On the Evil Scale: Keeper of La Tecla (The Key) Book Two

Time really does go by rapidly, it’s been months now and Winter has passed, slowly transitioning into the United Kingdom’s Spring months, and things have been relatively peaceful. Considering all of the events that have happened prior.

Leonus however, remained confined in the prison cells during the full moon’s monthly transition, making him more dangerous, and because of the shackles, they prevented his full shift but he could feel it, for his bones broke in places and his skin burned, but no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried to free himself of the shackles, they were bound by magic until the half-breed released him of their hold.

Guardians patrolling the island, kept a close distance to the prisons, listening as the Scotsman banged against the bars and walls, chipping the stone and releasing powerful growls and mortal howls that held an underlying guttural grunt. Everything that made him who, and what he was, had been taken away from him and there would be consequences of the actions for if a Lycynian can’t fully shift, during the next full moon, their shift will last for days and they have no true control of their paranormal urges and nature.

During the months, I handled paperwork and permitted new vendors access onto the island, while making sure their products were up to code and appropriate for the Isle’s need or interests of the residents. I laid my glasses on the desk, then took a moment to glance at the ring on my finger, watching as it glistened in the sun from the patio doors behind the office chair. A wide smile crept on my face, for Anthony and I had been making plans as to how and where we would even get married, here on the island or elsewhere. For the firs time in my life, I acted like a giddy school girl as I twirled the chair around, thinking about it all but that moment of happiness was short lived when there was a knock on the door. Thinking it might have been Erik who has kept his distance from me during these months, I called out, wanting to know who it was. Watching as the door slowly opened, Heather peeked her head through the gap.

“Heather…” I stood, walking around the desk, “hello.”

“Hello.” her Irish voice quivered as she entered.

“How can I help you?” I wondered, taking notice of her nervousness. Sitting her down, noticing her red-puffy eyes, I could tell that she had been crying, “Is everything all right?”

“It’s Leonus.” the Irishwoman muttered.

Sighing, I hoped she wasn’t coming to me again for his release. As I stood, walking toward the door closing it, I turned offering her a cup of tea.

“Yes, please. Thank you.” she sniffled.

Approaching the small fridge and water cooler, I placed a bag of tea in a cup then filled it with hot water, quickly covering it with its plate so it would brew. Carrying it over, laying it front of her, I then sat across from her.

“Heather, if this is about releasing Leonus, it’s not going to happen.” I complained, “I’ve had the food that you prepared delivered to him.”

“I know where you stand on the matter, but this far more personal.”

“Oh?” I raised my left eyebrow curiously.

Fiddling with her wedding ring graced with Emeralds and Diamonds, Heather then glanced down at it, studying the small ornament that had once, meant so much to her. Stuttering, she attempted searching for the right words.

“Heather, what is it?” I mumbled softly.

Raising her gaze, her eyes were glazed with tears.

“I’m leaving…” she sighed, releasing the heavy burden off her chest, “I’m leaving the Isle, our home…Leonus.” she shook her head, “I just can’t take much more of this, I can’t and it’s not good for the boys.”

“Where will you go?” I cleared my throat, for her words shocked me.

“Home, to Ireland. With the boys too, of course.” Heather reached for the tea. Removing the tea bag, placing it on the plate, she took a long sip, paying no attention to the lack of cream of sugar, “Liam is a grown lad, so I can’t speak for him but it’s done.” she finished, softly placing the cup on the table, “All of the preparations have been made, my family is waiting for me.”

“Um…” her confession caught me off guard, “I-I don’t know what to say to that, I mean it’s your choice but this has been your home for years.” I shifted in my seat, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“I am.” she nodded affirmatively, “But I need something from you.”

“Anything.” I offered.

“I need to see him, I need to be the one to tell him.” Heather urged, “Before someone else gets there first, some of the loyal Lycynians for starters.” she grumbled in complaint.

Knowing what she was asking, I sighed heavily.

“I’m sorry Heather, but…I can’t do that.”

“Why?” she frowned.

“Because the prisons are no place for a woman such as yourself.”

“I’ve been there before, lass…” she stood, pacing anxiously, “so it is nothing new to me, seeing him locked behind those bars, please.”

“Heather…” I grew agitated over the subject, “I said no and that’s it.” I approached her, “When is released, you will be the first to know, so you can prepare your family for the rage you know he’ll bring home and for that…” I reached out, taking her hands, “I am truly sorry.”

Heather remained silent, knowing the actions and decisions made by the young woman standing in front of her were all part of a bigger plan than she realized. Gently pulling her hands away, she placed them on Yzavela’s petite shoulders, before leaning in for a gentle hug.

“Thank you.” she whispered softly, pulling away, then turned.

“Heather…” I called out after her, “I am sorry, truly but if you need anything for your journey home, or anything for you boys, do let me know.”

“Will do.” the Irishwoman answered, then slipped out of the room.

Once the door closed, I groaned. Releasing built up tension, I turned and ignited the fireplace.

“F*ck me.” I cursed, then returned to the desk, then noticed the date, it was Valentine’s Day and almost my birthday for I was born just a few hours later, “Happy birthday, Yza.” I closed my eyes, then heard beeps as video calls came in on my computer. Turning on the gadget, I saw Jonathan’s face waiting as an incoming call, “Hey…” I greeted.

“Hey.” he smiled at her, seeing her face on his screen, “are you busy?”

“Uh, not at the moment.” I frowned, “Why?” I wondered.

“There was something that I wanted to talk to you about, if you have the time to break away from your duties and such.” he shrugged.

“As a matter of fact, I finished not too long ago so when and where?” I asked, organizing papers and stacking folders as I spoke.

“In an hour, in the atrium.” Jonathan smiled, looking off camera.

“An hour. In the Atrium. Got it.” I nodded agreeably.

“Cool.” Jonathan smiled then ended the call.

Stacking the papers and folders that had already been signed before Heather’s unexpected meeting, and Jonathan’s abrupt call, it was at that moment nothing else needed my attention. Glancing at my watch, what was I going to do for an hour? Biting my lip, I thought of something. Making sure I had the keys on my belt, I called out to both Zanzabarr and Abraxas summoning them from their place by the fireplace. Retreating outside, I walked toward the garage, needing access to one of the Jeeps. Taking a drive through the wall and the tunnel, I followed the road then veered off to the right, following it to the prisons then came to abrupt halt as both Nick and Caleb had appeared, standing on the road. I watched as they sped forward, and stood by the window, gently tapping it. Rolling it down, I asked.

“Yes?”

