“Left… or was it right?” Twirling around in a circle, Rye ran into Grey in a dizzy manner. Grabbing her shoulders, Grey turned her to face the left side of her choices.
“Might I suggest that way”
“Ah okay then it is right” Pulling away from Grey’s grip Rye tried to run down the right path but then fell on her face. “HEY!! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?”
“Oh you mean tripping you; it was the only way to get your attention.” Grey lowered a hand to her, “Rye I believe we are supposed to be going to the other way.” Grey pointed as he pulled Rye back to her feet.
Holding up a finger Rye shot it out towards the divide in trees. “Suppose to but we aren’t.” Rubbing her head, once again Grey stopped Rye.
“Okay why aren’t we?”
“Well let’s just say we are making a little side stop at a place I like to call Vena Temple.” Rye curved a smile. “I have to grab something from there that we are going to need in the future, now stop taking your sweet time and follow the leader data way!” Rye sprouted her finger outwards to their new destination.
“Yes ma’am”
Following her into a vast clearing she had come to know all too well, Rye cast her eyes over her shoulder to watch Grey peering abnormally, as the gnarled old trees bent around the clearing. Each bent to duplicate claws bending towards the earth for a war.
“Okay we are here.” Rye smiled as her closed her eyes to bare out her hands to the open clearing. Grey turned his eyes around some more as he clicked his tongue slowly.
“In case you haven’t noticed it’s just an empty clearing Rye. I see no Temple…”
Rye brought out a fanged smiled as she broadened her hands outwards. “Ah but that’s just it, you don’t see it but I do. You must train the naked eye to see pass the air in front of you.”
“Before you break out into a lecture, I best remind you that we have a schedule to keep.” Grey sniped as his annoyance was clear.
“Fine.” Rye slumped her hands down as she whirl around on her heals. “Just follow me again and stay close or you might loose your head...” Rye couldn’t resist herself. “Unless you like your head to roll around on the ground then by all means find your own way.”
“Okay Miss Sarcastic lead the way.” Grey gave her a shove to get her moving.
Rye huffed; a little as she was looking for some sort of amusement here. The stench of war in the air was something she wanted to get out of her lungs. Humour usually was the way… or it was.
Drawing her legs up the clearly washed surface of the marbled steps, Rye heard a confused swear slip past Grey’s breath; as she guessed it looked like she was walking up thin air. “Come on now. We don’t have time to gawk!”
Hoping a couple steps upon her toes, Rye rocked on her feet as she took a lot of amusement the wide eyed stare of Grey. Rye quickly stole a hand onto Grey’s broad shoulder plates as she pulled him forward three paces. A swift sound behind them fell nicely and swept back as Grey’s wandering eyes whipped around to the falling axes, quickly turning his complexion to a white bed sheet.
“See told yah”
Grey shifted an eye down to her as he narrowed his sights, just trying to calm himself. “And you thought I was the cocky one…”
Listening to the soft click of heels crossing the washed floor of white marble, Rye danced her feet around some as this was a welcoming sight to lay sore eyes upon. Her home for the last while and the one place that she could truly, unleash her most deadly sword techniques and not have to worry about lopping off some ones head.
“Are you the only one that watches this temple?” Grey’s presence fell around her backside. “I thought a guardian possessed novices to train?”
Rye licked her lips. “You’ll see my good sir.” Tracing her eyes around the sprouting white suits of armour, she glided her feet towards a figure as she tapped lightly upon the metal covering the chest.
“So are you going to give me a report or are you just going to watch me walk through the halls?” Rye asked the armour.
“Rye…”
Rye cast an eye over her shoulder as she heard the armour move and seen Grey grab his hilt waiting for the battle to begin. “Keep your sword sheathed Grey.”
The luscious purr coming deep within the throat of the armour, Rye returned her eyes forward. “Mistress Hunter I didn’t know you were going to be here today…” The woman spoke as she stepped off the panel. Taking off the helmet she pushed her red hair back. “I would have begun early training of the others again…”
Rye waved her hand to the right, “It’s alright Rivara I wasn’t actually planning to arrive here, but things always seem to change my plans.” Rye rolled her eyes. “Let us just be straightforward about this, Rivara I need to get the Pearl of Strength from Lord Falcon.” Rye smiled as she looked down to the younger and smaller woman.
“The Pearl of Strength Mistress… but why?” A robed woman peeked around the corner as Grey automatically posted closer to her backside.
Rye smirked slowly as she pushed Grey away a little. “We have ourselves a war brewing my ladies.” Rye cupped a fist. “We’ve got trouble a brewing with this damming war and I’m not going to sugar coat this for you all, we may be throwing our assistance into the hands of Commander Hunter. I’m taking the pearl for a barrier against the enemy.” Rye turned an eye towards Rivara. “I want you to start slamming our backs into training. Bring out the toughest training you can Rivara. I don’t want a bunch of lazy ass women out on the field, running from a cursed blade!” Rye trumped.
Rivara let loose a large grin. “It sounds like a blood lust Mistress… just want this temple needs.” Rivara flicked her hair across her shoulder. “The women here have been becoming lazy. A good fashion war with the smell of blood in the air may be the spark we need.”
