Bloodlines Parts 59-79

Chapters 59-79 by Night Mistress and Mystique

 

Part 59 Mystique

 

Brumhilda closed her eyes and placed her hands over the womb warmly. She relaxed her mind then suddenly opened her eyes. “Oh my!” she said enthusiastically. “A daughter will soon come to you…and hold, I see not one, but two…”

 

Lilliana couldn’t utter a word as she laid there with her mouth agape trying to digest what was just told to her. Instantly Myrriana was to her feet and at her sister’s side holding her hand ecstatic.

 

“Twins you say? We’re having twins?” Gaia entered the room. Her daughters’ expressions tuned from elation to dismay.

 

“Mother what are you doing here?” Lilliana found her voice. Gaia moved to the other side of the bed, staring at her daughters.

 

 

“I came to check on your pregnancy. A daughter shouldn’t be without her mother at this time, especially in these perilous times.” Gaia looked from Lilliana then to her eldest.

 

“Myrriana.” She acknowledged her.

 

“Mother.” Her voice was cold but her eyes were colder.

 

“Also I come bearing news of your son.” Gaia’s eyes shifted from Myrriana and back to Lilliana, who scooted up in bed after hearing this from her mother.

 

“What is it that you know of my son?” Lilliana was getting anxious.

 

“I know that your husband seeks him out. And with the news Accalia has for them will only add to the problem.” Gaia seemed to toy with them.

 

“What news?” Lilliana became hysterical with her hormones raging, finding out her son is still alive and now may be in more trouble was all she could bear. Brumhilda walked to the bedside and rested her hand on Lilliana’ shoulder to calm her.

 

“Enough of this Gaia, tell them or leave.” Her voice was stern and commanding. Gaia eyes went over to her sizing her up. She knew this one oh too well.

 

“Your son is traveling, but he isn’t alone.” Her eyes shifted form Lilliana to Myrriana, who stared at her blankly then suddenly realization set in.

 

“Oh yes Myrriana, your two daughters accompany him, but they aren’t aware he is their cousin. Nor does he suspect it.” She smiled triumphantly. Myrriana’s eyes left her and met with those of Lilliana.

 

Beelza watched as they became surrounded by the creatures of the Dark Lands. The girls and Silvio set their backs to each other with daggers drawn ready to defend.

 

A voice more like a low growl emanated from within the forest. “Why do you dare to tread here in the Dark Lands. All living creatures in this realm know better and steer away from this dreaded place.” Then from beyond the trees emerged the owner of the voice, not waiting for answers. He was a pirate of the woods as the others but he was the leader. He was a nice height, not short of very tall. Muscular in built, blonde hair to his shoulders and loose, a beard braided down to his chest, which was bare save for his shirt he wore. A bandana secured his hair and a huge black pirate hat. He had a large looped earring in one ear, a scarf adorned his waist where his sword blade was tucked in. He pants snugged inside his boots that came to his thigh but were folded over to his knees. He looked the four over.

 

“I’m going to warn you that we are the nieces of the Dark Lord who is now the ruler of the Dark Castle and the land.” Lysandra informed them. The Pirate looked from her to Silvio.

 

“And Captain, he is the Dark Lord’s son. You could easily get something for him.” Beelza showed them all what a weasel he had become. The leader looked form them to Beezla.

 

“Are you suggesting I hold the great and powerful Dark Lord’s son for ransom? For what kind of fool do you take me? I don’t want to quarrel with the wolf-demon, even in my state of being.” He glared at Beelza knowing what his plan had been.

 

“I have no need of them. Let them go,” he commanded, and an opening for Silvio and the two young women them was formed. But to the leader’s surprise they had vanished.

 

“The young ones had tricks. But you won’t fare so well. I hear in the circle of thieves you have something very important and very valuable in your possession.” He stared at him.

 

“Yes I do and with a very good price I will give them to you.” Beelza struck out a bargain with the pirate. Then a laugh sounded around.

 

“Oh trust me when I say you will give them to me.” The leader began to slowly approach him as his men moved inward upon him. Beelza knew it was no use to perform his magic. It wasn’t called the dark lands for nothing. This is the place where the souls of dead pirates come when they die. No magic in his power will stop them. His treacherous ways seem to have come to their end.

 

Uncle Paul sat in the dining room sipping a nice hot toddy, a waiting on news of his family. Suddenly a strong wind gushed and blew open the double doors. Paul jumped to his feet alarmed, but became relaxed when he saw who entered. Apollyon glided in and went straight over to the bar pouring him a drink. He came over to sit in a chair adjacent to Paul. Paul had reclaimed his seat.

 

“So how are things going with the family? Any news?” Paul asked sipping his drink. Apollyon crossed his one leg over the other and took a sip of his drink.

 

“Accalia is going to warn her sons of the athames. I sent Gaia to the two oldest to inform them about Lilliana’ son and Myrriana’s daughters.” Apollyon took another sip and went into deep thought.

 

“Do you think that was wise to send Gaia. Myrriana is still steaming from what she did to her.” Uncle Paul wasn’t sure how that could turn.

 

“She will have to learn to come to terms with what happened, especially with the power I gave to her. It’s all new and unstable.” Apollyon shook his head. All he wanted for his family to be safe and at peace.

 

“That has puzzled me, Apollyon. Why did you give her all that power?” Uncle Paul had often wondered about that decision.

 

“My child was dying and that wasn’t something I was willing to allow happened. She will be alright and she will use it wisely.” Apollyon looked over to Uncle Paul and both men sighed. Losing a family member was never in the cards for either.

 

The four werewolves came upon the place the trail had lead them. The stench of the dead pirates stung their nostrils along with that of Beelza. They took on their human forms and began to search for the children.

 

“Beelza was here but now he’s gone.” Andreius surmised. Jacob sought frantically for the young ones.

 

“Here! Over here!” Geoff called to them, they ran over to him. He had found their packs.

 

“Night walker spirited them away.” Jacob deducted.

 

“I hope they find their way home soon. Using the magic in this place is so uncertain. They could transport anywhere.” Andreius explained.

 

“And we have something else with which to be concerned. Beelza is in there and so are the athames.” Hunter reminded them. All four pairs of eyes shifted towards the dark forest and the power it now possessed.

 

 

 

Chapter 60 by Night Mistress

 

It was dark in the forest–dark as pitch. No moon could be seen. Silvio, Lysandra, and Narkissa didn’t know where they were and they could scarcely see each other. Each had knowledge of the forest that would help them find their way, but Lysandra’s vision was enhanced when she took on the form of a hawk or a cat. She tried, but to her dismay, did not recognize their surroundings. “I do not know this place,” she said remorsefully.

 

Narkissa sighed with regret. “I shouldn’t have used this magic while on the Dark Lands, I should have known the risk,” she said, her head hung low.

 

Silvio reached out for her in the darkness until his strong hand was on her shoulder. “You were only trying to protect me. No one can fault you for that.” His voice was languid, regretful. “What I don’t understand is, why did you have to? Who were those creatures and why did you refer to me as the son of the dark lord? Please tell me…”

 

Lysandra and Narkissa were still reeling from the realization that he was the son of Andreius and Lilliana, and in the haste of escaping the Dark Lands, they’d all but forgotten to explain things to him. “Forgive us, Silvio,” Lysandra pleaded. “You’re right; we must explain everything that we know–”

 

“But first–” Narkissa interjected, “We must figure out where we are… make certain it is safe to discuss such matters.”

 

“She’s right,” said Lysandra. “I will tell you this and this alone,” she said with a tear in her eye as she reached up to place her hand on his cheek. “You are family to us… long lost family.”

 

Silvio inhaled deeply, his brow furrowed tight. He did not understand, but knew it would have to wait. Suddenly, a familiar scent tantalized his senses. “Astragalus,” he said abruptly and began to look around.

 

“What?” said Narkissa.

 

“Astragalus,” he repeated. “If the Wisteria was too young to use, the women who raised me would use Astragalus to cure illness, even heal wounds. I was told they had to travel quite far to get it. There are many species, but none grow near our lands.”

 

“I smell nothing,” said Narkissa curiously as she sniffed the air.

 

“It is sweet, but very faint,” he replied.

 

Lysandra used her senses to find this herb as she could smell it too. “Here!” she exclaimed, her hands feeling a leafy bush at the base of a tree.

 

Silvio kneeled down in the darkness and felt it. “Yes! This is it.”

“Silvio, do you remember anything about where this grows? Then we’d know where we are!”

 

“No, only that it is far into the west,” said Silvio.

 

Then we must start traveling east,” said Lysandra. “But in this darkness it will be difficult to guess our direction by looking at the trees.”

 

Silvio pulled some of the plant and put it in his pouch. “Then we shall ask them,” he said strongly.

 

“Them who?” the young ladies asked in unison.

 

“The trees,” said Silvio matter-of-factly. “They all speak, but in different ways. They may help if they are willing.

 

“Silvio, my man, you are certainly full of surprises,” said Lysandra.

 

Narkissa remained silent and smiled as she held back her tears. Silvio’s similarity to her beloved uncle was so strong. She couldn’t believe he was alive and well. And she hoped with everything she had that she and her sister could reunite them safely.

 

Suddenly, the forest became dotted with trees that glowed a faint rose hue. It became clear they were forming a pathway. The young man thanked them and began his journey. The ladies hurriedly followed.

 

 

Meanwhile…

 

Andreius smelled the familiar scent of their nieces, but also that of another, one familiar from long ago. It was that of his one and only son. He was taken wholly aback; the first sign that he was truly alive. He and his brothers walked onto the Dark Lands with purpose. The moon was very low in the sky and shone lightly on the barren land below.

 

“Gregor!” Andreius yelled. “Captain of forgotten ships, leader of the brigand wraiths; show yourself to me.”

 

The spirit of Gregor, the pirate captain, slowly appeared, a few of his men at side. As they took the semblance of living men, one could see the differences in their appearance. They came from different times, centuries apart; some with long braids and metal armor, others with turbans or helmets with horns. They held Beelza, still barely alive, his arms and mouth bound. His pockets empty.

 

“Velkominir,” Gregor exclaimed, greeting the four visitors. “I was expecting you, Andreius. I will not insult you, nor waste your time by asking what you came for.” With that, he handed the athames wrapped in leather cloth over to Andreius. “I have no use for these.”

 

Beelza became erratic, attempting to holler “fool” from behind his gag. Andreius’s eyes moved to Beelza’s and Beelza froze.

 

Gregor grinned. “I saved him for you, my friend,” he declared.  

 

“Most gracious of you,” Andreius drawled. He moved swiftly to Beelza and Beelza’s eyes grew large as he awaited the dark lord’s torturous onslaught. But Andreius didn’t wish to dirty his hands with the traitorous, scheming, filth that stood before him. With a wisp of his hand he sent Beelza to the netherworld to be reunited with his father, Old Long Horn.

 

Andreius returned to face Gregor. “The young man…” Andreius began.

 

“Your son,” Gregor replied.

 

Andreius had felt the pirates knew about his son, and now he knew it for certain. Jacob and the others looked at each other uncomfortably. They worried who else might know this fact.

 

“The young ladies took him,” said Gregor. “They are very protective of him. That is all I know.”

 

“Þakka fyrir” said Andreius, thanking Gregor in his own tongue.

 

“Ekki at þakka (it was nothing),” replied the captain. Then he and his men disappeared.

 

Hunter began to growl. “Now, let’s go find my nephew.”

 

“Wait!” Andreius bellowed. “Someone must take the athames to the castle and lock them away.” He then handed them to Hunter. “You three go together. I will find my son myself.”

 

The brothers were in an uproar and began to argue this notion.

 

Andreius’s chest grew large and he lunged forward. “I’ll speak no more of this, now go!”

 

Jacob forced his hands into Andreius’s chest and pushed him back. “I’m going with you!” he growled.

 

Andreius met him nose to nose. “I am going alone,” he reiterated.

 

“He doesn’t trust us without you, Jacob,” Geoff realized aloud.

 

Hunter held his tongue.

 

“It would be safer if you were together,” Andreius corrected in a booming tone. “We know naught if other dangers are lurking.”

 

“And as such, if you think you are leaving alone, you’ve gone completely mad,” Jacob warned.

 

Andreius held back a thunderous bellow. His eyes were piercing gold as he stared at Hunter and Geoff. “Make haste,” he warned them. He then shifted in to his other form, a fierce black beast of a wolf and tore across the forest floor in search of his son.

 

Jacob followed fast behind him. Hunter and Geoff sprinted to the Forbidden Forest, home of their castle and the only place the athames would be safe.

 

 

Several days passed, and in the secret realm of Crystallis a plot was brewing…

 

A new dawn had arrived. Lilliana was finally alone. The others believed she was resting. However, she had not seen her husband, nor heard any word of her son. What’s more, Andreius had not yet claimed the throne. She had business to attend to, and no one was going to stop her. When she was quite certain she was alone, but for Lewella, who never left her side, she transformed her gown into black riding attire. The jacket flared slightly to disguise her faintly fuller pregnant waistline. She didn’t show much quite yet.

 

“Lilliana, you must rest. Please come back and sit,” Lewella begged.

 

“No, I am sorry, but I’ve had quite enough rest. I have to go,” said Lilliana while tightening the straps on her hidden daggers and walking toward the entranceway.

 

“But it’s too dangerous out there,” Lewella insisted.

 

“Yes, for anyone who crosses my path,” Lilliana muttered.