“Are you going where we think you’re going?” Nick asked with wide, brown eyes, before veering into the back seat where her dragon and wolf snapped at his presence.

“I don’t know, where do you think I’m going?” I teased in a riddle, as I leaned forward on the wheel.

“To the prisons.” Caleb leaned in.

“This is an island, Caleb. Just because I’m driving along, it does not mean I am going where you think I’ going, so can’t you just allow me to go where I wish without your pestering questions?” I moaned with agitation, then realized my tone, “I’m sorry, it’s…been a long day.”

“It’s all right, we get it.” Caleb smiled, “But we’re coming with you to said place.” he winked.

“And where are you going to sit?” I joked, “I mean, you’re more than welcome to sit in the back with them?” I glanced into the back seat.

“Um, nah…” Nick chuckled, “we’ll just follow you.”

“Follow me?” I wondered curiously, “What are you going to do, run?”

“Exactly.” Caleb smiled.

“I was kidding.” I chuckled.

“He wasn’t.” Nick affirmed.

“Right.” I nodded, putting the gear into drive, “This I have to see…” I drove forward and as I glanced out the windows, I saw nothing but as I glanced ahead toward the prisons, there stood the two Wraiths with other Guardians gathering around, “Damn.” I slowed my pace. I climbed out then shook my head, “Nicely done.” I teased, leaving the wolf and dragon in the Jeep, “But seriously…” I walked past them.

“Yza, no…” Wyatt argued gently, reaching for her arm, “you don’t want to go in there.”

I said nothing, looking up at the 6’4 Swedish Demon. Watching as he respectfully pulled his hand away, I nodded then walked through the arched entry, taking a look at the cells for the first time since I’ve been here. The center concrete slab was out of place but the cells all were well thought out. Approaching one of the cells to my left, there sat Leonus on the ground, leaning his elbows on his knees with his face buried in his hands.

“What do we have here?” he growled, sensing a presence outside the cell door, “The little Demon-b*tch shows herself at last.” he raised his gaze, catching her scent. He slowly stood, adjusting his jacket and then he menacingly lunged forward, slamming his bulk against the bars.

Jumping back, almost losing my balance, I felt hands hold me up. As I turned, glancing over shoulder, there stood Wyatt, offering a brief nod.

“Thank you.” I appreciated, then glanced back at the cell.

“Let me out, you f*cking b*tch!” the Scotsman cursed, reaching one of his arms through the bars, “Because if you haven’t come ’ere to gloat, and you’re not here to fight, let me out!”

“Gloat?” I taunted, “No, but I have come here to let you know that I will be releasing you in a few days.” I grinned, folding my arms.

“Where’s my food?!” Leonus barked loudly.

“That’s all you have to say?” I mocked, “I just broke the good news of your release, I mean we haven’t seen each other for months, and that’s all you have to say if where’s your food? Leonus, you hurt my feelings.” I placed my hands to my chest.

“I don’t f*cking care ’bout your feelings, you little Demon-b*tch!” he growled loudly, “But I do have a question…”

“He speaks.” I mocked, looking at Wyatt and the other Guardians.

“How’s my family?” he wondered genuinely.

“Heather has been through a lot, but she’s a strong woman.” I said.

“Aye…” he grumbled, “she is.”

“And your sons too, such beautiful boys.” I finished.

“You stay away from them, you hear me, you stay away form them!”

“Or what, Leonus? Or what, you’ll kill me?” I held out my arms.

“You think you’re all that, thinking you’re safe on that side of these bloody bars, do ye?” Leonus backed, “Well, think again little girl, do think again because when I get out, and there will be a when I get out, I will think of ways to take you out.” he flashed his red eyes.

“Another threat.” I approached the cell.

“Yza, be careful.” Wyatt instructed, placing his hands on his axes.

“I’m getting tired of all of this back and forth bullsh*t between us.” I took the Demons’ warning seriously, standing far away enough so the Scotsman couldn’t reach for me.

“I don’t care, I’m done fighting with you, I really am because you’re not worth it. Not anymore.” Leonus argued, turning away.

“See, I don’t believe that. Not one god damn bit, want to know why?” I grinned, folding my arms, “Because I have what you want, I have your family and the island, I have the Keeper’s title…all of which a man like you would never give up fighting for, even if that means you lose everything you hold dear to get it, which is taking place right now as we speak.”

“What do you mean?” Leonus turned to her, “Something happen:?”

I backed away, leaving the Scotsman wondering all sorts of things. As I left, I listened to his shouts and threats, as he banged against the bars, growling and screaming Scottish obscenities. Once standing by the Jeep, I turned glancing back at the prisons that stood menacing and tall.

“Get a few other Demons over here and get him out.” I gave me firm instructions to Wyatt, “If he tries anything, handle him accordingly but take him home, he’s been in there long enough and make sure he takes a shower.” I pinched my nose, “He smells putrid.”

“And who’s going to tell Heather?” Nick asked.

“I’ll inform her.” I nodded toward him, “But you and you…” my eyes glanced between the two Wraiths, “are going to wait outside the home and make sure the Demons deliver him there.”

“Got it.” Caleb nodded.

“Thank you.” I grinned, then glanced at my watch, “Sh*t, gotta go.” I climbed into the Jeep, “Let me know how it goes.” I nodded.

“Yep.” Nick waved.

Turning the Jeep around, I dialed Heather’s number, informing her that Leonus would be coming home soon, and that she shouldn’t be alarmed by the presence of Wraiths by the door. Listening to her soft, grateful praises, I didn’t want them, but accepted them anyway. I ended the call, continuing down the road, returning to estate. Just as I parked the Jeep back at the garage, I chased after Zanzabarr and Abraxas down the path, leading to the manor then quickly made my way toward the atrium, but it was empty.

“Um, hello?” I called out softly, having my voice echo, “Great.” and just then, I shrieked as figures jumped out from behind the tallest, or fullest plants, startling Abraxas and Zanzabarr as well.

“Happy birthday!” their voices cheered.

Catching my breath, I smiled looking around my friends and mom.

“Oh my god…” I gasped, “you scared the sh*t out of me, you’re all lucky I didn’t set this room on fire.” I teased with a smile, “But what’s this?”

“You don’t think we were going to forget your birthday, did you?” Lady D greeted, placing a birthday hat on her daughter’s head, “And happy Valentine’s Day.” she hugged her quickly.

“Happy birthday!” Jonathan cheered.

“Happy birthday!” Anthony walked over, holding a single rose which seemed to be his signature approach. Leaning in, kissing her, he gave her a sexy grin, “And happy Valentine’s Day.” he nudged her nose then stepped aside, allowing Erik and to all of their surprise Sarah, the chance to offer their celebrations.

