least I can do is accept his words now.â
âDonât...â Donovan mumbled, reaching out for Indraniâs arm and gripping her wrist for a brief moment. âDonât blame yourself for that. It wasnât your fault, what happened. Sean had done more than enough to warrant your mistrust. He knew that well. Please donât go on thinking you failed him in any way. Thatâs not true.â
Indrani shook her head at Donovanâs words, a sad smile spreading across her features, her golden eyes watering as she stared at sealed envelope she was holding. âI know that, but knowing and accepting are two very different things.â She let her eyes meet his and her smile changed, her gaze more stern. âYou...â She started, grasping his chin. âYouâve grown into a kind man, Doni. I expect you to never let anyone take that from you. Ever. Do you hear me?â
Donovan flinched at her words, nodding his response with an wide-eyed expression.
âGood.â She stated, giving him a brief kiss on the cheek and releasing her grip on his face. âYou run on home now, Little Fletcher. Iâm sure your clan will be missing you at this point.â
Donovan snorted a laugh, but Indrani did have a point that his absence would have been noticed by now. âIâll do that.â The young Alpha turned and began walking away from the fence, stopping after a couple of steps to speak over his shoulder. âOy, Princess... I noticed youâre just a tad bit short on people, so... Donât hesitate to call on me... Should you need any help in the future. What are friends for after all?â
Indrani stifled a laugh at Donovanâs offer. It was kind of him, but at the same time the Wolfpack was hardly in a good enough shape to go running to anyoneâs rescue. She had meant what she said however, Doni seemed to have grown in the Alphaâs shoes rather quickly; whether he realized it or not. There was no doubt in her mind that he would eventually put things back in order.
Indrani breathed deep, holding Seanâs envelope with both hands, and carefully examining the familiar handwriting on the back. She wondered when that letter was written, how long ago, since her friend had refused to see or speak with her after Katelynâs death. Annie had assured her that Sean didnât blame her, but Indrani couldnât quite believe that. After all, sheâd been there right beside Sean when the girl took her final breath. She knew that if she hadnât been, perhaps he could have made it in time to save her. She closed her eyes for a moment as she opened the envelope, feeling her fingers shake as they reached inside for her friendâs letter, unsure whether or not she actually wanted to read it. Eventually though, she opened her eyes and forced herself to look at its contents.
Princess,
Iâve debated writing this letter. Iâve debated it because if youâre reading this, then I am no longer present amongst the living and, as such, my words may come off now as an act of cruelty. If thatâs the case, I am deeply sorry. Still, I thought it best to not leave any pages left unturned in our story. I hope that if this should cause you any pain, that it will not last long and you will inevitably see why I decided this was for the best. Please excuse me if I turn out to be mistaken.
When I was just a kid, on my first day of training, Bastian Rivers looked me in the eyes and asked me who I wanted to be. I didnât know. I only knew who I didnât want to be. I didnât want to be that kid hiding in the woods, frozen by fear. I wanted to be strong on the inside so much more than I wanted to be on the outside. And for the most part, I was. I donât remember being afraid of anything or anyone ever again... Until I met you. The day we met, that first time we fought, was the most frightening moment of my life. Not because I felt my life was in danger, but because that was when I knew.
I knew I loved you then.
Thatâs been my secret ever since. My deepest, darkest, most intimate secret. One I could never share, even with my best friend. It has also been my very worst fear; that one day Iâd look into your eyes and the words would somehow escape me. Because at some point, Indrani, Iâve come to terms with the fact I could never escape my rage, or the man itâd inevitably change me into. I knew that man could never be worth the dirt beneath your feet, no matter how much he loved you. When I made a conscious choice to become a traitor, with that choice came the price of never being worthy of loving you. And I swore to myself that you would never know. That I would never tell you. If not for any other reason, because I knew what kind of a coward this made me.
I told myself day after day that I didnât regret anything. I knew I was lying. I regret the path Iâve chosen. I regret it because it meant I could never choose you. For a while I could convince myself that sacrifice was worth it, but it wasnât. It wasnât. In many ways I knew it from the start, but it never became more painfully clear than when you said I was dead to you.