 

Myrriana was hid behind a willow tree. She knew that trying to stay Lilliana was futile, but she wouldn’t let her go alone. Someone else, however, had other plans. “Let her go,” said Gaia from behind her daughter.

 

“Stay out of this,” Myrriana warned.

 

Gaia was unmoved. “Let her do what she will, Myrriana. You and I have unsettled business.”

 

Myrriana pondered that thought for a moment. “Don’t tempt me into settling it now.” She then leapt onto her horse as she saw Lilliana on horseback flying down the pathway out of sight.

 

“Please, Myrriana, we must clear the air!” Gaia beseeched.

 

Myrriana yelled over her shoulder as she rode away, “The air will be clear when I get back the power you took from me.”

 

Those words shot straight through to the heart of Gaia, cold and piercing. She knew that the only way Myrriana could be given back that power was to kill her. She backed up wearily against a tree. Would it really come to that? Would her own daughter challenge her in battle?

 

Myrriana felt a small amount of regret for her words. She was angry at her mother’s lies and betrayals, but was she mad enough to kill her—to even fight her? With the new powers she’d been given by her father, she felt reckless, almost unstable as far as her emotions. She knew her father was right, it would take time to get these knew feelings under control. She just hoped it would happen soon. She would have to face her mother eventually; she just couldn’t foresee what the outcome would be. How far would she go?

 

Myrriana rode as fast as she could over the hill and into Faedren Forest, but Lilliana was nowhere in sight. She halted her horse and huffed. Lilliana was gone.

 

 

Chapter 61 by Mystique

 

Hunter and Geoff sprinted through the forest at a great pace towards their home the castle, in possession of some things very valuable that needed to be put in safe keeping. Suddenly Hunter came to an abrupt halt, transforming immediately with Geoff coming up to his side. He too took on his human form.

 

“What’s wrong, Hunter?” Geoff was confused with the interruption of their journey. Hunter looked towards the direction of the castle, never turning to his youngest brother. Geoff could see something had him tensed but couldn’t pick up any unduly scent that would have alarmed him.

 

“You shouldn’t have said that to Andreius.” Hunter never looked back to Geoff as he spoke these words. He heard Geoff’s anxious movements behind him in reply to the statement.

 

“I can’t help the way I feel and sometimes that’s how I do. He just doesn’t seem to trust us to do major things unless he or Jacob is about. It’s like he thinks we’ll screw up or something.” He could hear the pain in Geoff’s voice and for the first time since the conversation, Hunter turned towards him.

 

“He trusts us. But being the eldest he feels responsible for our well-being. After all, he had to assume the father figure since we didn’t have one. So he has this need to protect us. You have no idea how trying times are at the moment. So much is weighing on his mind.” Hunter tried to get him to understand. Geoff eyes met his and he thought for a moment then walked a short distance away.

 

“I do understand all that you’re saying. I just wish he would stop treating me like I’m still that little boy. I’m not anymore. I’m a man now and deserve to be treated accordingly. I don’t need his protection I need him to allow me to be part of the brotherhood and whatever may come.” Geoff’s eyes were glowing orange from frustration. Hunter could sympathize with him, though he didn’t feel he was treated as Geoff. Andreius has entrusted many perilous tasks upon him.

 

“When this is all settled, we will sit down with Andreius and you can air your grievances.” Hunter walked up to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. They quickly turned and instantly became their beastly forms hearing a twig snap behind them. Side by side they stood, awaiting the intruder to come forth.

 

 

Beelza slowly emerged from the sleep that overcame him while being banished to the underworld. The place was warm and damp as the stench of brimstone stung his nostrils. He sat up, his eyes roamed about taking in his surroundings. He was hoping this was only a dream and not truly reality as his mind went back to the events that had occurred beforehand.

 

“No! No! No! This can’t be. It’s not so!” He wailed as the truth of the matter sunk in hard and deep.

 

“Oh, but yes! It could be and it is! My dear, Beelza, you have been a very naughty boy. And I’m not pleased at ALL!” A familiar voice came from behind him. He jumped to his feet swirling at the same moment, to stare into the face of the one he called….

 

“Master!” Is all that could escaped, his lips.

Myrriana stood poised on her horse trying to pinpoint Lilliana’ location, but she had blocked her out of her mind. She was in no state to be out let alone riding a horse. She feared for the safety of her sister and her unborn babies. She thought for a moment then dismounted and walked to the edge.

 

“Dare I? It will be risky, but I need to seek out Lilliana.” She became quieted and moved within herself to tap into her newfound powers. There she found just what she needed, but suddenly a piercing pain shot through her head like a bolt of lightning. She crumbled to the ground in a heap. Darkness claimed her.

 

“Nooooo!” Apollyon jumped to his feet, causing Uncle Paul to do likewise.

 

“What is it Apollyon? You scared me half out of my wits.” He said holding his chest where his heart was located, feeling it pounding against his hand.

 

“Myrriana! She’s attempting to use some of the power I gave her.” He explained.

 

Paul was confused. “But you knew she would use them when you gave it to her.” Paul reminded Apollyon, who then turned to him.

 

“I gave it to save her. I couldn’t bear to lose her because of some selfish deed done by your sister. Need I bring that back to your memory?” Apollyon’s voice was stern.

 

Paul turned away shaking his head. “I know why you did it and I’m very grateful it was done. But at what price?” Paul walked to the double doors leading out to the garden.

 

“At a great price, I fear.” Apollyon concluded.

 

Paul heard a wisp then turned to see Apollyon had left. Jacob stopped in his tracks as he felt as if a sharp knife had impaled his very heart. Andreius turned around and could see his brother was feeling something and whatever it was, it wasn’t good.

 

Lilliana pulled hard on the reins commanding the horse to cease its flight. She felt it.

 

Jenevieve and Daina ran into the room where their Uncle Paul stood. He turned to them and saw it in their faces.

 

“Uncle Paul what’s going on?” Jenevieve started.

 

“We can’t feel her any longer. It’s like she’s gone…..” Daina began.

 

“Who’s gone my dears?” He dreaded to ask but felt he knew, with Apollyon leaving in such haste.

 

Myrriana was in a state of oblivion to events occurring around her. One fought hard to protect her as she lay succumbed to darkness, but her battle with the unknown was futile. The faithful warrior witch stumbled into the castle and some fellow witches came to her aide and took her to her bedroom. Brumhilda was notified and rushed to her room. She looked up into the face of her Queen, feeling ashamed she wasn’t able to perform the duty given to her.

 

“I’m sorry Your Majesty. I followed her as you had asked. She was chasing after the other one with child, but was interrupted by her mother for a moment, enough time for the other to get away. She attempted to seek her out, but something happened. She called forth a being I had never seen before. I tried to protect her because the act had rendered her helpless. With a wave of his hand he sent me into the tree knocking my breath out of me. Then he took her in a swift of light.” She informed.

 

“It wasn’t your fault. They are more high spirited then I had thought. Rest and I’ll figure this out.” Brumhilda turned away and moved towards an open window. She thought for a while trying to remember who uses light to transport about.

 

“His name is Thorpe, Your Highness.” A voice cut through her thoughts, she turned to see the one she had heard so much about.

 

“Apollyon!” She watched as he moved towards her.

 

Myrriana began to stir from her induced slumber. Her eyes parted, she looked about the room and found nothing she recognized. Slowly she sat up in bed and felt a small twinge in her head. That’s when she saw movement to her left and someone approaching. She looked up into the dark brown eyes. Their depth, were endless as if you could fall forever inside of them. His skin liken to a deep bronze, enhancing his muscles. His hair as black as coal with deep waves that flowed towards the back of his head and captured by a single braid down his back to his waist. He was as big as Andreius and Jacob with broad shoulders.

 

“Hello. How are you feeling?” His voice was like a low rumble. She at first felt some fear, but his eyes seemed to have a calming effect.

 

“Where am I? Who are you?” She asked beginning to panic. She was confused. He could see this and sat at her side gently touching her hand.

 

“You have nothing to fear from me milady. I mean you know harm. My name is Thorpe. And you are in my Palace. I found you lain out and brought you here to mend.” He smiled assuring her he meant her no ill will. She tried to remember things but couldn’t. He looked upon her intensely. Then she looked up at him with an inquisitive expression.

 

“Who am I? Do you know?” She had no recollection of her formal self.

 

 

 

Chapter 62 Night Mistress

 

Lilliana sat briefly halted on her horse. She hadn’t been able to connect with Myrriana’s mind as well as she could before she obtained her new power from Apollyon, but this was different. This was a sudden feeling of loss, as if Myrriana were not near at all—possibly gone from this realm altogether. Had Myrriana left into another time, or maybe another state of consciousness? Maybe it was one of Myrriana’s tricks; she is after all, more powerful than ever before. Surely it wasn’t death—was it?

 

 

 

“No!” Lilliana snapped. She refused to believe it. She took off on her horse once more. She would have to clear her head. She had to find her son, and then surely she would find out what was going on with Myrriana.

 

She rode fast and hard until she reached the gates of the black castle. The gates flung open and she rode like lightning down the steep, grassy, hillside; lower and lower until it turned in to the stony terrain that led her into the arched entrance to the castle.

 

She rode inside and down through the huge hall and called out, “Soldiers of darkness! Hear me well!” She leapt from the horse and hurried up the stairs to stand before the empty throne. She turned to face the room which quickly filled with members of the dark lord’s infamous army; flames ever roaring in the corners behind her.

 

Creatures of many types stood before her, loyal and anxious. She spoke with vehement authority. “You serve the dark lord, Andreius, and in his absence, you serve me. Your task is to find three young people that I seek. They travel together: two young women, one young man. Do not alert them to your presence. And above all else, see that they are not harmed. Find and follow them, and alert me at once. If I am away, send word only to the Shadowmen. Speak of your charges to no one else.”

 

After she gave a description and completed her instructions, she rode out once again for the Forbidden Forest. She would enlist the help of the Shadowmen as well; the guardians of her family’s castle and grounds. Their whispers in the night spread word to the Shadowmen of neighboring forests and soon spread in secret throughout the lands. Lilliana didn’t want any part of the realm unsearched. She’d had enough of waiting for her son. She’d amassed a terrific army, but she was not finished yet. She now rode out to ask a small favor of someone she hadn’t seen in far too long….

 

 

Hunter and Geoff stood strong and powerful, their senses told them several creatures were near, creatures not unlike themselves. They relaxed when they felt the familiar presence and waited for them to appear.

 

“Hello, my sons,” said Accalia warmly. She transformed to her human image and greeted them with a smile.

 

Mother and son used telepathy to communicate in a way safe from prying ears. <I>I am thrilled to see you safe, we have searched for the athames but it has been in vain,</I> said she.

 

<I>Search no more, they have been safely retrieved,</I> Hunter replied.

 

<I>That is wonderful to hear,</I> said Accalia with a sigh of relief.

 

“Andreius still searches for his son,” said Hunter aloud.

 

“The eyes of the wolves will scour the lands,” she replied. “And if you need me, I’ll be around.”

 

 

With that, Hunter and Geoff returned to their task. They soon crossed into the Forbidden Forest. The castle was in sight, but that isn’t where they were headed.

 

 

 

Meanwhile far from her home…

 

Day had broken. The sun’s light gently brightened the greens of the leaves and the blues of the small waterfalls around her. Her horse drank from a stream and she looked around and smiled. She hadn’t felt at such peace in a while. All was quiet but for the delicate flow of the water and the soft sounds of nature. An eloquently structured house of wood stood nearby. She took a deep cleansing breath and began to follow the cedar path to its door. But a voice spoke gently from behind her.

 

“Caitríona,” he said meaningfully.

 

Lilliana turned to him. It had been so long she’d forgotten how the look in his eyes touched her so. “That isn’t my name,” she said with a friendly smile.

 

He was handsome, charming; his sandy hair was tucked behind his ears and curved to meet his chin. He wasn’t clean-shaven; it had been several days since a blade had touched his skin. But he was kempt. His gray-green eyes locked on hers as he neared and refused to look away. “I know it isn’t your name. You’ve been telling me that since we were children,” he reminded.

 

“Then why do you insist on saying it to me?” she asked, her eyes turning away from his.

 

He reached her and paused only to stare. He then gingerly slid a loose lock of hair away from her face. “Because it means pure, and that is what you have always been to me.”

 

Lilliana felt herself forgetting to inhale. “Steffan, you were always my best friend–”

 

“And nothing more,” he finished. He then smiled his charming way and sighed. “I apologize. You know how happy I am that you found true love.” Only when he said those words did his eyes fall downward, away from hers.

 

They were silent for a time. Lilliana adored Steffan, but was in love with Andreius and nothing could surpass that love. Steffan, however, meant an incalculable amount to her, and she could not imagine a life without him in it.

 

“I need your help, Steffan,” Lilliana finally breathed.

 

“You know I’d do anything for you,” he replied. His brow furrowed when he saw the pained look in her eyes. He took her by the shoulders gently. “Lilliana, what is the matter?” he asked. This time there was urgency in his voice.

 

“It’s my son–” she replied.

 

Steffan was confused. “Magnus?” he asked.