“Happy birthday, love.” Erik grinned.

“Yeah, happy birthday.” Sarah groaned.

“Thank you.” I appreciated the sentiment, “But you know you didn’t have to do all of this.” I gestured around, holding the rose in hand.

“Sweetheart, you’ve been focusing on this island and haven’t, I’m sure, spent a moment to yourself with your friends as just a young woman having fun, am I right?” Lady D suggested, receiving a nod in reply, “You’re not Marxus, you need to live the life outside of being the Keeper, you know I’m right.”

“No, I know you are but…”

“No buts.” Jonathan interrupted, “No buts. It’s a good day, so can we please just enjoy it for once before sh*t happens?!” he smiled.

“Yes, okay!” I cheered eagerly, “And guys…happy Valentine’s Day.” I held out my arms, sharing a group hug which all stood around for, even Sarah. Gathering around, we then took the celebrations to the dining hall where another surprise greeted me, for spread out across the table, were plates of pastries and cakes.

“Happy birthday.” Anthony purred in her ear, “Thomas and Louisa wanted to be here but they had emergencies at the shop.”

“Is everything all right?’ I looked at him.

“Ah-ah, no business.” he placed a finger to her lips, “Remember?”

I smiled, nodding agreeably, then turned to the tables. Once taking our seats, we sat around laughing and joking around, when my other friends Nick, Caleb and Wyatt appeared after their assigned duties were tended to.

“Are we late?” Caleb smiled, “Happy birthday, love.” he winked.

“You’re just in time!” Erik waved.

“Happy birthday.” both Nick and Wyatt added.

“Listen, I can’t stay long. I just got off work, and I have plans with my girl.” Wyatt revealed.

“Then go…” I urged.

“No, it’s okay.”

“Wyatt, please…it’s fine, go. It’s Valentine’s Day so go be with her.” I stood, turning him around, gently pushing him toward the door.

Wyatt turned, hugging her quickly, offering his birthday wishes once more then ran out through the foyer.

Shaking my head, I turned to the table.

“Don’t you have dates for today?” I wondered, looking at Nick and Caleb.

“Nah, not really.” Nick grinned.

“Nope.” Caleb shrugged.

“I find that hard to believe.” I wondered, “Two handsome lads like you, come on…” I joked.

“Awe, she thinks we’re handsome.” Caleb teased.

“Yeah, you’re real pretty.” Nick chuckled.

“Oi, comin’ from the one who looks like a ken doll when his hair isn’t bloody sprayed a different color every day.” Caleb reached for Nick’s hair but had his hand slapped away.

Everyone laughed at their brotherly antics, the moment was perfect.

The Nubian Jinn gathered for a meeting in the massive hut built in the center of their village for such moments. Skins were spread across the floor, covering the thin wood planks and beads and fabrics hung above the doors. Sconces posted on the metal beams provided just an adequate amount of light, as did the windows with their shutters left open. Sturdy benches followed the shape of the hut, where Elders sat, contemplating matters of their kin. However, shouts erupted as the King, Azir revealed his plans to travel abroad where his presence was required. His wife, and Queen, Natash and their Baako, sat in the largest chairs, listening as their kin whispered among themselves. Azim, the King’s brother, stood from his place among the Elders, making his voice heard in protest stating that their King’s presence was needed here, for conflicts with the other tribes were on a rise.

“We need you here!” Azim exclaimed, “Our people need our King…” he bowed his head toward his brother, then glanced toward Natash, “our Queen, and Prince.” he bowed toward Baako.

“You and I both knew this time was coming, Azim. All of you knew that I would have to leave!” Azir declared powerfully as he stood; the sleeves of his African robe flowed upon his movements, “This should come to no surprise.” he glanced around the room, studying each and every face of the men and women that sat silently, listening, nodding or arguing quietly.

“What about our people you promised to protect?!” one of the Elder men shouted as he stood.

“How many times has my husband and I been there for each, and yes, every one of you?!” Natash stood, making her presence as Queen seen, “My husband, your King, has never abandoned us, but this matter is something that he promised and you know that when a Jinn gives their word, is it never broken for it is one of our most important and honorable laws!” she proclaimed loudly, and elegantly.

Azim stood silent, as did the Elders, listening to their Queen.

“And I will not be leaving you unprepared.” Azir stood, “Our son, and your Prince Baako, as well as my brother Azim, will remain here to care for our people. Please…” he gestured at the mentioned men, that stepped forward, standing before him, “I do not ask much from you, all of you know that I ask nothing of no one but this is a very delicate matter that I must attend to.” he placed his hands upon their shoulders, “And I trust no one more, than the two of you to look out after our people.”

“And when will you be leaving, my King and Queen?” one of the Elder women stood, proclaiming softly.

“All of you remember Marxus Castillion?” Natash announced. As she looked around, she received nods in affirmation of the name of the Immortal mam that had once stayed among their tribe during his younger years, “He has sent word of his passing many-many moons ago and it is our obligation to the man, to answers his summons for he requests that we see to things at hand and meet the new Keeper of the island in question. We will send word if our presence is required longer than expected but as of now, we can not say for how long we will be absent.”

“The Isle of Castillion is your destination?” Azim questioned.

“It is.” Azir nodded, “And as Natash as stated, it is being run under a new leadership, but I do not know how the young woman that has been named is handling such a task and position, and all of you know that our magic is infused into the foundations of the island, so we need to know if that magic remains. We need to know for sure if she is following all of the rules that have been set in place to keep it standing, and is keeping the magic in balance.”

Elders stood, placing their hands to her chests clenching their fists tightly, bowing their heads in respect.

Azir, Natash and Baako stood by the thrones, watching the scene that was before them, it was magnificent and powerful, receiving the support from their kin. They glanced at each other, knowing they had the support of their people, and the silence that lingered allowed the soothing ambiance of the crackling fires from the sconces to fill the air.

“All that is said, is now put in motion.” Azir declared powerfully.

It wasn’t even hours after the birthday celebrations when I received a call from RP&V after Thomas, the Manager, was dealing with one of the difficult shopkeepers that complained about their reserved place. Again. Making my way toward the village with Anthony who wanted to be there for his brother, and my mom for Louisa, the three of arrived, watching as the Italian stood by one of the displays, waving his arms around and pointing at the ground. Jumping out of the Jeep, I rushed forward standing between the bickering man.