If not for Katie, I would have let you kill me, because it was my fault it all came to that. It was my fault because I kept that secret. And you never knew that I would rather die than see you hurt. That I would let a blade through my heart to keep you safe or make you happy. It was my decision to keep you in the dark, to let you doubt my feelings for you, because the truth felt so much more painful to me than that. It wasnât fair to make you live with it as well.
Iâm only writing this now because I was afraid youâd feel guilty. I canât bear the thought of you thinking youâve somehow failed me. Thinking that I somehow blame you. Because that couldnât be farther from the truth. And I owe you the truth, Princess, even though now itâs practically worthless.
I donât know what fate awaits me, or through which circumstances youâll find yourself reading this letter. The future is always uncertain apart from the very end and I feel mine is considerably near. I am not afraid. I am no longer angry. Whatever happens, Iâve already accepted. After all, in the end, we all must pay for what harm weâve caused and Iâve caused more than just my share.
There are too many things I wish I could have said, things Iâll never get to say, and perhaps things would have been different; much different, if only I had been entirely honest from the very beginning. And Iâm sorry, Princess. Words cannot express how deeply I regret not being man enough to look you in the eyes and tell you all of this. That I kept this secret under lock and key; that I buried it with me in the end.
Iâm sorry that I didnât have the courage to accept when you offered to take me home with you, that I didnât have it in me to turn my back on this when you asked. Iâm sorry I wasnât strong enough to show you how much you matter to me, how beautiful and how amazing I believe you are. Iâm sorry I never kissed you. Because there wasnât one day, from the moment we met, when I didnât wish I had.
Iâm sorry I never said that I love you. That I always have. That I always will. And even though I never have been able to forgive myself, Princess, I only hope that, somehow, you will. Because even now, your forgiveness means the world to me.
However, I wonât ask that you forgive me. The only thing I ask is that when my death no longer feels so painful, in a time when these words wonât cut quite as deep as I imagine they do now, that youâll remember me for one thing, and one thing only, Princess:
Remember me as someone who loved you. Because in the end, thatâs the only part of me still truly worth something.
Farewell, Princess.
-Sean
âSean... Wh-...â Indrani mumbled under her breath. Her sight was so blurred she could barely read her friendâs signature, the shock and confusion masking the fact she been crying profusely onto the sheet of parchment and for a brief moment she was unable to understand why it was so hard to breathe. Sean was right; she never knew. She never saw it, although, now; looking back on their time together, she could. It was there. It had always been there from day one.
âOf all the stupid... Things... Youâve done...â She muttered, glaring at his words. âWhat made you think this was your choice to begin with? You stubborn, idiot... Piece of shit... Why... You selfish BASTARD! YOU COULD HAVE LET ME HELP YOU! I could... Have...â Indraniâs voice cracked and her knees gave out on her. When some of her fellow Crimson came running in response to her shouting they found their Commander curled up in the sand, sobbing like a child. Something none of them had ever seen her do; not even as a child. The men stood there for about half a minute before simply walking away, afraid to say or do anything to cause the woman any more distress. No one short of Dastan himself had ever been able to calm Indrani, and they knew better than to try and change that now, knowing that the man was halfway across Valcrest.
It took some time, but eventually Indrani managed to stop crying, her golden eyes bloodshot as she reread her friendâs letter word by word. Sean had gotten one thing right; she no longer felt guilt, but now she was angry beyond all belief. âStupid, selfish, brat... You inconsiderate son of a bitch... Thoughtless jerk...â She sneered, crumpling the letter within a clenched fist. âWhat right did you have to decide...â She stopped herself, breathing in deep and making to sure to not cry anymore. âIt wasnât too late Sean... You should have given me a chance to show you... What right did you have to give up on me? How am I supposed to forgive that? How am I supposed to...â She snorted, running her fingers through her hair, a bit of laughter escaping under her breath. âFucking moron... Why would you do this yourself? To me. Things could have been different.â