 

“Yes, he alive! He’s alive, Steffan! We’ve only just discovered this news and we cannot find him. He is somewhere with Myrriana’s daughters, but no one knows where. I have tried everything!” She began to weep as she spoke. The scope of recent events was beginning to hit her at once. “Andreius has been gone for days in search of him and I have just sent out the dark ones and the Shadowmen. “I beg you to help. You are the greatest tracker in all the land, please help me…”

 

Steffan was taken aback by all of this news, but there was no time to ponder his thoughts. “Of course I will help you! Why didn’t you come to me first?”

 

His look of concern washed over her and she fell into his arms and wept for the first time in a very long time. They had been the best of friends since childhood and there was no one she felt more secure with apart from Andreius. “Steffan, I am sorry,” said Lilliana. “I just became overwhelmed.” Then, still in his arms, she fainted.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 63 by Mystique

 

How much is too much? When is enough, enough? One family has been plagued with their share of adversities. And just when they had gotten through one another rears its ugly head. It’s said what doesn’t kill you will only make you strong. But sometimes even the strong can be broken.

 

Four brothers set out on a quest having to become divided. Two on a perilous mission to safe keep very important valuables and while the other two continue for the search of three young heirs. Shadowmen, Creatures of the Dark were summoned to assist in the search. A Wolfen Queen has sent word throughout her Kingdom to keep open eyes.

 

Two sisters have found themselves on their own journeys, but two men have come forth to assist each. One is a stranger of mystery, who has his own agenda. The other a long time childhood friend sought, with abilities that may come in handy.

 

One sister left the safety of the witches in pursuit of help in seeking her son, who thought lost many years pass. But the health of her yet unborn babies and herself are in jeopardy. The other anxious to seek her out and save her from this plight, dared to delve into unchartered powers bestowed upon her by her Father in his desperation to save her from death. With that one act, things for her changed drastically. She’s in a place she knows nothing of and the worst of the situation she has no idea of her own identity.

 

 

 

 

“Who am I? Do you know?” She looked into his eyes with such fear and confusion, his heart nearly melt. The problem with that scenario is he doesn’t have one per say.

 

“M’Lady I think you may have hurt your head and it’s now traumatized. This may be the reason you’re not remembering anything. Maybe with rest you will regain it back.” He laid a light hand over hers. She looked down at his hand then up into his eyes, getting that drawing into them feeling once again. She quickly turned her head away and leaned back into the pillow.

 

“So how long will it take for me to recover my memory? Surly someone out there is seeking me out?” She began to wonder if she had family and if so, would they be looking for her? Surly if this is so they would be frantic by now.

 

“I don’t know M’Lady, but I think until you know who you are and where you’re from it would be safer for you to stay here under my protection.” He suggested. She looked back at him but avoided eye contact.

 

“You said you came upon me lying on the ground. Where was that? Maybe I lived near there and if so, I could go back and they will know me.” She glanced his way to see if he agreed or not.

 

“I don’t know about that M’Lady. What I didn’t tell you, because I didn’t want to alarm you. I was taking a stroll in my garden when I heard your scream shoot through my head and immediately I follow it and came upon you on the ground with a waif standing over you. I wasn’t sure if she were the one who had caused you any harm or not.” Stood to his feet and made an attempt to reprise the scene.

 

“When she saw me approaching she unsheathed her sword and took on an aggressive stance. M’Lady I’m not one to fight Women but this one wouldn’t allow me to assist you.” He paused placing his hands upon his chest in a gesture to plead his case on the events that followed.

 

“So we struggle for a bit until I had no choice but to use my powers to fling her to yon tree to disable her enough to bide me time to gather you and flee the area.” The way he convey this event was like it was a great adventure he had just completed. She slightly smiled.

 

“I’m sorry. I have no idea who this person could have been or why she would want to hurt me.” Myrriana shook her head pondering all that he had said.

 

“M’Lady I think not you will find any acquaintances there, but don’t fret we will discover who you are and reunite you with your family and friends. Why don’t you rest for now and I will send in my Healer to check on you.” He rose from the bed and looked at her one more time then turned and left. Once outside, he beckoned to one of his guards.

 

“No one is to enter except Ursalyn.” He was very firm in his speech and walked away with a purpose.

 

 

 

 

“Thorpe is an Ancient. I met him when we had the great battles ages ago. We became great friends. He was there when Myrriana was born. And that’s where the problem lied.” Apollyon began to explain his connection with Thorpe to Brumhilda.

 

“An Ancient one, yet I don’t recognize that name.” She informed him. Apollyon sip from the brew she had brought to them.

 

“You wouldn’t by that name, but you would by the true one.” Apollyon informed her. And the way he looked into her eyes alarmed her on what he would say next.

 

“His true name is Eprohteus. He is now Lord of the clouds and ruler of the sky people.” Brumhilda gasp. It had been a very long time since she heard that name.

 

 

 

 

Andreius and Jacob came to a stream where they stopped and rested, transforming into their human selves. It had been a long futile on taking. They had searched high and low yet finding the children just seemed impossible. Jacob drank from the cooling waters as Andreius then took a seat under a grand oak.

 

“Back there when you suddenly stopped, I could see something happened. What is troubling you, Brother?” Andreius came to sit at his side, seeing as he could tell Jacob was brooding for something other than their task.

 

“I’m not sure, but I felt like something pierced my heart. I don’t quite know what it means. But enough, we have more pressing things to deal with.” Jacob didn’t want to reveal to Andreius he had loss his link with Myrriana. As if she was no more. This wasn’t the time to get him distracted.

 

 

 

 

“Uncle Paul what does this mean? We can’t connect to our sister anymore.” Jenevieve sat across from her Uncle.

 

“It’s like she’s vanished.” Daina sat on his right side. He looked at her not sure what to make of it.

 

“Or maybe she could be dead.” Jenevieve added. Daina looked at her with shock.

 

“Don’t say that Jenevieve. We almost lost her once it would be unbearable if we finally did.” Uncle Paul placed a comforting arm about her and gave a gentle smile to Jenevieve, who by now had tears rolling down her face. He made not be sure what’s going on, but one thing is evident, Apollyon left in a hurry so he may hold the answers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 64 by NM

 

Steffan quickly carried Lilliana into the house to his bedroom. He laid her down gently and tried to wake her. “Lilliana,” he said sweetly. “Lilliana… my Caitríona, please wake and speak to me. A bottle of rose water was on the table. He wetted his fingertips and stroked her head and face. She began to stir.

 

He watched carefully as her eyes fluttered open. For the first moment, she looked at him and smiled; then she realized what must have happened. She tried to sit up and began to explain, “Steffan, I don’t understand why that happened–”

 

“Shh, don’t try to speak too much now,” said Steffan. “It happened because you’ve been under a great deal of strain. And I won’t let you make a move until you’ve recovered your strength. “Please lie back; give yourself some time.” His eyes pleaded, but they were also serious.

 

“But Steffan, there is so much I have to do–” she began.

 

“No, there is much <I>I</I> have to do, but I won’t leave here until I am sure you are well. So please, lay back and rest.”

 

She knew he meant every word. Steffan never said anything he didn’t wholeheartedly mean.

 

“You’re right, Steffan. I will rest. “But will you stay with me?” she asked.

 

He stared lovingly into her eyes. “As long as I live,” he replied.

 

 

Andreius and Jacob had come to an impasse. They stood at the edge of the western wood in their human forms. Andreius, was slowly changing inside as the new powers from his father began to come into fruition. His voice was deep and cool. “Creatures of the night, they roam by day…” His eyes tightened from curiosity. “The dark soldiers trek the land and the Shadowmen have extended beyond our borders – I hear their whispers.”   

 

“Lilliana,” said Jacob, knowingly she was responsible.

 

“Yes,” Andreius agreed. “But there’s more, I feel it. She left them, and she was alone.”

 

“Alone!” Jacob boomed. “She is ever a stubborn woman! Where could she have gone?”

 

Andreius’s back stiffened as he knew exactly where she would have gone. “There is but one place,” he said with pause. “But she will be safe there. Something else troubles me… the energy has shifted.”

 

“I feel it too,” said Jacob. “I’ve felt it since I lost my connection with Myrriana.”

 

Andreius looked at his brother knowingly and then to the sky. It was darkening in the distance. The clouds became dense and were turning at a terrible rate of speed.

 

“The veil has been reopened, and travelers come from afar. They bring war.” As the two men stood at the edge of the forest and stared across the open land to the nethermost regions, Andreius made one last assertion. “There’s a reason we cannot feel our children. They have crossed the boundary. They are in the Elderlands.”

 

With those words, one thousand dark soldiers appeared and stood amongst them, and Shadowmen from all over the realm rose from the forest floor to join them. All stared into the distance and to the uncertainty that lay ahead.

 

 

Uncle Paul stirred anxiously in his cottage. A man of the woods, guardian of nature, he could not interfere with matters of the natural order; he could merely offer support. And offer support he had, for countless ages. But on this day, he felt a dark day was near or something looming. And even he could not ascertain what it was. His resolve was waning. With so many questions in the balance regarding his family, he was very near to breaking convention and using his power to interfere head-on.

 

Paul changed to his walking attire, a long robe of hemp and flax, his staff the spiraled limb from a long-departed tree which had been his dear friend. He walked through along a stream, in search of solace, but his heart was distressed.

 

Symia felt his heartache and began to sing his name.

 

He turned and stared into to her eyes as she neared. She glided across the water, transforming into a translucent but human-looking self. She extended her hand as she reached the edge, but did not leave the water. “Be not troubled, dear Paul. For you are not alone in your sorrows.”

 

Paul took her hand. She was touchable and her skin felt cool, soothing. “We will sort this out together,” she proclaimed.

 

 

Chapter 65 by Mystique

 

“I can’t just sit here and do nothing, Jenevieve. Our sister is missing, Uncle Paul knows it and Father does also.” Jenevieve lay across her bed watching Daina pace back and forth. She was in process of counting each step she made when suddenly Daina stopped in mid stroll.

 

“What can we do?” Jenevieve sat up. Daina began to pace once again, but this time her thoughts seemed to run deeper.

 

“I don’t know but there has to be something. This is driving me crazy and I’m tired of us being the ones having to stay behind like we’re the weakest links.” She stopped again and looked over at her sister and she could see something in those eyes.

 

“You figured out something didn’t you?? Daina ran to the bed and sat at her sister’s side. “I know that look what’s on your mind?” Daina’s mouth curved into a smile and Jenevieve nodded. Neither of them aware there was someone lurking outside of the door, listening to everything. Suddenly they turned and walked away to await and see how the two would implement their plan.

 

 

 

“What do you mean by, ‘that’s where the problem lied?” Brumhilda was curious to that statement.

 

“He fell in love with her when he first laid eyes on her. I wasn’t alarmed at first I thought it was purely innocent. But as she grew his obsession became increasingly disheartening. And so when she became of age he asked for her hand in marriage. That’s when I confronted him and we had hard words that almost led to blows. I banned him and forbid him to ever come in contact with any of us ever again, or I would kill him with my bare hands. He left but I could tell he wasn’t giving up so easily.” Apollyon rose from his seat and walked over to a window looking out. Something was brewing, the atmosphere was changing.

 

“You sense it too, don’t you?” Brumhilda stood up and came to his side.

 

“The veil is open and they come. Like I really need this headache at this time.” Apollyon’s voice was low and quiet. Brumhilda laid a hand on his shoulder. He turned and looked into her eyes. She was an extraordinary being.

 

“Now that he has her, what do you think he will do?” Brumhilda gazed out the window, not sure she wanted to know that answer.

 

“He won’t harm her, his feelings are genuine.” Apollyon assured her.

 

“We know she’s not gone from us, so the broken connection could mean only one thing….” Brumhilda looked over to him.

 

“Her memory in blocked.” He concurred. She turned and leaned back into the wall.

 

“Was it the attempt to use her unchartered powers, or of his doing?” Brumhilda knew he would know exactly why the block was in place.

 

“It was him. I know it from his essence. We had become so close, like Brothers. We even did something that would bind us even after death.” Apollyon walked back to the chair and sat. Brumhilda listen with interest.

 

 

 

“The last place we know Myrriana was with Lilliana at Crystallis, the hidden realm of witches. We need to go there and speak with Lilliana, I’m sure she is feeling at we do. Maybe she knows what happened.” Jenevieve had and Daina were heading towards the stable. They had packed light weight bags for the journey. Daina had already ordered the stable boy to prepare their horses.

 

“Good call. The last known location would be the best place to start.” Daina hung her bag on the horse and mounted it. “Wait.” She just had a realization.

 

“What is it?” Jenevieve sat on her horse and looked over to her sister. Daina’s eyes met hers.

“Lilliana. She’s not at Crystallis.” She was confused whys she didn’t sense her there are had caught it sooner.

 

“Why would she leave there and where would she go?” Jenevieve was equally bewildered. Both of their older sisters aren’t where they are should be. One can’t be felt so location is unknown while the other can be felt and yet neither can her location be detected.

 

“You’re right. I’m not liking this at all, Daina. Something is wrong we need to get to Crystallis quickly and find out what’s going on.” Jenevieve pulled on the reins and turned her horse towards the open gate with Daina behind her.

 

“Should we let Uncle Paul know we’re leaving?” Daina looked in the direction his cottage dwelled.

 

“No, he will only try to prevent us from leaving. The men are out trying to regain the Athames and find the children. We need to do this without interference.” Jenevieve’s eyes were focus as she commanded her horse onwards. But Daina caught the change in the atmosphere and could see the approaching cloud formation heading their way. She had an uneasy feeling about them.