“All right, all right…that’s enough!’ I barked loudly, “You, Sir…” I turned to the shopkeeper, “how many times have I told you that is your responsibility to book the right sized space for your display?!” I looked around, “You know that coming here, making the lat minute changes isn’t permitted. Now…” I held out my hand toward the two Italian brothers, “apologize to Thomas, who was kind enough to run things for me while I have other matters to tend, apologize now.” my fists clenched impatiently.

“Apologies, Sir.” the man nodded.

“Pfft.” the Italian huffed, but accepted the man’s apology.

“Now, I suggest that next time you come back to this island, which is next year I believe from what I can remember about the schedule, is that you make sure you reserve the proper space according to all of your needs, yes?” I barked, leering at the man.

“But…”

“It’s that simple, Mr…” I reached for the folder that Thomas handed me. I read the name, raising my eyebrows for I couldn’t even begin to pronounce it. Glancing at Thomas, the Italian shook his head humorously with his eyes closed, as if suggesting that I shouldn’t even try, “um, okay then. Mr. T…” I finished for it was just totally unpronounceable, “now please, the matter is settled, and I swear if I hear one more peep about this, after I’ve settled it, I give you my word Sir…” I approached the shopkeeper, “I just throw all of your things into the sea and then you can swim back to the friggin’ mainland.” I tilted my head menacingly, “All right?”

“Y-yes, all right.” Mr T nodded, then backed away in shuffling steps.

“You have no idea how many times that man gave Marxus trouble.” Thomas retrieved the folder from her hands, then continued with his Italian temperament, complaining that Mr T was lucky that he didn’t turn him around and kick him in the a** for all of the trouble that he has caused, and that there were also problems at their shop, for they were overloaded with orders, then he had to deal with his god damn drama when all Mr T has to do was follow the damn rules of the Isle in the first place, then went on calling him, well, “È fortunato che non lo faccia girare e non lo prenda a calci in culo per tutti i guai che ha causato quel bastardo e poi c’è il negozio, siamo sovraccarichi di ordini e ora devo affrontare il suo dannato dramma quando tutti deve solo seguire le dannate regole dell’isola in primo luogo! figli di puttana…”

My eyes widened, listening carefully, watching as the Italian waved his hands around expressively, before adjusting his belt, letting out a deep sigh, placing his hands on his hips.

“Right, okay all I got out of that were the words drama, bastard, a** and mother f*cker so I think you got your point across.” I teased.

“Si.” Thomas looked at her, nodding affirmatively, “And there much more where that came from too, if he wants to hear it.”

“Ah, Thomas no…” Anthony placed a hand on his shoulder, “don’t.” he shook his head, “The idiota non ne vale la pena, quindi non lasciamo che il mio amore Yzavela ci veda al nostro peggio, hmm?” he finished, stating that the idiot wasn’t worth it, and that he didn’t want his love Yzavela to see them at their worst.

“Si, si…” Thomas nodded, then looked at the young woman, “truly, I am sorry. Forgive me, please…” he reached for hands, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Thomas, it’s fine.” I grinned, “But thank you. And dare I ask what Marxus do about this?” I wondered.

“Well, he certainly didn’t threaten to throw the man’s belongings’ in the sea, and have him swim back.” Anthony answered humorously, with a faint grin, placing his hands on his hips.

Glancing between the Italian brothers, they stood alike, both of them had their hands on their hips.

“Now I know where you get it from.” I teased Anthony with a grin.

“Marxus gave him another spot.” Thomas added, finishing quickly.

“So pretty much Marxus let people walk all over him.” I wondered, folding my arms.

“No, that’s one thing Marxus didn’t allow. Perhaps he just wanted to avoid confrontation because he was Spaniard, and I think the three of us here, know more than most, what a Latin or Latina temper, can do if provoked the wrong way.” Anthony shrugged, “But now I think the man will make sure he gets things right next time.” he winked.

“If there is a next time.” I moaned, “Any other shopkeepers causing trouble? It’s my birthday, so I’m entitled for some mischief today.” I looked around.

“No…” Thomas chuckled, adoring the young woman’s humor, “that was the last one. And listen…” he approached, “happy birthday. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to celebrate but…”

“Thomas, it’s okay. But thank you.” I appreciated, giving him a brief hug, then stepped back, “Now you should get back to the shop, you don’t want to keep Louisa calling, especially since she’s about to call for you in three, two, one.” I veered past his shoulder, watching as the Italian woman did just that.

“Thomas!” Louisa urged.

“How did you know?” Thomas looked down at her.

“I have my secrets, now go…” I smiled, patting his arm.

Thomas smiled, then patting Anthony’s arm, he turned and quickly sprinted toward the shop, greeting his wife with a quick kiss before he retreated inside after her, chasing her through the shop loving.

“Is that going to be us in a few years?” I looked at Anthony.

“What do you mean?” he looked down at her.

“Older, but still amorous?” I teased.

“For as long as I can.” he flicked his eyebrows, then pulled her close.

Giggling softly, before I could lean in to kiss him, a Raven suddenly squawked loudly, landing on my shoulder, causing Anthony to jump back. Thinking maybe it might have been Abraxas, I spoke to it then frowned, for it didn’t reply.

“Abraxas?” I rasped.”Yes, Mother?” he answered.

“Where are you?”

“Above you.”

Raising my gaze, there he was, flying among the other Ravens above the island, swarming in wide circles that squawked loudly.

“If this isn’t you, then what the hell is this?” I muttered verbally. As I gently reached out my left hand, petting its chest, I spoke to it softly, then grabbed its small body, holding it close to my chest. Feeling its heavy breathing, watching as it panted with an open beak, it lowered its head, pecking at one of its feet, “Anthony, can you get that please?” I gestured at the rolled up parchment attached to its legs.

Reaching out his hands, speaking softly to the bird, Anthony grinned, petting its soft feathers then felt its claws grip around his fingers as he removed the parchment.

“Aye, hold on…” he felt the claws refusing to release from its hold. Carefully, he lifted the long black toes then withdrew his hand as the bird pecked at his hand, “you’re welcome.” he shook his head, for he knew the birds’ temperament were fickle.

“Thank you.” I smiled, “Both of you.” I kissed the bird then turned, gently tossing it into the air, watching as it flapped its wings heavily, lifting itself higher among the other birds.

“This is yours.” Anthony handed her the parchment that was tightly rolled up with a small, very small, wax seal keeping it sealed.

“Thank you.” I accepted it. Studying the parchment, I then scanned the village, taking notice of anyone that might have stood out, or of someone that could have delivered it, but there was no one, “Hmm.” I frowned, then gently broke the unseal, unrolling the parchment.

“What is it?” Anthony watched as she frowned curiously, reading the words that seemed to be for her eyes only because his eyes only saw a blank page.

