A hand thrust her down into her seat, when she had tried to jump up and run somewhere. “Ah finally, the Futvi...” a smile turned on Grey’s face. “Tell us woman, what do you see in the oracle for us?”
Rye squinted her eyes as she rubbed her neck. ‘I have an oracle in my dream. Oh alright I think it is about time I stopped fighting before sleep. It messes up my dreams...’ Rye implored herself.
The robed woman stepped forward to Rye as she snapped a hand onto her chin. “Listen carefully Guardian...” the woman crooked a half hearted smile at her. Peeking to her left then right, Rye watched as the fantastic tables filled with people, food and children blurred out of her mind, only to leave her in a suit of armour and the feeble old woman before her.
Rye growled deeply under her breath as she snapped a hand around the woman’s wrist. Yanking it powerfully to the right, Rye grinned mercilessly at the sound of small, fragile bones breaking... but something was wrong here... the woman just held her smile.
“You can’t hurt an illusion my Mistress—” The Futvi laughed. “— now heed my words carefully... A woman such as yourself, no matter how strong, how lean and how swift you be, you cannot escape the demoil after the beating heart dwelling within your ribs.”
“Cagon...” Rye mouthed openly to the woman. She didn’t nod a yes or shake a no to her answer, but she seemed slightly pleased that Rye had named that demoil right away.
“My Mistress, Vena faces a war like no other... no matter how many men you carry are your right and left hands, you will not be able to with stand the brewing army of Cagon.” The woman rose up as a very dimly lit outline of Mistress Falcon fell behind her back. “Only you my Mistress of Vena, only you and Mistress Falcon can balance out the war. But you first must undertake a short journey to learn the summoning spell to awaken the black skinned dragon.”
Rye smirked. “No one has been able to bring forth a Gate Guard for the past three thousand years, old Futvi!” Snatching the Pearl of Strength from Rye’s pocket the old woman threw it at the feet of Mistress Falcon.
“Guardian do not let time tease your mind... many wars have been fought and won with the black dragon at the side of the Vena guardians.” A boney finger shot out to poke Rye in the nose. “Now you must do that once again. Raise the demoil from the ground and give the strength back to the Vena clan. Prove you are stronger than the dearly passed Mistress Sillverage.”
Rye cocked her head to the left at the sound of the first ever Vena guardian. “Be stronger than Sillverage?” Rye kinda liked the sound of that. Rising to her feet, Rye peered down to the grinning woman. “Then tell me Futvi, tell me where I must beckon to and what I must seek out—”
The figure of Mistress Falcon fell away as the Western Gate appeared before Rye. It was the only gate she knew of that past through the Under-lords domain and the righteous Sitra garden.
“That guardian is where you must venture your fast feet too and enter willingly. Within the walls you will have many trails that take more than just plain courage to complete... You will need to slay the death mist and take the prized Under-lords sword.” Rye’s grin grew.
‘The one blade that was forged completely from spirits of the dark— Carved out of the Under-lords Right canine, a black fog surrounds the blade as a leathery skin acts a cover to the mastered forged weapon.’ Rye licked her lips as she nodded to the woman.
“But listen Mistress, you must also take with you that young man that travels with you now. You must call forth still your brother Zeek and send him the Commander... then you must travel light and swiftly to the gate, before Cagon takes his strike on another mind... possibly yours again or even your companion.”
Rye sniffed arrogantly, “I am not afraid of Grey... he is most likely weak as a pikel.”
The woman shook her head. “Too full of pride you are Mistress. That young hevanick is on the eve of his birthright.”
“Birthright? What the hell is that?” Rye enquired as she dipped her face down to the woman, “Please explain—”
The woman sighed carefully as she cradled her hands into each other... even her wrist had ‘healed’, giving Rye a little annoyance.
“Mistress, the young lord was one of the few privileged half breeds that are giving a certain age when they are able to either become a full demoil or a full breed of whatever is in them. Lord Walker was granted this from his father at birth as Lord Walker’s brother was not. Be David Walker older than Grey Walker, Xerin Kenisha favoured the younger son.”
Rye gritted her teeth at the name. ‘Xerin Kenisha... I can’t believe Grey is related to that bastard of a demoil. He should be caught, murdered and have his head on a stick!’ Rye thought horribly.
“Within this night’s high peak of the two moons, Lord Walker will take his ceremony Jawed Dagger and slice a vital spot to bleed forth his silvered blood. Nearly facing death... the boy, will most likely pass out, seeming to give off the vibe that he had killed himself.” The woman looked displeased with the ritual. “But within the morning light of the two hot suns, the boy will rise and would have healed from the deathly slice. Most half-breeds that choose this keep an essence of there past counter breed and go highly unnoticed throw there own type. But within the body of the new demoil brews the likelihood that he/she would become evil in a manner and begin a new slay of all races. Most of the time now-a-days half breeds are killed as children... Grey was spared by his father and mother.”
“Well that seems interesting enough.” Rye shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t really care... he may have been a handsome bugger, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t kill him if he dared to kill her first.
“Mistress he tends to become a full demoil and you must watch out... once or twice the lord will try to kill you, but if you are wise you will steal his Jawed Dagger and force him to become a full fledge hevanoic.”
Rye strode up to the faint picture of a Jawed Dagger, just simply giving the woman a nod. “I’ll try old woman.”
“That is a good Guardian... I will be visiting you often in your slumber to warn you or see how your progress has came Mistress.” The woman bowed before her feet as she praised the good spirits on her. “Take care my good woman.”
Rye watched her leave as she felt unbearably heavy as her balance began to sway back and forth. ‘Oh this is worse than actually being a beechi ball.’ Rye told herself as she collapsed on the dark floor of her dream.
Feeling Rye squirm in his grasp Grey had been watching her throughout the night. It was a common movement from her as she twitch and moan in a angry tone. ‘Probably troubled by horrid dreams.’ Grey thought.
Spring up her ears were full peak as she was quite alert. “What?” Rye quizzed the thin air before her lips. “Oh yah...” Grey narrowed an eye towards her... there was an curious smirk upon her lips as Rye flipped herself up onto her feet.
“Are you feeling alright?” Grey found himself asking. Rye held a hand down to him as a bright and gorgeous smile greeted him.
“Oh I feel unbelievably great my good companion!” Rye helped him to his feet. “Nothing could possibly ruin my excellent mood.”
Grey stared blankly down to her. “Are you sure your not still possessed?”
Rye laughed for a brief moment as she stopped and look closely over him. “How do you know I was possessed?”
Grey shrugged, “You had the same blank stare as the human man in the Rio army. So I just put two and two together and figured it out.”
“Oh... well okay then.” Rye didn’t seemed too bothered by his answer. Relief that Rye hadn’t figured out that he had cradled her through the night, he seen Rye slip behind his back and swipe the Jawed Dagger.
“What the hell are you doing?” Grey broadcasted.
“Just looking...” Rye cast a patience up to him. “Are you going to use this tonight to turn yourself into a full demoil or a full hevanoic?” Grey froze dead in his spot.
“How did you know that was what is was for... and knew that I was able to do that?”
Rye shrugged simply. “Not many hevanicks carry around this dagger, so as you had out two and two together, I just did the same... all I really want to know is if you are going demoil or elf?”
Grey raked his fingers through his hair. “I hadn’t really thought about it.” That was a lie. He had been thinking about this for the past couple days and he was pretty sure that he was going to side with being a demoil... it had more advantages and that was some type of offer he just couldn’t pass up. “But you will find out later tonight... I guess.” Rye held out the hilt of the dagger to him.
“Well it’ll be interesting.” Rye held her small smile. “I’ve never witnessed this before.”