 

 

 

 

“Hello Missy. My name is Ursalyn. King Eprohteus sent me to tend to your needs. How do you feel?” A woman near Myrriana’s age entered the room carrying a tray of all sorts of herbs and such. Myrriana thought her very lovely. Her skin was a beautiful mocha color. Her hair was in many braids going to the back, thick, and raven in color. Her lips full and smooth, eyes like Deer’s deep brown and beyond them were ages of wisdom. She wore a large hoop in each ear. He attire was unlike any Myrriana had ever seen. It was like a sheet of multi-color fabric wrapped around her tightly accenting her well-shaped figure.

 

“I’m feeling okay except for the slight headache and the loss of memory.” Myrriana smiled at her. Ursalyn sat the tray at the bedside and began to look into her eyes, Myrriana didn’t object to the examination. Finished with her eyes Ursalyn took some of herbs and mixed them in a chalice added some liquid, then handed it to Myrriana.

 

“I can’t help with the memory but that will aid the headache.” She sat at her side on the bed, watching Myrriana as she stared down into the cup then gingerly sipped a bit, finding it tasty drank the rest, given the empty cup to her. Ursalyn took it and sat it back on the tray.

 

“I will go now and allow you to rest. His Majesty is expecting to dine with you for supper.” Myrriana caught a hint of sadness with this information. She wondered.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 66 by Night Mistress

 

“Silvio, Lysandra, we’ve been walking easterly for days but still do not know where we are,” Narkissa reminded.

 

Lysandra sighed wearily. “I know this, Narkissa, but I have flown ahead many times, and still I do not recognize this place. I must fly further.”

 

“No,” her sister objected. “It’s too dangerous.”

 

Lysandra halted. “I must. Even if it takes days, I must find out where we are. It may be our only chance to get back to familiar lands,” she argued.

 

“No, Lysandra,” Silvio interjected. “It’s much too dangerous for you to fly above at such a length in strange lands. You’ll stay with us.”

 

His voice was unintentionally masterful; and he sounded just like someone else they knew. But they couldn’t tell him, not yet, not in this unknown place.

 

“But Silvio–” Lysandra began.

 

“No buts,” he concluded. “For the moment there is safety in our numbers. We must stay together and keep moving.”

 

Lysandra and Narkissa looked at each other with surprise. Silvio was certainly coming into his own. He would surely be a leader someday. ‘But not today,’ thought Lysandra. “I’m going,” she said. “I must find a way to get us out of here, especially you, Silvio. We haven’t any more time to lose.” With that, she transformed into a peregrine falcon and flew away fast and far into the east.

 

Silvio looked at Narkissa somewhat bemused. One brow was raised. “She is utterly stubborn,” he noted aloud.

 

“Soon you’ll find out that she gets it unquestionably honest,” Narkissa sighed.

 

Lysandra soared through the air. The clouds were gray and part of the sky was darkening. The air was viscid and unusually warm. Something wasn’t right and she was even more determined to get Silvio back to their lands. She was fast and her eyes spanned the trees and land below noting every detail of movement below. Then she saw it. The familiar treeless landscape that separated their homelands from the Elderlands was in the distance. And to her great shock, they were on the wrong side of it. This momentary lapse of attention to the details below caused her to miss something which caught her off guard. She was struck hard in the side by a dart and began to spiral helplessly to the ground.

 

“Lysandra!” cried Narkissa, feeling her sister’s pain.

 

She began to run through the forest at lightning speed, Silvio charging after her.

 

 

 

 

Steffan sat on the bed beside Lilliana as she rested her head on his chest. She’d told him about her unborn twins, but he wouldn’t let her tell him anything else, as he didn’t want her to become overwhelmed as she had before. ‘Only good thoughts for now,’ he’d told her.

 

She’d fallen asleep on his chest, but he didn’t mind. She belonged to another, but he loved her, and if she wanted to sleep in his arms he would happily oblige. However, she began to murmur in her sleep and smiled peacefully. She brought her hand to his chest and gently caressed him. He knew she was deep in sleep and that her subconscious thought she was with Andreius. He carefully slipped away and covered her with the quilted blanket. He then went to the balcony to despair.

 

He gripped the rail as he stood and stared out at the flora and waters below. He needed to find her son, but would not leave her. “I cannot leave her alone,” he said quietly aloud.

 

“You will not have to,” said a friendly voice from within the room.

 

Steffan turned quickly to see the intruder. “Jenevieve, how did you know where to find her?” he asked kindly.

 

“Jenevieve smiled. “I just know my sister,” she replied.

 

“Then I leave her in good hands.”

 

Jenevieve stood silently and looked away respectfully as Steffan stood over Lilliana. He leaned gingerly down and kissed her on the cheek. Then he left onto his journey.

 

 

Daina raced through the woods on her horse until she intuitively reached the spot where Myrriana had last laid. She looked around sensing something, but she didn’t know what. She then looked down the pathway to Crystallis and pondered. Unbeknownst to her, she wasn’t alone.

 

 

Hunter and Geoff made their way through the Forbidden forest to the giant sequoia. They entered the hidden chamber and went to the room that was secret home of the first athame. There was no safer place in the whole of the forest.

 

 

 

Chapter 67 by Mystique

 

Apollyon reached over and took up his cup of beverage, taking a few sips before looking up at an attentive Brumhilda. She sat tall in her chair eyes fixed intensely on him. He knew he had sparked her curiosity but how much did she already know and how much did she just wanted to hear from his lips alone.

 

“There is something about me very few know but will soon discover with what is coming.” He looked deep in her eyes and saw she was one of the few who were aware of his deep secret. But he didn’t press her to reveal for he could see she was allowing his to fully disclose it if he so wished. She was just lending a listening ear.

 

“I was very young when I came across Thorpe or should I say he came across me. I had no idea his true identity until a very crucial time in my life.” Apollyon took another sip. It felt good to finally to find someone trusted to speak of this manner. The Queen Witch was revered amongst the immortals, this he knew was true. So telling her caused him no undue indecision. Apollyon stiffen and his eyes shifted towards the balcony. Brumhilda made no reaction. She was fully aware of what was going on and knew at this time her assistance wasn’t required.

 

“Hmmm. My youngest daughters have left the Castle in search of their sisters. One has found one and the other is in the location the eldest of them was last. But soon she will find she isn’t alone.” Apollyon turned back to Brumhilda, knowing she already knew. They were the same sharing that all knowing of events but not sure the outcome and yet to interfere would only create more problems, thus Myrriana.

 

 

“Your Majesty. A great turbulent comes. The Great Veil is torn asunder. I fear much adversity has fallen on our realm.” His trusted Advisor came running into his chambers. Thorpe was out on the balcony looking towards the spiraling cloud approaching his kingdom. He knew who was coming and why. He stood straight up and turned to his Advisor.

 

“Assemble my Generals, I will have a word with them.” He commanded then watched the cloud descend on his borders edge.

 

“My Dear King Eprohteus.” The gentle voice touched his ear softly. A soothing that only it could bring surged through his body. He slowly rotated to face whom from which it flowed.

 

“My Lovely Ursalyn, only you would address me as so. How is our guest?” He came towards her with a smile etched across his face. Initially she thought for a moment it was meant for her, until he asked about Myrriana. Her happiness short lived. She walked passed him and out onto the terrace, to get a feel of what was to come.

 

“She is well Sire. Her head aches but I gave her something to calm the pain. That I can fix, but the one that is hurting her more I can understand and yet can’t help her there.” She didn’t allow him to see the expression of disappointment.

 

“You always speak in riddles, Woman. What is it you can’t help her with? Aren’t you a Healer?” He came upon her, caught her by the arm and twirled her around to face him. What he saw in her eyes pierced his heart. He had never wanted to cause her any discomfort. She had a special place in his heart.

 

“Yes Your Majesty! I am a Healer. But not of things of the Heart. Hers is wanting and confused. She knows of something beyond your block. And I fear Sire your plan will backfire and blow up in your face.” She stared him deep in his eyes then pulled her arm out of his grasp and started away, only to stop and look over her shoulder to him.

 

“This will blow up in your face and you may lose more than you had bargain.” She slowly sauntered out the door as his eyes watched her leave. Suddenly a foreboding washed over him as her words struck home.

 

 

“Thorpe was like a big brother watching over me. He knew I was innocent to the ways of the world. I was an orphan and I was a mortal from the beginning.” He said this last sentence with eyes stayed on those of Brumhilda. She never flinched, that’s when he knew she was quite aware of his origin.

 

 

“Your Majesty. They are here and seek council with you.” The Advisor was very unsettled. Thorpe raised his eye brows and tilted his head to the side. A sinister smile etched across his face.

 

“Escort them to the Throne room. I’m curious to why the Elders want to speak to me. Even though I have a good idea.” He took long strides as he made his way to meet with them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 68 by Night Mistress

 

“Fall back,” Andreius instructed the dark soldiers and Shadowmen. He then addressed the soldiers directly. “Whether or not you know it, your work here has been noble. But it is now done. Shadowmen, your assistance in this matter is appreciated. Return to whence you came, but know this: something draws near. And all the creatures of this realm should take heed.”

 

They understood his words. Every last one of them did as told and left to where they dwell.

 

“And now we turn back,” said Andreius.

 

“Then you do not mean cross onto the Elderlands?” Jacob was puzzled but waited for an explanation from his brother before pressing further.

 

“Not while they watch. Their eyes are most assuredly on us. No, if they see us charging onto their lands they will be alerted that something is wrong. Let them think we have turned away. For now, we must assume our children have not been discovered. And for that reason we will travel by night, and by a less conspicuous road.”

 

“Alas,” said Jacob. “It is difficult not to storm onto their lands right now, but you’re right. We must be patient for the sake of the children. We will wait until nightfall. Let us eat and build our strength.” 

 

 

 

Steffan knew how and where to find information. He lived far from any village as he preferred the solitude found deep in the forest, and the occasional company of immortals. But he knew that if he wanted information, it wasn’t the numinous beings that did the talking, it was mortal humans.

 

He was also skilled at moving about unseen. He travelled light, carrying with him only the barest of necessities: daggers, a hunting knife, and a special powder he would use only if he needed to. He wore a dark russet hooded cloak to conceal his face from the curious.

 

He made his way to Emerald Falls, and rather quickly discovered a sloppy-looking shopkeeper with very loose lips. He was standing just ahead of Steffan and was talking to three equally shabby-looking large men. Steffan stepped into an open doorway pretending to go inside. But he stood there, out of sight of the four men and listened carefully to their banter.

 

“You three rabble couldn’t even take care of a couple of girls, so I don’t know what you’re bragging about,” spat the shopkeeper.

 

“Well, that’s not really fair,” said one of the men. “That beast of a man came tearing out the forest and shot straight for us, caught us off guard.”

 

The shopkeeper guffawed. “Beast of a man? Tearing out the forest? He walked out of the woods, you imbecile! And he couldn’t have been more than twenty years old!”

 

Steffan’s ears perked up. The description of the three young people was very familiar.

 

One of the other men chimed in. “Well he was throwing knives and things…”

 

“Oh, oh, yeah, and he was pretty good at that,” said another.

 

The shopkeeper had enough. “You buffoons give me a pain in my head. Go fetch something to eat. I’ve got work to do.”

 

Steffan heard what sounded like the man going into a shop and slamming the door. He then went over to the men and pretended to want something. “Say, I heard you speak of a good knife-thrower. It wouldn’t happen to be one of you would it?” He put on.

 

“Oh no,” said one of the men. “It was a young fellow, big one he was. Never seen him ‘round here before.”

 

“Oh,” said Steffan. “I was looking for a good knife-thrower to go with my juggling act. He wouldn’t happen to still be around here would he?”

 

“No, no. He left with two young women. Days and days ago. Maybe longer. Don’t know where they went. Just as well though, he’s pretty mean.”

 

“Oh, well, then maybe I’m glad I missed him after all,” he jested. “Well, good day to you,”
said Steffan.

 

“Good day,” said the befuddled men as Steffan went away. They thought no more of it and went to find something to eat.

 

When they were out of sight, Steffan slipped away into the forest. Now he knew the children had been there, but when was uncertain. What mattered, however, was that he now knew for certain that the young man was equally as able to handle himself as he knew the two young women were. Fortunately, Steffan knew Myrriana’s daughters and had seen Narkissa many times on her travels. His instincts told him to follow a path he knew she’d taken often. He began to travel southwest. It was a path that would take him close to the dark lands.   

 

 

 

<I>Good work, Geoff.</I> Hunter said telepathically to his brother. <I>We both know our wives have gone, for we do not feel them near. So now that every athame is safe, let’s check on our little guest. Someone was lurking at a high window when we were in the forest.

 

Yes, said Geoff. I saw her. I hope she thought she was alone. Maybe she slipped up.

 

Yes, said Hunter with a sly grin. That would be just fine. Then we could finally rid ourselves of her. No questions asked. Let’s go find out.</I>

 

 

 

 

Chapter 69 by Mystique

 

A storm approached bringing winds of magnitude proportions. The clouds hurricane force cloaked the true danger within. A family put to rest one problem, continue to deal with those that remain. And yet another arises that will shake the very foundation of the realm, immortal and mortal alike.

 

 

King Eprohteus sat proudly on his throne, as he always does when face with crucial decisions. His face stern, back straight, arms lying on the armrests with one leg across over the other, as his deep dark eyes watched the three Elders be escorted towards him. He knew exactly why they were there and also knew what his answer would be, that was a definite. But he was curious and wanted to allow them to plead their case, so he agreed to meet with them.