“It’s uh…” I looked at him, “it’s from someone in Whitehaven, Billy actually.”

“Billy?” Anthony wondered, “A male Billy or…”

“Relax…” I grinned, “it wasn’t like that, not unless I have lingering daddy issues.” I made the emphasis on the age difference, “He helped bring us here to the island, he set up the transportation. I glanced at the parchment once more, wondering why he sent a note and now of all times, “I thought after Ireland, I would never hear from him again, so this is… strange.” I muttered.

His words read:

“Yzavela, hello dear girl…

I know we have our differences since our last meeting in Ireland, and for that, again both Mary and I offer our deepest apologies, however I am afraid that that isn’t the reason for this letter. I wanted to be the one to personally inform you that the situation in the Great City has grown worse, escalating in grand proportions. Safe houses that I had in my possession have been ransacked and discovered, but both Mary and I have managed to escape their grasp and have taken the secrets of your location and that of many others with us, but nonetheless…I have also received reports that two monasteries have been destroyed, housing many refugees that I had send over the years, mortal and or supernatural and paranormal. I have connections in both Scotland and Ireland, and they have reported that their borders are both being bombarded by those that had managed to flee before their lives were lost. The reason for this letter dear girl, it to inform you that there is something coming, and whoever or whatever it is doing all of this…I fear the Necromancer of the Great City is gaining more power by the day, he has sent flying machines and Shadowed Ones that are, yes as of this very moment as I write this letter, are scouting the area. I beg you, be cautious and extremely aware, watch the skies and beware of anything unnatural that doesn’t seem natural. I sincerely hope that you and your mum, and all of the dwellers of the Isle, stay safe.

Your loyal friend,

-W.H.

Once reading the words, lowering the parchment, my eyes erratically scanned the cobblestone ground beneath my feet. Feeling lightheaded, I stumbled in place, but felt Anthony’s strong arms hold me up.

“Yza, what is it?” he worried softly, guiding her to the chairs outside the pub nearby, “What did it it say?” he knelt in front of her, “Yza?”

“Uh…” I blinked, trying to gain my composure, “it was a letter from Billy but…not what I expected.” I frowned, “Just when I thought the bullsh*t was all over, here it is…the reality of the world we live in.” I held up the parchment. Laying it across my leg, I placed my hands on the surface, muttering a chant to reveal its secrets. Watching as the words scribbled themselves across the parchment, I slowly handed it to Anthony, “Read for yourself, it’s better if you do.”

“Are you sure?” he took the parchment form her hands.

“Mm-hmm.” I nodded.

Anthony stood, reading the letter as he paced slowly. Lowering it, he turned to her, saying nothing at first as he pulled a chair forward. As he sat next to her, he reached for her hands that trembled.

“So it begins.” he muttered.

“So it begins.” I answered, watching the business of RP&V pattering. I glanced at the sky, summoning Abraxas quickly, then watched as a black dragon dove from his place among the Ravens and landing in my lap, he snuggled close, wrapping his arms around his small body, “There’s something I have to do, someone I need to speak with.” I turned to Anthony.

“All right, I should visit Thomas and Louisa anyway. Is it all right if I tell them what’s going on, or do you want to keep it under wraps for now?” he wondered, rubbing her back gently.

“No, you can tell them.” I nodded, “Just…make sure they know not to tell anyone else, I don’t want the island hearing it on the long line of this or that.”

“Of course.” he gave her hands a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you.” I leaned in, “I love you.” I kissed him.

“And I love you.” he kissed her in reply, then stood, helping her to her feet, “We can walk together along the way, at least before we part, or do you want to be alone with your thoughts?”

“That sounds great.” I grinned, holding Abraxas in my arms, I stayed close to Anthony then walked with him in silence, following the long string of storefronts before the Giovanni tailor shop was seen ahead on the right, “Here you go.” I looked up at him, “I will see you later.”

“Without a doubt.” Anthony grinned, kissing her cheek. Quickly, he sprinted toward the shop, turned and waved, then retreated inside.

Sighing softly, I walked down the path, and for the time first since the Boar-wolves’ absence, I took the long, very long, trek down the road back to Ravenstone Manor.

“Axeon…” I reached out telepathically.

“Yes, dear child?” the dragon answered.

“We need to speak.”

“I am here, and I will be waiting.”

Glancing at the sky, I could see his form high above the clouds as he soared slowly, returning to his cavern beneath the island, but despite his attempts to be hidden in the clouds, from the sun, I could still see the faint shimmers glistening off his Sapphire scales. Continuing the road ahead, I took in the fresh scents of the clean crisp air, flowers and grass, feeling a sense of calmness rush over me before worry had crept in, consuming the sensation.

Abraxas, carried in her arms, remained silent, but released soft purrs, looking at her worried face. Blinking his large Amber eyes, he hoped there was something that he could do to help her and would wait for the moment where she asked. Nudging his head against her chin, he listened to her soft giggles, feeling his scales tickle against her skin.

Finally arriving at the wall, I was exhausted from the walk, despite all of the physical training that kept me limber and athletic. Retreating to the manor, making my way up the stairs and to the study, I made sure the sign was posted and the door was locked, then turned to the bookshelf, opening the passageway. Venturing down the hidden steps, leading down to the dragon’s cavern, the great beast stood by the exit with his wings stretched out and head held high. I grinned, listening as he released a loud roar the vibrated throughout the cavern, and as I covered my ears, waiting for its echo to fade, I approached after my Abraxas flew from my arms, landing on a nearby boulder.

“I know what it is you have received.” Axeon’s voice spoke over her thoughts,“I have seen the monstrous things that are growing nearer.” he closed his wings, folding them along the length of this body, then took slow steps forward, lowering his head, “With each passing day, they are coming.” he blinked his eyes, looking at her.

“And what have you seen that Billy has not?” I inquired, reaching out petting his massive scaled snout, still soft to the touch.

“Much that should not be ignored, or easily dismissed.”

“Show me.” I begged verbally, “Please…” I looked into his eyes, “I think that I have the right to know, and see, what’s coming so I know what to do to protect this place.”

“I would, however, the images that I have seen would overwhelm you, and even though you are half-breed yes, you are still half mortal and it is your setback for understanding and seeing all.” Axeon moaned.

“That’s a bullsh*t answer.” I frowned, pulling my hands away.

“But it is the only one you shall receive.” Axeon raised his head.

“Axeon, please…if I can’t see what’s coming, you need to tell what it is I have to do to prepare!” I argued, “Tell me that at least!” I waved my hands around, beginning to steam which caused the fire pits, for a single moments, to spit unnatural and violent embers.