Rye began to laugh as she nodded. “Let’s hope for once that we have some worthy enemies on our hands, so we can pull off some hard ass sword blazes on there sorry asses.” Rye licked her lips again as she almost craved the slide of a blade, gliding itself in the belly of the beast and hearing the piercing screams of hell. “Well Rivara I shall be on my way. Get our girls up to date!” Rye cracked as she began her way through the dimly lit halls of the large temple.
Grey stared over Rye’s backside as he was in sheer confusion. This woman was a in a lust for the tempt of blood. He never thought an elven maiden would enjoy the screams of war… it wasn’t natural was it. Grey shook his head. ‘She acts more like a devil demoil than elven.’ Grey told himself softly.
Pursuing the click of her heels, Grey held an eye on the surroundings, unsure of what may be popping out, and what may prove to be of some interesting. He had seen a temple from afar and figured that they were hollow buildings were ‘ex’ guardians dwelled.
“Enjoy yourself Grey?” Rye voice bumped towards him, perking his ears.
Grey held his tongue, he just wanted to get this over with and begin on the long journey towards Drago.
Finally Rye slowed her steps as they entered upon a room with moonlight beginning to spread across the floors. A large hole was out of the roof as it fell upon a vast white statue of a dragon. Having its claws held upwards it seemed as it if was suppose to be holding something. With that a pale blue moonlight glow, the room illuminated around the two as he lead his peering gaze to a small forest of gnarled old trees and a silver looking path of gravel. The trees had bluish green leaves as they seemed to be bending towards the ground more than usual.
Rye drew her feet backwards to line herself up with him. “Amazed or is there a purpose for you gawking blindly around?”
Grey shook his head as he turned towards the blonde haired maiden. Tilting his chin towards the dragon Grey was destined to turn this conversation else where. “Who is that Rye?”
Rolling her shoulders he heard the crack of her back roll up and down her spine as she folded a hand around her chin. “That would be Lord Falcon. One of the seven gate guardians meant to protect the Serenity Gate.” Rye sighed a little. “He is the thing I am set to be a guardian of.”
“Holy…” Grey stopped himself as Rye chuckled quietly into her hand.
“Well shall we grab what we came here to get?” Rye asked as a loud ‘swoosh’ sound filtered the room, sending a swarm of numbing shivers to climb down his spine. Rye broke out into harmless laughter at his start.
“What the hell was that?” Grey demanded. Letting her index finger point up to the claws of the one she named Mistress Falcon, Grey seen the stream of moonlight resting on the palm as silver flames licked and flickered in the carved talons of the beast. Grey snorted as he crossed his grasp. “Would you just get what you needed already?”
Rye nodded with a sly smirk as she began a rapid search around the surrounding area. Her feet fell over the ground of dirt slowly as she seemed interested in the ground. “Grey be a gent and come here for a minute.”
‘Now what?’ Grey wondered a little as he followed Rye’s steps into the dirt as she pointed towards a panel for a sword to fall into. “What?”
“I just need you to do something, just hold on for a brief second.” Rye let the melodious ring of her blade bounce around the room as she slammed the tip of the blade deep within the pedal stood of the panel as a new flam sprout around the beginning of the dirt floor.
“Rye…” Grey growled as he was almost ready to throttle her.
Rye arched her back to curve her back to a standing position. “Okay Grey I just need you to twist the hilt of the White Cobra 90degrees to the right and then it’s all good.” Rye smiled innocently.
“I swear if anything bad happens, I am going to murder your pretty little ass Rye.” Grey threw in a warning as he grabbed onto the hilt of her blade. Rye nodded to his threat as he wretched the blade around effortlessly, slowly becoming more and more annoyed with Rye’s antics. “Well? What now?”
Rye held her grin still as heard a soft sound of rushing water rising. Twitching his ears back and forth, Rye clapped her hand a couple times on his chest plate to force him back to almost touch the ring of fire enclosing them. An eruption of water fell over the jaw of the dragon as a red waterfall fell down to the ground, flooding their feet. Before he could even begin to question this strange happening, Rye dove down into what he thought was shallow water. The pond of water darkened into a blood colour as the flame died behind.
Stepping back out of the water to the marbled floor, the ring of once dirt, fell into a deep pool as Grey seen the trees surrounding around begin to spurt to a healthy life.
‘Rye?’ Grey questioned himself.
Standing upon the sidelines, Grey heard the flood of water stop as Rye still didn’t rise from the water. Growing more and more, antsy with the passing moments, Grey hoped she hadn’t screwed up here and killed herself somehow.
‘If she died down there I’m going to find a way to bring her back to life and strangle her!’ Grey growled.
A springing sound bounced around the room as a charming upsurge of cattish laughter howled as a falling figure came from the mouth of Mistress Falcon. A hoot of joy rang out as the rise of a splash fell into rain over top of him, causing a lower of ears. Breaking the surface, Rye was watching him as he glared down to her. “Hi?” Rye smiled childishly as she climbed out of the blood water.
“You had better start running, because I’m going to throttle you!” Grey barked as he broke a step towards her.
Rye held her childish grin as she dripped off the freezing water. Lacing a blue gem into her pocket and placing her blade onto her side, she brought her eyes up to him. “Can I go again?” Grey snapped out a hand towards her as Rye took off running. “I was kidding!” Rye cried as he dashed after her. “Oh shit!”