 

 

“I was orphaned and living on the streets.” Apollyon began his tale. Brumhilda looked to him then her eyes lifted towards the ceiling. When they came back down they met those of Apollyon. He left his chair and went to look in the far distance. The clouds continued on their destination.

 

 

“You said Thorpe and you bonded in a ritual. Tell me of it and then I will know.” Apollyon’s head half turned to her.

 

 

“If what we shared those eons ago and the confrontation that later followed, will play out in the audience he is having with the Elders at this moment.” Apollyon's mind went back to the day he met Thorpe.

 

 

“A war had erupted. The Netherlanders were over running the countryside, killing every mortal in site. The Immortals had enough of this and came to our aide. They were soon vanquished and sent back to where they had come. Thorpe came to my side and we fought, more like he protected me as best as he could. He taught me how to defend and soon I became an experience warrior. As the war came to an end, one day we were walking through the forest on patrol. I didn’t see it but felt it when it pierced my heart, an arrow shot from one of the mortals who had sided with the Netherlanders. Thorpe yelled out with the voice of thunder and then as the darkness took me over, I saw something that my eyes couldn’t believe. Thorpe's skin shone bright as the sun and from his hand a lightning bolt sprung forth and seared the culprit. All that remained was a pile of ashes at that moment I passed away until death.” He took in a deep breath and his hand ran across the area in his chest the fatal wound once occupied. Brumhilda sat patiently knowing what came next.

 

 

 

 

“So ye three Elders, what shall I do for you?” Eprohteus voice was playful, but his eyes were feeling something differently. He was not a great fan of the Elders, but at this place in time they shared something in common. Apollyon and what should become of him. Eprohteus knew his answer but hadn’t revealed it as yet to the Elders, for his decision will set the course of what will cause a great upheaval in the realm, as well as his kingdom. Alignments will be made and a war will come to pass. For if he knows Apollyon and his family they will not give him up so easily. His mind went to Myrriana and thought, in her mind frame and if she would ever come out. How will she feel about him, knowing he kept her from her family when they needed her.

 

 

“But at least she will be safe.” He whispered under his breath.

 

“Ursalyn.” Myrriana turned from the window. She had noticed the weather changed and for some reason felt it odd. It didn’t seem normal.

 

“Myrriana. How are you feeling?” She came up to her. They could almost be identical except the clothing and accent Ursalyn displayed. Their hair texture was quite different and coloring as Myrriana’s was more of a reddish blond and Ursalyn was raven. But other than those qualities, they could most likely be sisters. And yet in truth neither of the two young women noticed the resemblance.

 

“I’m feeling better as far as the headache, but my memory is what’s pressing me. I can’t catch hold of it.” Myrriana walked over to the bed and took a seat, then her eyes went back to the heavy winds swirling about. Ursalyn could see she was troubled.

 

“Something beyond that is bothering you. What is it?” Ursalyn wanted to keep abreast of anything changing in Myrriana’s condition.

 

“The weather has changed so abruptly. I feel like it’s not just a regular storm but I feel, and I tell you I’m not sure how, but it’s not normal. Something or someone had caused this occurrence. Do I sound crazy?” Myrriana looked up into her eyes with a half-smile.

 

“No Myrriana, you’re not crazy. I wish I could tell you more, but in your state of mind that is impossible.” Ursalyn sat down aside her and placed a gentle hand over hers.

 

“King Eprohteus has more urgent affairs to attend and sends his deepest regret that he is unable to dine with you tonight.” Ursalyn convey the message and went to leave, when Myrriana grab her hand lightly. She looked down at her curious to what was on her mind.

 

“Will you stay and eat with me? I know no one here but King Eprohteus and yourself.” Ursalyn heart felt a shudder run through it. This was so wrong and this woman should be alongside her family as they prepare to meet their fate. But her loyalty has always been strong, she couldn’t betray her King. For she owed her life to him. She drew in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. A smile formed on her face.

 

“I would love to dine with you. There aren’t many women of your caliber that I may bond. Who knows, maybe we could be friends.” Ursalyn laughed.

 

“Or like sisters.” Myrriana added then they both broke out in laughter.

 

 

Chapter 70 by NM

 

Daina felt she was not alone. She slipped down from her horse and perked her ears. Someone slowly emerged from behind the trees. It was an elderly man. His dusty robe dragged on the ground; a withered old staff assisted him as he walked. He was wrinkled and broken down. He was aged beyond years she had ever seen, but looked kindly. However, she was on her guard.

 

“Hello, my lady. Are you looking for someone?” he asked sweetly.

 

“Who are you?” Daina asked.

 

The old man smiled innocently. “My name is Buckthorn. And it seems as if you’re looking for somebody.”

 

Daina raised a brow. “What makes you think that?” she asked.

 

“Oh, just a feeling,” he croaked, nearing her slowly. “And I have a feeling you would be particularly interested… since she was your sister…”

 

Daina was flabbergasted, but tried not to show it. The old man grinned to himself knowingly.

 

“How do you know she was my sister?” Daina chided.

 

He inhaled deeply. “Oh, I know things dearie; lots of nice things; others not so nice.”

 

“Tell me where she is,” Daina demanded.

 

“For something in return, of course,” he replied. “Let me touch your beautiful hair.”

 

Daina was not to be fooled as she knew a quite many ways of the world. “I don’t think so,” she smiled smartly.

 

“Well, all right,” drawled the man. He sighed. “I shall tell you anyway, but I shan’t tell you everything I’ve seen.”

 

“Out with it,” said Daina, growing weary of his game.

 

“All right, all right, don’t prod an old man,” he said with a cough. “She was whisked away by him…” His eyes jutted upward toward the sky. “Him up there, and I don’t suppose you’ll see her again.”

 

Daina hadn’t the foggiest idea what or whom he was talking about. “Who is ‘him’?” she asked.

 

“That’s all I’ll tell you. Maybe next time you’ll be nicer,” he spat.

 

She reached for him and he vanished before her eyes. “Come back here!” she yelled. But alas, he had gone.

 

Buckthorn reappeared in the forest just out of her sight. He transformed into his normal self, an ageless young woman in white. She was much older than she appeared, and had fierce red hair, long as her back. She was disgruntled, but only slightly, at the fact she had not received what she’d asked for. She watched as Daina rode away. She would have to wait for another day, another victim.  

 

 

 

Hunter and Geoff, who had returned to the castle, went up to Shena’s chamber. They could hear her speaking lowly to someone, and even with their enhanced hearing, could not understand all of her words. Nearing her door, they heard her say, ‘No, I will not–‘

 

Hunter waited, but the room had fallen silent. He knocked twice but there was no response. After several seconds, Hunter reached for the door handle, but it suddenly creaked open. “Yes,” she greeted. Her eyes looked to the floor.

 

Hunter moved forward backing her up until she sat unwillingly on her bed. She was seemingly alone. “Look at me when I address you,” he commanded.

 

She raised her eyes to meet his. She knew that the brothers did not trust her and she wanted to make it easier on herself by doing precisely as they wished.

 

Hunter began. “See anything interesting in the woods today?” he asked.

 

“No,” she said innocently.

 

Geoff smirked and Hunter just stared intently into her eyes. He never blinked. “Our eyes are upon you. Don’t make a false move,” he warned.

 

“Of course not,” she agreed, and was visibly shaken.

 

Hunter then left the room. His warning was enough for now. It would remind her how little they yet trusted her.

 

Geoff followed, but when he reached the door he turned back to Shena and slowly rubbed his stomach to show his hunger. She winced, and his lips formed a wickedly satisfied grin.

 

When she was sure they were gone, she heard a familiar voice; one which had been tormenting her since she’d last seen its owner. “You’re just going to take that?” asked the voice of Lucifer.

 

She lay back on the bed, slammed a pillow over her face and ears and screamed into it.

 

 

 

Chapter 71 by Mystique

Apollyon moved out onto the terrace, something was troubling him. Daina had encountered “Her”, but was able to elude her trickery. He’s a proud of her she was not persuaded. He never worried as much for his two elder daughters. They have always proven to be able to handle anything that came their way. It was because the younger ones were only half immortal is what made him so protective and concerned for their well-being. He had often wondered if his origin would filter in their abilities.

 

“My Honorable Apollyon your powers are true possessions. Whoever or whatever you may have been once, has since passed away into time and space. All of your daughters are gifted equally and with their own special powers. If you have any doubts just look at the recent paths they have chosen. None are built to standby while the family is in need. Oh yes, the two youngest are yours and everything about you.” Brumhilda joined him at his side and gazed deeply into his eyes, an adoring smile pressed upon her lips. Apollyon felt a light surge flow threw his heart. ‘What an extraordinary woman.’ He thought.

 

“Finish telling me about your afterlife.” Brumhilda moved away from him and peered out over her Kingdom. Apollyon was flattered that such a one would be interested in him, for he knew she already knows this story and how it played out.

 

 

“When I awakened, I was in a magnificent edifice. It was the palace of Thorpe or should I say King Eprohteus. I felt so strange, not like myself. I was weak but not any pain presented itself. I then remember the fatal wound I had suffered by the arrow and the event that led to the person’s demise. I sat up searching for the evidence that had taken my life, but none was to be found. I realized some type of sorcery had played its part, how much I had no idea. I made an attempt to flee from the place, but was restrained from doing so. Then I looked up and there he stood within the entrance, Thorpe.

 

“Thorpe, why didn’t you tell me you were an immortal? Why would you keep such a thing from me? I revealed everything to you, but then you already knew who I was when you befriended me or was that too an farce?” I was furious with him and here this being could have struck me down with ease and yet I was unleashing my anger on him without fear. He began to laugh and his voice was unlike it had been all those years we had fought side by side.

 

“Lopio we are friends and forever always will be. We are now joined for eternity. I have given you part of my essence. You had passed on to the borders of the underworld and I restore you to a better life.” He called me by my given name. I listened but didn’t understand.

 

“What is this gibberish you speak? What do you mean I died and you brought me back to life?” I still didn’t get the full comprehension of what he was trying to tell me. He stared at me with sternest, I knew I was treading on crossing the line.

 

“No Lopio, I didn’t bring you back to life. I made you immortal when I presented you with part of me. I couldn’t bear to lose you as you were like my brother.” These words hit me like a raging bull and yet it still didn’t register the complexity of what had been done.

 

“Immortal, what do you mean?” I was like a child, I needed him to take me through this with baby steps. It was too far over my head to digest. He came to me and I took two steps backwards. He stopped his advance and I could see the pain in his eyes.

 

“I would never harm you my brother. I saved you by giving you a part of me that gave you an abundance of life. No let me correct that. A new life I have given unto you. Powers beyond your dreams you now possess.” Apollyon grew quiet as his mind went back to that day he saw his beloved daughter Myrriana slipping away and now he knew why Eprohteus took the chance on a mortal to bestow such power. More than he was able to handle for many years. But with Eprohteus help he was able to harness the power. As he instructed him on the battlefield so did he with this new gift. Many ages passed them by and the student surpassed the teacher, something unexpected.

 

 

 

“I don’t think or feel, he fathom I would become as powerful as I am.” Apollyon surmised.

 

“Do you think he even cared?” Brumhilda continued facing out. She could see his movement out the corners of her eyes.

 

“No Dear Lady I don’t think he cared, that I know for a fact. I think I was unjust in banning him from my family and I. We should have been able to work this out. I owed him as much.” Apollyon walked back inside and took a seat, then began to rub his eyes. Should he chance a confrontation and rescue Myrriana? Or trust what he knows and allow this to take its course.

 

 

 

Gaia strolled along the sparkling stream flowing outside the land of Crystallis. Her encounter with her daughter Myrriana had proven futile. Had she really expected her to be forgiving after what she had done? And now the worst has occurred. It’s as if she had vanished.

 

“Okay Myrriana you want be able to block your whereabouts for long. I will detect you and we will finalize this rift between us.” She spoke this aloud hoping her eldest had heard this declamation. As an answer she felt a present and knew she was not alone. At first she became alarmed but then it quickly pass as a familiarity flowed towards her.

 

“Paul my brother, what brings you here?” He was silent as he approached her, never looking her way. He loved his sister very dearly, but things she has done was beyond their scope. She nearly killed one daughter and enabled another, sacrificing her families’ well-being.

 

“Since you have been avoiding me, I felt it necessary to come to you and speak to you about your unorthodox behavior.” Paul felt this dodging him was over.

 

“If you come to scold me Paul, forget it. Nothing you can say to me will transcend what I have been saying to myself.” She stared into his eyes and he could see she had been crying.

 

“Maybe so Gaia but you know what we are and you know what our stance on things should be. What you have done is cause for immense consequences. Do you even know what is going on with your family?” Paul looked at her as he could sense she was having a pity party and not for her daughters. She gazed at him.

 

“Yes I do. Shena, Jenevieve and Daina are at the castle. Oh and my two eldest have set off to parts unknown to me, since they have blocked me.” She proudly told him. He shook his head.

 

“See that is exactly of what I speak. No Jenevieve and Daina are no longer safe in the castle. They went looking for the two others. Shena along remains there. Myrriana has been swift away by Eprohteus and dare we go there to get her back without war, even though war is what we may face regardless as the Elders come to deal with Apollyon, because of the two youngest maternal mother’s heritage.” Paul walked over to the cooling spring to stare into it.