“You do not come here and make demands of me, half-breed! I may be here to assist you in Marxus’ honor yes, but that does mean that I am loyal to you, for I am not.” Axeon roared aggressively, snarling his large snout,“I have told you that I can not, and will not, share the images that I have seen and I will not hear another word.”

“But you must, you swore to protect this place!” I argued bravely, but stupidly.

“And I am!” the great snapped his jaws, watching as she stumbled backwards, then quickly turned his head, listening as her dragon roared loudly, followed by a brief but fading glow, “What is this?!” he observed a black dragon appearing in the small Zyphyn’s place, twice the size of him.

“You might be the great Blue One of this island, yes…” the Zyphyn roared telepathically, “but I am not.” he approached, crawling menacingly forward.

Backing away, without nothing to say, I hid behind one of the largest boulders for security, then rushed toward the hidden stairs, staying out of the moment between the mythical beasts.

As Abraxas hovered above Axeon, his horns scraped the rocks above, causing pieces to fall in a dusty shower. Squinting his Amber eyes, he leaned in close, watching as the great blue dragon lowered his head in submission of his presence.

“You might have sworn to protect the island yes, but I am sworn to protect my Mother and if you are withholding any information that can aid me in doing so, you will share it with me and I wasn’t asking.” Abraxas moaned deeply.

Looking up at the black dragon above him, Axeon had no choice but to adhere to the Zyphyn’s powerful, and bold request.

“Very well, but do not say that I did not warn you, or the half-breed.” he argued bluntly.

“Stop…” Abraxas snapped his jaws, revealing his white teeth longer, and larger than the great dragon’s, “calling her that, she has a name!”

“Do not say I did not warn Yzavela.” Axeon corrected himself.

“Do it…” Abraxas sneered, slowly flicking his long tapered tail.

Axeon closed his eyes and as he raised his head, he leaned forward, and just as their snouts made contact, there were sparks of blue and red flame that created a powerful blast of magic that swept through the cavern.

Watching the occurrence, I heard a loud buzzing like bees in a hive, then felt a strong breeze that had managed to push me against the last steps behind me. Bracing myself, managing to grab the wall just in time before feeling the rock stab against my back and ribs, I sighed deeply, then stood. Gazing at the two dragon, they stood face-to-face, before Axeon lowered his head in submission of Abraxas’ power and presence.

“Abraxas?” I rasped loudly enough, taking cautious steps forward.

“Mother.” the dragon turned, bowing his head.

“What happened?” I wondered curiously.

“You are have protection from other sources.” Axeon moaned with a sense of disapproval, “Which means you will no longer be needing my services in the near future but fear not…” he looked at her,“I am going to remain here until the threat has passed, for there are things that I have shown your Zyphyn, that only I must attend to. Now, for your sake and mine, I ask that you leave this place and do not return until I summon you.”

“You summon no one.” Abraxas roared arguably.

“Until I request.” Axeon yet again, corrected himself.

“Um, all-all right.” I muttered, for there was nothing I could say. As I looked up at Abraxas, I watched as his large form began to shrink, while being highlighted in the Aura of his own, before landing my arms, “Axeon…” I turned to him, “I’m sorry.” I whispered.

“There is nothing to apologize for.” the great dragon turned away, “I also must add, for it was something that I did not share.”

“Oh?” I wondered.

“There will be visitors arriving from whom will be beneficial for that which is coming, you know will know of whom I speak when you see them with your own eyes.” Axeon finished,“Now leave me…”

Nodding, I respected his boundaries. Making my way toward the steps, I glanced back once more then disappeared into the shadows that led me upward, above ground.

“Abraxas…” I looked down at the small dragon in my arms, “you’re going to tell me what the hell happened back there, right? Because I need to know what that was about.”

“I will, Mother.” the small dragon purred, “Once you are ready.”

“It’s now or never.” I urged, then looked around, “But perhaps let’s get back to the study first.” I grinned.

“Yes, let’s.” Abraxas closed his eyes, purring softly.

Returning to the study, sitting at the desk, I reread Billy’s letter, then as I laid it on the desk, keeping it in place with my glasses, I glanced toward Abraxas who perched himself on the ledge.

“All right…tell me.” I urged, “Please.”

“Are you sure?” the small dragon slowly crawled forward.

“Abraxas, please…” I frowned.

“Very well, Mother.” he crawled off the desk and onto her chest. As he wrapped his wings around her shoulders, he leaned forward slowly, closing his eyes as he pressed his head against hers, “Now you’ll see.” he moaned, sharing the images that he had taken from Axeon’s very own sense of foresight.

The images were jumbled, but I managed to grasp the meaning of it; there were soldiers on a field in the rain Shayds, Demons, Wraiths, Lycynians and other distorted beasts all engaging in war while in the sky that boomed with thunder and lightning, were dragons thrust in a heated battle of their own. The series of flashing images ended with a stillness, followed by a quiet field where figures lay spewed across in all directions. There were familiar faces of loved ones, friends and enemies, all having lost their lives because plans weren’t made.

“That’s enough!” I shouted, pulling my head away. Placing my hands over my eyes, rubbing them quickly, I panted feeling the fatigue and all of the emotions that were attached to the scenes of the Isle’s blunt, and horrific future, “What was that?!” I jumped from the chair, after pushing Abraxas off my chest, placing him on the desk.

“The future, or what it will be if we don’t prepare.” Abraxas revealed, then lowered his head, feeling regret, “I am sorry, Mother.”

Running my fingers through my hair, combing it back, I turned.

“What for?” I approaching the desk, sitting back in the chair, “Don’t apologize Abraxas, this is my fault, I’m the one that always asks too many questions.” I grumbled, leaning back in the chair.

“If questions are never answered, one will never learn.”

“Hmm…” I grinned, “that’s very true.” I stroked the scales under his chin, then closed my eyes, still seeing the haunting images, “But there it is, our future and one that I…or we, the island, have to prevent.” I sighed regrettably.

“You will know what to do, you always do.” the Zyphyn praised her.

“Thank you.” I appreciated, then turning on the computer, I typed a message, sending it to many residents on the island, requesting their presence in the dining hall. Once I heard the beep, stating that it was sent and delivered, or even read seconds after, I nodded, knowing the game was set in motion, “All right, let’s go downstairs.” I reached for Abraxas, placing him on my shoulder. Making my way downstairs, I walked to the dining hall that was surprisingly empty, and sat at one of the tables. Looking around, it was quite eerie to say the least, for it lacked the liveliness of the evening gatherings. I stood, beginning to pace when I heard a door open and turning around, I listened as the chorus of voices complained loudly through the foyer before they all emerged through the entry way, “Ah, good…you’ve made it.”

