Chapter Forty-Seven – Don’t Stop Believin’
Eldrian stepped up beside the girl kneeling on the ground, and he took a long gaze over the carved stone chamber his portal door brought him into. Before him were Alumir and Barston, but they didn’t catch his attention for long. He looked down towards Deena instead.
“I know about Zayna. How you helped her,” he spoke.
Deena turned away. “Then why did you come? I did something bad, and I left everybody with no explanation. Nobody should trust me,” she whispered.
“You might have messed up, but that doesn’t matter. Friends don’t stop being friends because of a mistake. Everybody makes mistakes. And if you really are just evil, I sure as hell ain’t leaving it at that without hearing it for myself.”
The witch slid her phone away and pulled herself up into a sitting position. She wiped tears from her face, and exhaled a stuttering breath before momentarily pausing. Eventually she shot a ruby glare upwards to the wizard.
Chapter Forty-Six – The White Rabbit
It was an unusually warm afternoon compared to the norm, though a chilly breeze still made itself present on occasion, and the ground was covered in snow. Daveon, cornered between an infatuated girl, her muscle-head boyfriend, and a brick wall, thought moreso about his existential dilemmas than the matter at hand. They were problems beyond the situation.
“What do you have to say for yourself, huh?” barked the man looming over him.
In one of his hands he gripped the small remains of a chocolate bar still its wrapper. He bit down into the treat, and swallowed it down as he tossed the trash to the ground.
“Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention just now,” Daveon replied.
“Oh that’s it. You’re dea—“
As he lunged at Daveon, the man’s foot caught on a root that he swore wasn’t there a moment before. He slammed his cheek against the snow as the druid backed away.
Chapter Forty-Five – Family Feud
Eldrian stood his ground as the only thing between the life of the man behind him and a brutal demise. He knew he was a criminal, and that he did terrible things and perhaps even deserved such a fate, but he couldn’t sit idly by while his friend slit a man’s throat. There was something off about her demeanour during the whole thing.
“Do you know how long I’ve had my dearest daughter train for a moment like this?” her mother spoke. “How skilled she’s become, just so she can cut the man down? He’ll pay. Know that, and get out of our way. Renatta has grown strong because of me.”
Eldrian swallowed. “I can’t do that. My conscience won’t let it happen.”
“Your conscience? What do you even know of the situation at hand?”
“Only a bit, but I have a feeling… There’s something bothering me. Is that really why you trained Renatta, to help her?”
“What do you mean?”
“I think you only meant to turn her into a weapon of vengeance.”
Chapter Forty-Four – How I Met Your Mother
A couple times over, the sun rose up and fell back beneath the winter horizon. Renatta was still cloaked, both to keep her unique appearance on the down-low, but also to shield herself somewhat from the frigid breeze of the night—not to mention that, even if she wasn’t used to it, it was in fact illegal to carry around two big, bladed weapons in most places in Canada.
She had learned a lot since meeting her friends. Recently, she was set up with a phone, and while she was completely baffled still by how it functioned, she was learning. She had recently been playing a frustrating game where she had to navigate a bird through a series of pipes. Not even her magic could help her get even remotely far. But it wasn’t the time for gaming. She had work to do, for her mother, her late father, and for herself.
Both her and her mother had been looking into the whereabouts of the men responsible for her father’s demise. It was recently that Renatta was confident she knew the location of the final man—the one who committed the murder. She could finally rest her hunt.
Chapter Forty-Three – Secrets
Eldrian’s bleeding, trembling hand continued to grip onto the blade of the sword as he struggled to pull himself to his feet, and when he saw that Daveon was too shocked to drive the weapon forward once more, he released his grip, and slowly lowered it to his side. The druid, once mentally recovered, handed Drodias back over to Kevin and took a step back.
“What do you mean you’re not controlling him?” uttered Daveon.
“Don’t kill her. Wait,” Eldrian said with a groan.
Arlandria hustled over to the injured wizard and consoled him. She looked to his wounds, and with her hands at the ready, she began her healing ritual. A soothing light started the process of closing the gashing in his flesh, and for that, he gave her a thankful albeit exhausted smile.
“What do you mean, don’t kill her? She’s a demon. Isn’t that what you came here to do? And she tried to control your mind,” Daveon barked.
Eldrian nodded. “I know, but—“
Chapter Forty-Two – Love is Blind
“So, Eldrian’s been hanging out with this girl pretty much non-stop. I have no idea where Deena went. She just kind of disappeared off the face of the planet. Now I’m bored. Hopefully Eldrian doesn’t keep spending all his time with Zayna,” Kevin explained as he lounged on his sofa.
Joining him were Daveon and Arlandria. It had been a couple days, and thankfully, nothing crazy had happened to them otherwise. Not all of their friends were present, nor were they obligated to inform them of everything that was going on with their lived. Deena was always mysterious. She often did disappear for fragments of time.
“Are you jealous of her?” Arlandria asked.
“What? No!” quickly replied Kevin.
Daveon crossed his arms and shook his head. “I can’t believe you’re so calm about this. Both of you. You said she had grey skin, horns, a tail, and more. It’s a demon. This Zayna is clearly from the Demon World. You know, the demon Eldrian was probably out to hunt? You don’t think this is a cause for alarm?”
Chapter Forty – Merry Christmas
Noah’s composure was shattered as well. Never before had they seen his gorgeous face contort into a combination of panic and disbelief. He had no idea if Kevin did what he did on purpose or purely through luck, but Noah was left dumbfounded by the breaking of his spell. There were no signs that there would be a spellbreaker amongst his targets, and unless a wizard can compete without his or her spells, a spellbreaker was simply too much, especially one with allies.
“No…” mumbled Noah beneath his stuttering breath.
Eldrian finally regained his senses. He wiped a trickle of blood from his brow, and pulled himself up to stare Kevin directly in the eyes. He was just as surprised as Noah, and Kevin had rarely seen his friend surprised by anything like that.
“What did you just do, Kev?” he asked. “Did you just break his spell?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t mean to.”
“Well, don’t stop now.”