 

“He has my daughter? No, Apollyon warned him never to come near us after what he wanted. How did he find her? Apollyon had set a shield to protect her.” She was frantic as she thought about Myrriana with this being who wanted to make her his wife and vile thoughts ran through her mind as to what she was going through in his hands.

 

“It’s funny you would go on when it was you who proposed the greater damage. We do know one thing Eprohteus would never harm any of us, least of all Myrriana.” Gaia swirled around to confront him when her eyes caught something and fear pierced her soul. Paul spun around to see what had frighten her. But too late to defend, they were struck down instantly.

 

“Okay gather them up, they must be brought before the Grand Council.” One guardsman ordered the others. He surveyed the area to make sure none other was present to prevent them from taking the two. Seeing all was clear he turned and as quickly as they had appeared, so did they vanished.

Behind Paul’s cottage the stream began to shiver and the waterfall parted, out flowed the transparent being known as Symia. She glided across the water with ease and came to the edge of land, contemplating something.

 

 

 

“Paul my Love they have taken you away for no fault of your own. Dare I stay in my environment and risk losing you forever? Or do I venture out and leave behind my life as I know it, to save you from a fate design because of your love for your sister?” Symia turned full circle taking in the only home she had known for many years beyond human comprehension. Then for the first time in her life, she stepped upon land and instantly transformed into a solid being with a silvery glowing appearance. Her hair was blue as the sky flowing down her back, eyes green as the ocean. Her attire was a long shimmering gown with silver boots as footwear. She walked with a purpose to plead Paul’s case to the Grand Council.

 

 

 

Chapter 72 by NM

 

Narkissa ran as fast and hard as she’d ever run before in search of Lysandra. Silvio was quick at her heals. But he began to feel an odd sensation. He’d been feeling something coming on for several days. It was a sense of urgency, and intermittent bouts of greater perceptions–hearing, sense of smell.

 

Suddenly, the young man could hear the heartbeat of the one he sought. It pounded hard in his ears. Without warning, he sprinted ahead of Narkissa at lightning speed and disappeared into the woods ahead. Narkissa gasped, and stopped only for a moment. She knew what she had just seen and was staggered. If she was right, Silvio was even more like his father than they had considered. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it before. She took off again, trying to find his path. She knew he would go straight to Lysandra. And once they got her safe, they would have to tell Silvio everything they knew without further delay. Keeping this secret now could be dangerous for all of them, especially Narkissa and her sister.

 

Night was falling. Silvio felt Lysandra near, but there were others. He felt them too. Taking no heed, he ran straight for her. He saw her lying on the ground in her human form. She was not moving. He knelt over her and turned her face toward him.

 

Narkissa soon caught up and ran to her sister. “Lysandra, can you speak?” she asked worriedly.

 

“She’ll be asleep for a while,” said Silvio. “This dart is poisonous, but not deadly. It will only make her sleep. Whoever struck her down, thought they were bagging a bird for dinner.”

 

Narkissa could see the disgust in Silvio’s eyes. Anger was coursing through him. Unbeknownst to him, she watched his eyes and for a split second she saw a flicker of gold. She knew she must calm him down, and get Lysandra out of the area before the shooter came looking for her.

 

“Silvio, she’ll be all right, just like you said. Let’s get her out of here and somewhere safe,” Narkissa insisted.

 

“Yes…” he agreed, but stopped short because those her felt near before were even nearer.

 

Suddenly, several creatures appeared from behind the trees. They were similar to humans, but had dark gray, leathery-looking skin, and pointed noses. They were large, but not as big as Silvio. Eight of them stepped forward and surrounded the three cousins. “That’s our dinner,” one of the creatures drawled.

 

Narkissa stood with her back against Silvio’s and took the blade from her belt. Suddenly, the sinister grins melted from the creatures’ faces and their eyes became large. Narkissa became astutely aware that they were looking at Silvio behind her and she felt his back heaving. She swallowed hard. She was no stranger to this…

 

Narkissa instinctively ducked down to the ground and shielded Lysandra—a second later, Silvio burst into his wolf form and a roar erupted from within him that shook the trees and sent the creatures and others nearby fleeing for their lives.

 

Silvio gave chase.

 

Narkissa never even turned around to see him. She knew what had happened and knew what it could mean. She picked up her sister with some effort and took her to a nearby nook in the trees. There, she waited patiently for Silvio’s return in what she hoped would be his human form.

 

Chapter 73 by Mystique

Paul slowly awakened from the deep abyss that had held him for how long he had no idea. He lay for a moment to get his bearings, and to perceive his whereabouts. He looked to his right and saw the bars in place, then allowed his eyes to make out his imprisonment. Then his memory was jarred as he went back to events before his unconsciousness. Imperial Guards from the Grand Council that rule all Elementals and Natural beings, were sent to retrieve Gaia and himself. As he knew they would, especially with the Elders on their rampage.

 

“Paul, you awake?” The familiar voice flowed to him from across the way. He slowly sat up his head pounding. They had hit him the hardest due to his strength.

 

“Yes Gaia, I am now. I knew this would happened. They wouldn’t dare come after us if the Elders weren’t moving against Apollyon.” He rose to his feet and walked to the bars staring at his sister, who was also confined to a cell.

 

“What is it they want, Paul?” She seemed genuine in her question. His eyes searched up and down the walkway to see if there was any guards around, only empty cells lined up from one end to the other, adjacent to one another.

 

“You is what they want Gaia, and me because I’m your brother and didn’t do what was commanded of me.” Paul’s eyes met hers and they told her something that no one else could hear. She shrunk backwards, clutching her mid-section. Tears welled in her eyes. She had done a unthinkable deed to preserve her life and now that very thing may cost it.

 

“What are we going to do Paul?” She looked to her older brother with such lost pace across her face, his heart melt. He couldn’t and wouldn’t harm her no matter what.

 

“At this point I don’t know Gaia. I just don’t know.” He digressed. Then his heard movement form without and looked towards it, fearing they had come for them. His eyes lit when he saw the one come closer.

 

“My Dear Paul don’t despair. I’m here to help you through this.” Symia newly formed had come to him the one who held her heart. Paul was speechless as he looked upon her with amazement.

 

 

 

“Well isn’t this a turn of events.” Apollyon disclaimed. Brumhilda looked out and sensed it too.

 

“It seems every creature is stirred about. This move on the Elders part has caused and upheaval. Too many things had escaped through the veil and none any good.” Brumhilda summoned for her Warrior Witches. None will be safe in the Realm.

 

 

 

“King Eprohteus. We come before you asking in your aid to bring down Apollyon and his clan if need be.” One of the three Elders approached him. King Eprohteus didn’t say a word, his eyes fixed on them.

 

“We know he and you had a parting of the ways many years pass and how grateful he had been since it was you who gave him this magnificent life. And for him to dare taint that life with consorting with a mere mortal.” Another came forward with these sly words that he felt would further help them in getting his assistance. King Eprohteus shifted in his seat, removing the one cross leg to cross the other over it.

 

“Yes and developing two half mortal daughter at that. But let’s not forget the most important thing. Elders had been killed and we need answers as well as retribution.” The last of the three came forth. King Eprohteus took in a long breath and held it for a few moments, before it eased from his lips. His closed and his head raised towards the sky. As his mind went into deep thought, so they felt. The three were pleased they had presented him with facts that can’t be denied. His head came down, his eyes were white as snow, as he rose from his throne and came towards them. They stepped back at his approach.

 

“You dare come to me with this. I will never betray a trust and definitely not my brother. No matter what you think has become of what Apollyon and I share, nothing will ever break our bond. That I will always trust in. Now when you come against him, so do you me. Be prepared to fight the battle of your life. All of you Elders and the cretins you allow to come through after you. Now leave my Kingdom and do what you must, for I will do the same.” He stood strong and solid in his words. The shock that covered their faces was indescribable. They backed all the way out the room, fleeing only when they felt they were out of his sight. This was not what they had expected. Now not only do they have Apollyon and family to contend with, but now Eprohteus, King of the Sky people. They are known to be fierce fighters.

 

“My King, what of Myrriana, now that you have made your stance known?” Ursalyn entered form a secret passageway. He slowly turned to look upon her, a smile graced his face. She walked towards him without hesitation.

 

“You are really concern for her, why?” He wondered why she was so fascinated, with someone she barely knew. She walked passed him in thought, analyzing what he had asked. Now she wondered why she had grown so fond of her in so less of a time.

 

“I can’t really explain it myself. It’s like she and me share this kindred spirit. She feels the same fo me. When I told her you would be detained she asked me to stay and dine with her, we had such a wonderful time of bonding.” When she spoke these words, he listen without interference. Then silently he walked to his throne and sat, deep in thought. Ursalyn caught this and knew that mood.

 

“What is it my King?” She came to sit at his feet as she did sometimes. His eyes met hers and she saw something in them that sent a chill through her. He reached down hooking her chin, as he smiled taking in her face.

 

“Nothing my dear Ursalyn, nothing.” He said and leaned back his throne closing his eyes, sighing deeply.

 

 

“If only I can grab what is trying to come escape the fog that fills my mind.” Myrriana prance about her room like a caged animal. Something was trying to make itself known. She could feel that there were someone or many who needed her. Then a name slipped pass.

 

“Lysandra! Who is she and what is she to me?” She walked over to the window and stared out, her heart jumped as she could sense that someone out there was in trouble, but who?

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 74 by Night Mistress

 

The trail led Steffan ever nearer to the dark lands. He was puzzled as to why Narkissa and Lysandra would venture so close and knew it must have been unintentional. More puzzling still was the fact that no trail led them away from there. Chatting with the darklanders was the very last thing he would attempt; it would likely prove counter-productive, no matter the outcome. Instead, he pondered what he knew. He was certain that the darklanders would not harm the young women, but what of Magnus? If they crossed onto the dark lands it was quite likely the young man’s secret became known to Gregor. But Gregor would have no use for the young travelers. He would have sent them away.

 

Steffan did see evidence of other travelers; some tracks just as old as the children’s, others newer. The uneven, lightweight impressions of the older set, and their sharp one-sided bow told Steffan of Beelza’s presence. He’d followed Beelza before and knew his slithering gate anywhere. Beelza had followed the young people, but he hadn’t come out. Good. Steffan’s lips curved slightly. He enjoyed the thought of what must have happened to Beelza upon entering the dark lands.

 

But there were other tracks, two sets. These were the only tracks that led away. But they were not many. They changed from exceedingly large wolf to human, back to wolf, and then vanished as they picked up speed. These were not ordinary tracks. These were made by Lords Andreius and Jacob. And if they left in such a hurry, then their children were no longer in the dark lands.

 

Steffan looked up at the night sky and inhaled the scent of the surrounding air. “Where did you spirit them off to, Narkissa?” he said aloud. He knew a great many things and one of them was the uncertainty of magic used in the dark lands. Another was that if Andreius and Jacob couldn’t find them, they mustn’t be on these lands at all. His look became more concerned than ever before. There was but one place Magnus and his cousins could have gone to; one place more perilous to the young man than all others, the Elder lands.

 

Steffan had a decision to make. He could either return to Lilliana with this news, or risk life and limb to go after her son. In his heart, he’d made his decision long ago. He forged ahead without a second thought.

 

 

Narkissa held Lysandra close in the niche of a giant tree and waited for her to wake and for Silvio’s return. She dared not light a fire or move around lest she alert undesirables to their presence. She stared out into the night and to the moonlit woods.

 

Lysandra began to stir. “Mother…” she whispered.

 

“No, Lysandra, it is I, Narkissa,” her sister replied.

 

Lysandra’s mind became clearer as she fully awoke. “Oh,” she said. “I was dreaming about mother. She was trapped in a gilded cage and reaching out, calling my name. Ouch!” Lysandra screeched.

 

“What is?” said Narkissa nervously.

 

“My side, it hurts. What happened?” Lysandra asked.

 

Narkissa started to explain, but suddenly Lysandra remembered everything.  “Oh, Narkissa! Where is Silvio?” she exclaimed worriedly.

 

“You won’t believe this, Lysandra. He’s just like father, just like our uncles…”

 

Lysandra’s eyes became large in the moonlight. She gasped. “What happened? Where is he?” she begged.

 

“Some creatures came to claim you and Silvio just lost it! He changed and took off after them!” Narkissa explained. “I haven’t seen him in a long while.”

 

Lysandra became even more alarmed. “But, Narkissa–we are in the Elder lands!”

 

“No!” exclaimed Narkissa.

Suddenly two pairs of golden eyes peered out of the black forest and began to near them. Lysandra and Narkissa huddled together and watched nervously. As the eyes slowly neared, the young women could hear the snarling breaths of the two beasts that approached. The beasts’ eyes were high off of the ground, and as they crept, they made hardly a snap of twig or leaf. They made a nearly silent, ominous, descent. Suddenly the beasts changed form and knelt in front of the sisters. Their father and uncle had found them.

 

“Are you hurt?” asked Jacob.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 75 by Mystique

 

Three young heirs gone missing, their family frantically searching for them. Calling on old acquaintances to aid. One is down. Now they have discovered they are behind enemy lines. Though one was aware of this, stricken down before she was able to reveal to her companions, soon they were surrounded by beast of this land. But one has come into his own abilities, proven he indeed is his Father’s son. He shook and jerked, transforming and becoming a chip off the old block. The one sister sheltered her fallen sibling, as their protector sent the other beast fleeing for their very lives.