“Yeah, but what’s HE doing here?” Erik complained, leering over at Derek who stood with two comrades that weren’t known to those on the island.

“Yeah hi, HE has a name. Use it.” Derek growled, tilting his head.

“Butt sniffer right?” Erik arrogantly mocked.

“Psst, Erik…” Jonathan hissed, “come on, not now.”

“Hey, that’s enough!” I lectured, having my voice echo in the hall, “I didn’t bring you here to argue or fight, you can do that later and do it outside! I am not, and will not, repair these windows or tables yet again.” I gestured around the room, referring to the incident that had taken place upon my return months ago, “Now please, all of you take a seat wherever you want.”

“So, what’s this about?” Caleb wondered, sitting on the bench.

“This isn’t something about Leonus, is it, because if it is, I was not there.” Derek muttered sarcastically, raising a hand.

“No.” I answered with a grin, because his sarcasm was appreciated in an attempt of breaking the tension, “But first…” I glanced down at my watch, taking notice that my mom, Anthony and Thomas were all running late, “I want to wait for the others to arrive, I think it’ll be much easier to tell you all at once, instead of having to repeat it all over again.”

“Yeah, sure.” Nick nodded.

Taking a seat at the end of one of the long tables, I bounced my feet nervously, while I kept glancing toward the doors.

“Nick, would you mind seeing if you can find my mother?” I turned to him, sitting nearby.

“Of course.” he smiled.

“Thank you.” I nodded, then watched as he teleported, “And Caleb?”

“Got it.” the Englishman winked, knowing that she was going to ask him to find Anthony and Thomas.

“Thanks.” I reached forward, patting his arm. Once the two Wraiths vanished, I stood, walking over to Jonathan who sat quietly and alone, “Hey…” I gently nudged his shoulder with a fist, “everything okay?”

Looking up at her, he watched as she straddled the seat next to him.

“Yes and no.” he lips might have grinned, but his eyes did not.”

“What happened, is it Lucy?” I worried, “How’s she doing?”

“About the same, she has her good nights and bad.” he rubbed his eyes, “More bad than good, unfortunately. We had to uh, change the curtains of her room so that way at night, the light doesn’t cast all of the shadows on the wall. It’s hard Yza, I mean…” he shook his head, “it’s hard on her, and more so on mum and dad and there’s just…” he felt tears stinging his eyes as he looked at her, “nothing that I can do about it, you know? I feel like I’m failing them.”

“Hey…” I leaned forward, reaching for his hands, “you Jonathan, are not a failure. You’re one of the bravest men that I know and I don’t know that many, aside from those here on the island. I can’t imagine how difficult this is for you and your family, I can’t and I won’t say or pretend to, but…all you can do is be there for them in any way that you can, that’s all that matters. Even if it’s just sitting in the room with them without saying a word, that’s enough.” I smiled.

Nodding, Jonathan closed his eyes, then smiled. As he looked at her, he muttered softly, hoping it didn’t come off inappropriately,

“You know, Anthony is one hell of a lucky man to have you. You’re always there for everyone, even when you’re going through shi*t, and it’s just nice having someone like you in my life that gets it.”

“And I’ll be here, and so should Sarah.” I wondered, looking for her.

“Ah, Sarah.” he grumbled, sniffling quickly.

“What’s that tone, what happened?”

“Nothing.” he shrugged, “Her drama, that’s all. I couldn’t take any more so I ended things.” he ran his hands along the sleek surface of the wooden table.

“Why?”

“She’s fickle, you know that, but lately?” he wondered, scanning the room and its wall, “I don’t know, it just seems like it’s different, like she’s hiding something from me, and you and I both know that it is not right to invade ones’ thoughts via Telepathy but I got tempted so I tried and there was a block, I couldn’t read a single thought.”

“Really?” I frowned, “How is that possible? She’s mortal, or…partly.”

“I don’t know.” he shifted, “I didn’t want to ask her about it because I didn’t want her to think that that was all I wanted to do was peek around her mind, so I just got tired of all the games and ended things. Probably the best decision I’ve made right now.”

“Well, she’s stupid.” I stood, leaning him behind him, giving him a quick hug, I smiled, “You deserve better, remember that, hmm?” then as I turned, glancing toward the entrance, there stood Caleb and Nick with Anthony, Thomas and my mom, “Finally, come on…” I urged Jonathan off the seat, then watched as Wyatt appeared seconds later. Once greeting my mom, Wyatt, Anthony and Thomas, the meeting began.

“Wait, shouldn’t Leonus be here?” Derek wondered curiously.

“So he can b*tch and bark about everything, he can throw himself off the bloody cliff.” Erik arrogantly mocked, leering at the Lycynian.

“That’s nice, but I wasn’t asking you.” Derek sneered.

“Guys!?” I moaned deeply, then removed the letter from my pocket, “I received this today, it’s from someone I knew from the Great City and what he’s written to me is…very unsettling. I gathered all of you here because I wanted each and every one of you to read it.” I handed it to my mom. Watching as she read it, widening her eyes, it was then handed down and around the table until everyone had read its words, “Now you see?” I sat, studying all of their curious, and worried faces.

“What do you need us to do?” Nick asked, “Go into the Great City?”

“No, absolutely not. I asked you here, because I’m not familiar with everyone on the island which is why I want you three…” I looked at Nick, Caleb and Wyatt, “to go around looking for warriors or those that at least know how to use a weapon if put in their hand. And no, it doesn’t matter if they’re Wraith, Lycynian, Demon, half-breed or mortal, I need all of them and being magical, supernatural or even paranormal isn’t enough having their capabilities and strengths. Look, there’s something coming and I want all of us to be prepared for it.” I glanced at Abraxas, “Also too…” I sighed, “I have seen things that I am reluctant to share but you should know.”

“Things? What sort of things?” Erik mumbled.

“Things of the future.” I answered softly.

“The future?” Wyatt leaned forward curiously.

“Yes.” I nodded, then went on telling them all about the images that I had seen, the ones that had been shared, “They’re horrible and they are not easy to describe in words but that’s about it.”

“Oh my god…” Lady D rasped softly, “and you’re sure that this is coming to this island, maybe not the mainland?”

“I wish I were but no, it was this place.” I mumbled, reaching for her hands that trembled in fear.

“Damn…” Caleb muttered, “but what makes you think anyone will listen to us about this, much less the Lycynians?”