 

A mother’s and daughter’s connection transcending time, space and adversity. Deep into a dream she sunk, where her mother calls out to her for help, as she in turns reach out to her as well. This told to her sister as concerned touched their hearts to what was the revelation of this vision.

 

A dedicated tracker seek those that were lost but now found by their Fathers. Yet one remains to be gather, the young prince. Will he be able to control the beast within? A King’s decision has tipped the scales of the oncoming confrontation set up by those from the other side of the veil that separated the realms. Now they must regroup and rethink this decision they had forged.

 

 

Myrriana stared from the window into the night, taking in a deep breath. Something washes over her and giving her some relief of what was plaguing her. But something still remains to linger, her lack of memory. Through the fog that surrounds her mind, a face come through and then another. Two beautiful young women, calling and reaching for her. Tears formed in her eyes, for in her heart she knows they are dear to her, but she don’t know how.

 

“Milady, if I may?” King Eprohteus entered the room with Ursalyn at his side. She turned to them.

 

“Yes your Majesty?” She nodded her head, and they could see she had been crying.

 

“Will you come with me? I have much to tell you and then you will see things clearly.” He turned and walked from the room, with Ursalyn and Myrriana following.

 

 

“My Warriors on standing by to aid in any way we can. You all are my family.” Brumhilda walked into the room where Apollyon sat quietly. His head turned upwards when she approached.

 

“Thank you. We are forever in your debt.” He rose to his feet and walked up to her. They gazed into each other’s eyes, words unspoken passed between them. Apollyon broke the connection, turning away. Brumhilda read him and knew what was weighing on his mind.

 

“I know you’re worried about Paul and Gaia. Maybe I can send some of my Diplomats to intervene.” Brumhilda offered. He looked over at her, thinking.

 

“That may be a good idea. But one has given up so much to help them. Let’s not allow that to be in vain. Give her some time and see if her sacrifice will be for naught.” He went out onto the terrace and looked to the storm that had settled. Things aren’t going as the Elders had hoped. And his trust in one has been renewed. Now he must right a wrong done to a dear friend.

 

 

“Symia! What have you done old friend?” Paul couldn’t take his eyes off her. He always thought her beautiful, but in solid form she has surpass it.

 

“I had to do this to help you out of this dilemma. It was unjust for them to give you such a task and even more to arrest you and bring before the Grand Council.” She held his hand tight through the bars.

 

“What about me? You keep saying you’re here to help him, but I haven’t heard anything about me.” Gaia began. Symia turned from Paul to face her.

 

“Gaia. It’s always about you. When your daughter started expressing bad behavior, you didn’t correct it. Instead you allowed her to hurt her sisters and send them into the future where they were to repeat a time in their life over and over.” Symia took a step towards her. Gaia lifted her head in defiance.

 

“And my dear Paul went with them to keep an eye on them. Where were you Gaia?” She stared her darken green eyes at her. Gaia slightly stepped back.

 

“Symia my love, please?” Paul pleaded with her to stop. She never looked back. Emotions she had held back for so many years had taken over.

 

“Then that same one had stolen your Grandson and gave him away. For his protection his great-grandmother hid him away in her kingdom. But with all that you continued to help her even though she was destroying your family.” Symia had moved up to the bars that separated them. Gaia stepped back further within, glad the bars were in place.

 

“Symia, no more. It’s too painful to hear this again.” Paul’s voice express a lot of pain. He knew where this was heading, and didn’t want to hurt his sister.

 

“No Paul. She needs to hear this, and maybe this will help both of you go free.” Symia looked into Paul’s eyes and in hers he understood what she was doing. He turned away and went to sit on the wooden bed. Gaia looked form Symia to Paul.

 

“What is she talking about, Paul?” Gaia knew from their earlier conversation, but didn’t want to believe what he was saying. But now with Symia there, it is coming too clear. “You weren’t only ordered to retrieve me for the Council. You were also sent to execute me.” The truth was out there, plain and simple. There had already been a judgment pass on her fate, but because it wasn’t carried out. Both of their lives hang in the balance.

 

 

Myrriana listened as King Eprohteus relayed to her a tale of two friend who fought in a battle and how one’s life was spared by the other, who he didn’t know was an immortal. He told her how many years later one had a daughter who the other fell in love with and waited until she was of age and asked her hand in marriage. And how outraged the Father had become and sent him away, banning him form ever contacting his family again.

 

He went on to tell her how the daughter was shield from him to keep him from knowing her whereabouts, until she used a power that beacon him to her. Then he revealed how he came and took her to his kingdom and blocked her form remembering who she is.

 

Myrriana looked at him with astonishment. Ursalyn had never heard the story before so she was as taken aback as Myrriana. She just thought she was some random immortal he had taken a liking to. Now she understood more so why he was so obsessed with her.

 

“Now I remember. You’re Thorpe, my father’s dear friend. I never knew what happened or why you stopped coming around. Now I understand. You both acted like spoiled children. He threw you away because you wanted me. My life wasn’t his to decide, nor was it yours to abduct me and blind me of my memories.” She scolded him like he was a child. Ursalyn turned her head away to hide the smirk on her face.

 

“Myrriana….” He never finished.

 

“With all due respect, King Eprohteus, you are wrong for what you did. I’m very angry. I have no idea if my daughters are safe or not. We have a child we thought was dead and he travels with them. My sister is out there searching and pregnant. Now I get this feeling something else is going on, and you spirit me away. Why?” She was getting very angry. He reached his hands out as if to say he didn’t know.

 

“Maybe I had realized long ago that I was wrong to hurt him as I did. I thought I was in love with you, but I loved you because you were his first. My love was misguided. And taking you was maybe a way I would force him to come to me. I miss him so.” His voice had such sadness. Ursalyn looked at him then walked to his side, placing a hand about his arm. He looked down at her and touched the hand lightly. Myrriana stared at him for a moment, deep in thought.

 

“Okay, since I started this rift between you two, I’ll mend it. I have an idea and there will be no objections. Do I make myself perfectly clear?” Her voice was commanding. Ursalyn smiled. She liked her more and more.

 

 

 

“But the worst of your crimes were what you did to your daughter Myrriana. You killed her.” Symis proclaimed. Gaia looked at her like she had loss her mind.

 

“Are you crazy? I didn’t kill my daughter. She’s well and alive.” Gaia announced. Paul looked up at Symia, then back down to the floor.

 

“No Gaia, what you see is a fragment of your daughter. The rest is pure power given to her by Apollyon. Who had no idea the power he was given upon his deathbed. Only one knows of this power and he hasn’t revealed anything as yet. His loyalty is still in question.” Symia glared at her as Gaia moved as far into the cell as she could. She was beginning to realize what she had done.

 

Chapter 76 by NM

 

“Father!” Narkissa and Lysandra whispered loudly in unison. They grabbed hold of him as if they’d ever let go. “And Uncle Andreius, it’s you!” Narkissa exclaimed. “Why have you come all this way? No wait! There is something we have to tell you, but I’m not sure it is safe…”

 

“’It is safe,” said Andreius. “We have scoured the surrounding woods and it is safe, but you needn’t tell me everything for we already know your secret.”

 

“You know about him?” asked Lysandra. “But how?”

 

“Never mind,” said Jacob. “Where is he now?”

 

“We don’t know. After I was hit by a dart–” Lysandra began.

 

“A dart!” Jacob boomed. “I asked you if you were hurt!” he growled.

 

“I’m not hurt, I–” she started again.

 

“Who did this to you!” Jacob interrupted.

 

“Well,” said Narkissa. “There were these creatures, but Silvio took care of them. He’s probably feasting on them as we speak.”

 

“Silvio? Feasting?” asked Andreius in a low, curious tone.

 

“Yes,” Narkissa replied. “He said he was raised by women and they called him Silvio. Although he now knows his real name, he doesn’t know where it comes from. And he is a wolf. He got angry while trying to protect Lysandra and he suddenly transformed for the first time. He took off after the creatures. We haven’t seen him in a couple of hours. And I don’t know how he is handling his transformation, he didn’t know about that side of himself, I’m sure of it.”

 

Jacob grew very concerned and stood up next to Andreius. “He is new to this,” said Jacob. “There’s no telling whether he can control it.”

 

“That’s what concerns me,” said Andreius. “A wild beast in these lands will surely be found out. And the fact that he is my son…”

 

“He doesn’t know he is your son, Uncle,” said Lysandra.

 

“He doesn’t know? You didn’t tell him?” he asked.

 

“No. We weren’t sure we were safe from prying ears,” said Narkissa. “We only just found out where we are.”

 

“Of course,” he agreed. “You did the right thing. Now we must find him before anyone else does. Are you able, Lysandra?”

 

“Yes, I feel perfect now,” she replied.

 

Jacob looked her over carefully. “Are you sure?” he asked in his most fatherly tone.

 

“Yes. Now let’s go find my cousin,” she demanded.

 

“All right, let’s go,” said Jacob. “And stay together,” he ordered the young women.

 

They started through the woods to catch up with Andreius who had gone ahead.

 

 

Meanwhile in Draeganwood…

 

Lilliana had awoken from a long, restorative slumber and was sitting on the balcony with her sister, overlooking the waterfall.

 

“He loves you,” said Jenevieve.

 

Lilliana smiled lovingly to herself. “My Andreius,” she breathed.

 

“Yes,” said Jenevieve. “But I was speaking of Steffan.”

 

Lilliana did not look at Jenevieve when she said this; rather she stared farther into the distance. “I love him too,” she said. “He shall always be in my life. He is like a brother to me.”

 

Jenevieve sighed. “Would that his love was the same.”

 

The two women’s eyes then met.

 

“He looks on you with gentle eyes,” said Jenevieve. “His love is pure. And thus he will stop at nothing to protect your son. And neither will Andreius. Magnus will be found, and found to be safe. Of that you can be certain.”

 

“I am certain of it,” said Lilliana. “I can feel it in my heart. “But I also feel something strange, a painful feeling that something is not right.”

 

“Don’t worry about that which you do not know. Trust that they have it under control. Andreius has it under control. You need only to worry about yourself right now. And when you’re ready to go home–”

 

“I’m ready now,” said Lilliana.

 

“Now?” Jenevieve wondered aloud. “Are you sure you’re well enough to ride?”

 

“Yes. I’m quite sure. I want to be home, in my chamber, in my bed. I will feel closer to Andreius.”

 

“All right,” said Jenevieve happily. “Home it is. But now that you’re sure you’re well, I wanted to ask you about Myrriana.”

 

“I felt it too,” said Lilliana. “But I have a strong notion that things are not quite what they seem. For now, let’s get back to the castle.”

 

 

“Shena, Shena…” called Lucifer. “You pretend to sleep, but you hear my words. “You must do this. You must do it for me… for us.”

 

“No,” said Shena climbing from the bed. “I cannot betray my family again. I have done enough. Truly, I should be there in the nether imprisoned beside you.”

 

“So you miss our time together?” Lucifer chided.

 

“You know full well that was not my meaning,” she replied coldly.

 

Shena could not see him, but could hear his voice. It was one she once cared for deeply. It was a voice which had commanded her and she’d always happily obliged. It was a voice which soothed her, but too often with lies. She had to resist him, but his cunning, his charm attempted to pull her back into his clutches.

 

“Shena, you are not wanted there. You never have been, and never will be. You know this to be true. Your actions were too despicable. You are held up in a home where no one loves you, with a family who unfeeling, unforgiving. Only I have ever loved you. Do this task and we shall be together again. I shall be returned to the throne and you shall rule by my side. But the hour is getting late. My son, who betrayed me, grows stronger each day. The power of darkness brews within him, my own son, who forced a blade into his father, with the sole purpose of claiming the throne. It could have been an admirable act, if only it had it been directed at someone else. Do this Shena. Restore me to glory. Gather the athames….” 

 

 

 

Chapter 77 by Mystique

Paul listened as Symia unleashed her accusations and revelations at Gaia. He watched as his sister sunk to the ground press against the far wall, and felt enough was enough. Symia had enlighten her, and now it was better to stop this now, before anything further could be disclosed.

 

“Symia my love,” Paul and rose from where he sat, and quietly moved to the bars restraining him. “Enough! It’s not your job to tread any further with this, only the Great Koa can determine that,” he reached one hand out to her, the gesture sent a warm sensation over her, and calmed the anger within.

 

She slowly turned to him and looked him in his eyes, his mouth formed into a smile. “My dear Paul, you have always had such an influence on me,” she came towards him and took his hand into hers, “I will go before the Great Koa before the Council can call you to stand before them. Right now, he is our only hope!” she said with much urgency in her voice.

 

Then she quickly released his hand and sped off. Paul watched her call for the guard, then heard he clank of the door. His eyes fell on his sister across from him. She remained fixed on the floor, staring into space and trying to dissect the last thing said to her by Symia. He knew it was no use trying to communicate with her in this state. He moved back to the hard wooden bench, in place for a bed and sat down. Then went into deep meditation.

 

 

 

Apollyon stood on the balcony of Brumhilda’s chamber with her at his side. They were keeping a close watch of the activities of the Elders and preparing for the worst. But they noticed an phenomenon apart from the storm of the Elders. It was a cloud of a different formation, and it settled just over the borders of Crystallis.

 

“Do you see it Apollyon?” Brumhilda moved closer to the wall, looking hard and deep within it.

 

“Yes I do, and I know what it is, and also what it brings,” he informed her. She looked back at him and nodded her head.

 

Then suddenly a strike of lightning shot from it and hit the ground below. Brumhilda turned and went to summon one of her Captains. Apollyon said nothing, his eyes fixed on the where it touched down.

 

“Take a small party to the east border, we have guest in need of safe passing,” she instructed the Captain, then came back to where Apollyon remained.

 

“I know the two, but can’t get a fix on the third,” she stated. Apollyon looked at her confused.

 

“I feel only two, who is the third you sense?” he looked at her intensely, bewildered to why he wasn’t picking up on the third person. It couldn’t be a shield, or she would most certainly not be able to penetrate it. But then, how much does he know of her powers?

 

“Something is terribly strange, I’m picking up three. Though the other is a stranger, there is something remarkably familiar,” she relayed to him. He looked out once again, and getting a feeling that this meeting will bring something unexpected.

 

 

 

Symia was led deep into the woods of the highest mountain in the realm, only a few knew of this place. A glowing light emanated marking the distance to her destination. For this is the place one has his existence, the leader of all elementals, creatures of light and nature. He has ruled over them for eons, and his decisions were always final.

 

“Beautiful Symia!” a haunting deep voice flowed through the air as she proceeded further into the irradiated area and looked upon him with tremendous affection.

 

He has never departed from this place as he is implanted into the ground, and his roots extend throughout the realm, picking up everything that went on in it. He was a majestic oak formed liken unto a man.

 

“Great Koa, I come to you to plead for Paul’s life,” she moved up to him without hesitation.

 

“I know My Child, and an enormous sacrifice you have made,” he was referring to her leaving her abode, and transforming into her solid state. She bowed her head and reflected for a moment. It was just hitting her on what she had done.

 

“Yes your Greatness, it was never a thought not to do this, but regret that I will never be able to go back from where I came,” she spoke these words more to herself than him. He looked on with relevance.

 

“Love is captivating, and most mortals use it so frivolously. They don’t always get the full understanding of why it exists, But you do young one,” he commended her on what she had done for love, and to let her know it wasn’t being taken lightly.

 

 

 

“Well this is interesting,” Brumhilda spoke as she sensed her warriors had reached the borders and began to escort their visitors. “Something is very familiar about the third,” she repeated, without looking his way. Apollyon stared out, not picking up the third being.

 

“You feel another, and I only feel Thorpe and my daughter, Myrriana,” he informed her. Brumhilda did not elaborate on it any more, she felt something he could not. But soon he will, once they have arrived.

 

She left him and entered her private room, where she did her deep concentration. The circumstances are about to change, and life as it is known will never be the same. She closed her eyes and went into a deep trance.

 

 

Chapter 78 by NM

 

 

“Well, well, well—he is an interesting creature,” spoke the Elder, Brakkon. His eyes, like black pits, stared hard into a mirrored wall which showed the Elders most any place they wished to see.

 

“Very interesting,” replied the Elder Killian in a deep tone. “<I>Striking</I> I would say.”

 

“So you see it too?” Brakkon remarked.

 

“Yes,” said Killian. He is from the outer realm—possibly the forest of Draeganwood.”

 

“I agree he is from the outer realm… but look more closely…” Brakkon said slowly and with purpose. His eyes narrowed and he stepped closer to the mirror. He watched as the fearsome wolf attacked his twelfth and final victim. Brakkon’s grin was a curious one. “He is no wolf from Draeganwood. He is larger, stronger… cleverer. And something about him is very familiar to me.”

 

“You’re right,” Killian agreed. “We shall seize him immediately.”

 

 

Jacob took human form as he saw his brother standing still. He too was no longer as a wolf, but a formidable beast nonetheless. Andreius stood tall and firm, the gray palace of the Elders in the distance before him. His breath was slow, nearly still; his skin was taught, his muscles tighter than ever before. His eyes were piercing; the gold in them was now fiercely platinum and shown like vertical slits against rich obsidian pools. Every fiber inside his physical body was soldered together, reinforced; he was an unbreakable, menacing, immortal machine, and his full power had come to him.

 

“The Elders have my son,” said Andreius, his voice was low like thunder.

 

Jacob was acutely aware that Andreius had now acclimated to his new self. His daughters felt this as well. Jacob stepped ahead of his brother and stared hard at the palace. For the first time in their lives, he could no longer hear his brother’s thoughts. “Is he alive?” asked Jacob.

 

“Yes,” said Andreius.

 

“Where do you think they are holding him?” Jacob asked.

 

“He is imprisoned in the center beneath the palace. He is unconscious. The rage of the wolf is still present in his dreams,” said Andreius.

 Jacob turned to him and stared. He knew what his brother was feeling, yet could hardly believe it.

 

“I can hear his thoughts, see them, for the first time since his birth,” said Andreius. “I can feel his heart beating.” Andreius’s heart began to speed. His connection with his son was greater than he’d imagined. The feelings of loss he’d felt for years had been replaced with those of closeness, vigor… anger…

 

“I’m going after him now!” Andreius roared.

 

“Now?” Jacob queried. “They will try to stop you–” he growled.

 

“Then they will feel my wrath,” Andreius concluded.

 

 

 

Jacob was more than willing to storm the castle alongside his brother, but was concerned for his daughters. He looked at them for a moment and saw the determination on their faces as they marched proudly behind their uncle, and he realized there was no place they’d rather be, and no safer one than within his sight. He pressed on.

 

 

 

Daina rode her horse toward Crystallis, but the hidden realm did not simply make itself known to all travelers. She knew she would be seen by the watchers, but would have to hope to be recognized as a friend and allowed to enter. As she rode, to her surprise, a transparent portal made itself known to her and she rode directly through it like clear waters. She had entered the realm. “Brumhilda!” she called. Witches from various corners of the forest pointed the direction to Witches’ Glen.

 

 

Shena had listened to the red demon as long as she could. His pull on her heart was still strong; her wish to feel as she once had was equally as fervent. A part of her wanted a family, something she'd missed out on, but she did missed using her powers to get what she wanted. She missed the way the villagers at home would worship her and tend to her beck and call. She wished she hadn’t tried to seduce Andreius and been a part of that whole ugly curse. But wasn’t that in the past? Wasn't Lucifer right? Wasn’t it true that her wicked sisters, not to mention their dangerously ravenous husbands, could never pardon her transgressions anyway? Why not resurrect Lucifer and start living the good life again?

 

‘Because that wasn’t the good life,’ she admonished herself. ‘Sure, they’ll never forgive you, whether you change or not; but if you go back to that life, could you forgive yourself?’ She stood at a window in the hallway and stared out at the dark forest, to the spot where she’d seen Hunter and Geoff go in, and she pondered.

 

Suddenly a shadow from the candlelit corridor poured over her like an ominous mist. She turned quickly and was caught by the dark, burning eyes that stared intensely into hers.

 

“Is something on your mind?” asked Lilliana, spitefully.

 

 

 

Chapter 79 by Mystique

 

 

Brumhilda stole away into her private chambers to meditation. She knew upon the arrival of the three guests, there will be a clarification with ominous results. One act of desperation brought on an even more despairing action, spurring on a dire situation of proportions. And now a family already weighed down with problems. Must face one that may surpass them all.

 

Brumhilda went deeper into herself, and emerging within a heavy mist as her astral self left her body. She sought out one, who could most likely inform her in how to assist in this situation. If he were ever needed, it would be in this place and time. Little did she know they felt her presence, and they too had left the real world to move into the one of the spirits. He had to gather his strength, not sure of what will be the consequences of his sister Gaia’s heinous deed.

 

“Brumhilda, what brings you in this place of solace?” The voice was heard before the soul came into view.

 

“It’s your family, Sir Paul! Something extraordinary is about to occur and cause an upheaval forever. I think you know exactly of what I speak.” She walked up to him

 

“Yes Your Majesty, I know of what you speak. But alas; I’m unable to buffer what’s to come. I’m elsewhere and am uncertain of what is to become of my situation as of now.” He told her what she already knew.

 

“Hopefully the one who has given so much will have an impact on that decision. Such a sacrifice, should have its rewards.” Brumhilda making an observation and fact. He nodded then turned and drifted away, there was nothing more to say. Brumhilda also went back and came out of her trance. She needed to get to Apollyon and give her support in his time of need.

 

 

 

Apollyon stood watching as the small party approached the courtyard. He was dumbfounded! Brumhilda was right, there are three. “But why didn’t I sense the third?” He spoke softly to himself. He looked up to see Brumhilda returning.

 

“Come Dear Apollyon. Let’s go meet our guest.” Brumhilda gestured to him to follow her, he did. No point in putting off the inevitable. They came into the great hall as the three stood about awaiting. Myrriana turned and saw her Father and ran into his arm immediately. King Eprohteus stood silently not moving a muscle. Ursalyn watched how affectionate Myrriana was with this man, wondering what was he to her.

 

“Myrriana! Oh my darling daughter.” He held her dearly eyes closed. Then the strangest feeling came over him as his eyes flew opened and fell quickly on Ursalyn. He froze as a statue his eyes searching hers and beyond. And as quickly as they fell on hers. They shot over to Eprohteus growing dark.

 

“Stay your thoughts Apollyon until you and I speak privately. It would be in the best interest, of all concerned if you heed my words.” He stopped him cold. Apollyon moved Myrriana from his arms and started towards Ursalyn, who tilted her head to one side curious to why this man had fixed on her in such a manner.

 

“Hello Sir, My name is Ursalyn. Your daughter Myrriana and I have become quite close in the time we have met.” She addressed him trying to ease the awkwardness. Eprohteus looked on watching Apollyon intensely.

 

“Ursalyn?” He said softly and reached his hand to her. She went to reciprocate, but Eprohteus stepped between them. Apollyon and his eyes met.

 

“As I said, we need to talk.” At that moment, Daina rode her horse hard into the courtyard and leaped from it, and then was led into where the others were. Her eyes beamed upon the sight before her.

 

“Myrriana!!” You’re here! What is going on? You vanished in thin air!” Daina ran up to her and the two embraced.

 

“I’ll fill you in later. All I want to do is go home now. I sense our other two sisters are there now.” Myrriana told her. Daina looked around and saw Ursalyn, and something strange filled her as she looked upon the near double to her sister Myrriana. Not only in appearance but something else unnerved her about this woman. Her eyes then fell on her Father with Eprohteus.

 

“Father!” She called to him. He smiled at her and gave a wave, then left out of the room. She turned to Myrriana, who shrugged her shoulders.

 

“I don’t know what’s with that. Come meet Ursalyn.” She walked towards her new found friend. Daina felt an uneasiness as she moved closer to this person. Something extremely familiar kept coming through.

 

“Ursalyn, this is one of my younger sisters, Daina. This is Ursalyn! I met her when King Eprohteus took me up to his palace in the cloud realm.” She explained partly to her. Daina half-smiled.

 

“Ursalyn! Wow you look so much like Myrriana. Have we ever met before, it seems like I know you from somewhere.” There was a nagging in the back of her mind, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

 

 

 

“How dare you? How could you do this thing? After all; we were supposed to be to each other. You have constantly betrayed me.” Apollyon walked into the garden at a fast pace as he began to address Eprohteus.

 

“First you lied to me about who, and what you actually were. Then you make me immortal without my consent. You lust after my daughter when you should have been a friend and second Father to her. Now years later you kidnap her and block her memory, for what if you were going to bring her back anyway. Or was the kidnapping a means to an end? Ursalyn! How could you?” Apollyon spat out the last part. Eprohteus eyes were like slits. He had listened to the barrage and had enough of it.

 

“How could I you ask, Apollyon. It wasn’t I who did anything, but your wife Gaia and you. If I did anything, it was to stepped in to preserve a life. One that was on the brink of perishing forever due to a selfish act.” King Eprohteus admonished him. Apollyon’s eyes stayed fixed in him, confused with his statement.

 

“Did you say what Gaia and I did? What are you spewing out of your lying mouth?” Apollyon snapped at him. Eprohteus eyes narrowed further.

 

“You really don’t know how this all came about, do you my dear friend?” He realized he hadn’t taught him everything and neither did he learn anymore, or he wouldn’t have done the thing that caused the circumstances.

 

“No old King Eprohteus! Enlighten me to what Gaia and I did to cause this occurrence.” Now Apollyon was allowing his arrogance to shine through as he had done many years before.

 

“When Gaia took your daughter Myrriana’s essence, she took too much. She sent her slipping off into the Netherlands, well part of her did.” Eprohteus grew quiet as he reflected. Apollyon listen, the part of her got his attention.

 

“Part of her…….What do you mean part of her?” Apollyon understood but only halfway.

 

I was able to prevent her from going fully over. The part that was there.” Apollyon listened to him closely. And the word—partly, became clearer.

 

“That part of her that remained in your arms you gave your power to and were able to revive her. But the other who was nearing the borders of the Netherland. I came and rescued her.” He explained.

 

“That’s not possible! Myrriana’s herself! She loves and knows us! But this……” He couldn’t finish.

 

“To perform this ritual on an immortal will have its side effects. That’s why it isn’t done. If you had known this, you wouldn’t have done it. You would have followed a different path as I did to retrieve that part, which was there,” he explained further.

 

“Ursalyn!” Apollyon said her name out loud.

Read the continuing story at the Seventh Dimension