“You’re smart Caleb, be creative.” I smiled, knowing he would, then I glanced at Derek and his comrades that remained silent, “And as far as the Lycynians are concerned, surely you can help with that? But to make things a little more calmer, go to your own and speak to them.”

“Go to our own?” Nick asked curiously.

“She means Demons go to Demons, Wraiths talk to Wraiths, and all that.” Derek muttered, looking toward the young man.

“No sh*t, really?!” Erik interrupted arrogantly, “Why don’t you just heel with the other flea-infested mutts that came with you and leave it to us, hmm?”

“Sit your a** down and for once in your life Erik, please be quiet and let others speak without your arrogant interruptions!” Thomas’ raspy voice snapped as he stood, slamming his hands on the table.

“Why are you gaining up on me?!” Erik argued, “I’m not saying, or doing anything, that anyone here wouldn’t do already!” he looked around, “Right?!”

“For once Erik, you stand alone.” Jonathan mumbled.

“Wh...” he looked around in disbelief, “unbelievable.”

“Erik, if you want to go just go.” I complained, “I really don’t care, I have far more important things to worry about than your arrogant opinions.” I frowned, leering at him.

Looking around the hall, Erik realized that he stood alone. Shaking his head, he backed away from the table, storming out of the hall to places unknown.

“Remember…please do this quietly.” I affirmed, looking around as if Erik’s absence was of no importance.

“We got this.” Caleb nodded.

“I can be discrete.” Derek muttered, nodding quickly, “So while the Wraiths and Demons are talking to another one, and I’m speaking with the Lycynians, where do you want Leonus in all of this?”

“Leave Leonus to me.” I groaned impatiently.

“All right.” the Samoan respected her answer, “I’ll let you know what happens, and what’s said around the island’s packs.” he glanced over in Anthony’s direction, “Shouldn’t you be there, you are one of us.”

“I might be a Lycynian yes, but I’ve never belonged to a pack. That’s not for me, however, I will be there to speak as one.” Anthony’s voice muttered softly, but firmly, then glancing at Yzavela, he offered a nod.

“Thank you.” I glanced between the men, “Go.” I gestured toward the doors, “The sooner we get this done, the better and the sooner it gives us a chance to prepare for what’s coming and believe me when I say this…” I sighed heavily, “I’m scared sh*tless and have no f*cking clue as to how I’m going to do this, so I need all of you…I’m going to need everyone.”

“We’re here.” Wyatt smiled.

“Thank you.” I appreciated, “We don’t need a panic so remember…”

“Be discrete, yeah we know.” Caleb winked, then stood.

“We’ll gather everyone within the wall in a few days, that should give us all enough time to make sure everyone is aware.” I announced.

“A few days, got it.” Derek agreed.

“Fair enough.” Wyatt nodded, then turned with Nick and Caleb, they spoke among themselves.

Derek and his comrades stood, leaving the hall after the Guardians, while Anthony, after kissing Yzavela, accompanied them, shaking hands and making a few new acquaintances, while Jonathan, my mom and I remained behind.

“I’ll go tell my parents what’s going, I don’t want them hearing it last from someone else without all the facts.” Jonathan muttered, “After Lucy, they’re on edge and jumpy so…”

“You go, and tell them that if they need anything to let me know, I’ll try to stop by and visit Lucy.” I smiled.

“She’ll like that.” Jonathan grinned, “She talks about Abraxas…” his blue eyes glanced toward the dragon, “she still thinks he’s a fairy.” he watched as the Zyphyn released a puff of smoke in agitation because of his comment, “She thinks that, I don’t.” he reassured, then glanced at his watch, “My father’s probably at the shop so I’ll see you later.”

Days later, sure enough, flyers had been printed out in various colors that were quickly dispersed, reinforcing the verbal instructions that had been given. Those who owned stores in RP&V, or even some if not all, of the shopkeepers that were visiting for business, closed their displays and tents. Not knowing the situation, they grabbed whatever weapons they possessed and there were many. Some carried swords or daggers, guns, bows and arrows, clubs or maces, axes, spears and even some rare shields. Considering the futuristic era, everyone kept a weapon of some sort in their possession for safety measures, having to live in the mortal and supernatural world. The sight for some was powerful, and majestic, watching as warriors of various backgrounds and skills, marched toward the manor.

“What’s going on?!” Leonard shouted from his blacksmith shop; he wiped soot off his hands on a rag he removed his apron, taking just a break from melding a project together for an order he received from the mainland.

“The Keeper summoned all warriors, or capable hands that can yield a weapon.” Justin answered, handing the man a flyer that he quickly removed from his pocket.

Reading the flyer, he nodded as he returned it.

“Nah, mate…keep it.” Justin pushed it back toward the man.

“Interesting.” Leonard mumbled, folding it slowly.

“Can you fight, or do you just make metal things?” Justin’s dark eyes quickly scanned the outdoor workshop.

“No, I uh…can’t say that I do, I just forge them.” Leonard moaned, “I don’t use them, no…” he tossed the flyer aside.

“A blacksmith that forges weapons, but doesn’t know how to use them?” Justin spat the words bluntly.

“I never said I didn’t know how to use them.” Leonard frowned, “Be on your way now, lad. Don’t wanna keep the young bird waiting, go.”

Justin took a quick sniff of the air, catching the scent of lies. Quickly, he nodded, then continued on his way, leaving the blacksmith and his store behind.

Fiddling with the rag that persistently rubbed between his hands and fingers, Leonard thought back for just a moment, having flashbacks of his past playing through his mind like an old film. As he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, he turned away, pushing the thoughts aside. Returning to his work crafting and hammering metal bolts and brackets in place, he then melded the pieces together, creating a side panel of an elaborate iron gate.

As Lycynians passed the Lancaster home, it didn’t take long before the Scotsman caught the scent of trouble in the air.

Heather stood by the door, watching as they passed, frowning deeply.

“Heather, where’s my belt?!” Leonus’ voice boomed as he paced, but he received no reply, “Heather?!” he glanced toward the door, seeing his wife’s silhouette standing outside. Stomping toward her, standing behind her, he watched the scene passing by, “What’s going on?” he barked, startling her with his gruff voice.

“I don’t know.” Heather groaned, rubbing her arms, feeling a chill.

“The girl must have done something.” Leonus growled.

Heather sighed, rolling her eyes. Turning around, looking up at him, she shook her head, saying nothing then pushed past his large bulk.

“Whatever is going on, it must be important if warriors so it seems, are heading toward the manor carrying their weapons.” she muttered over her shoulder, “After all, she did send our flyers about it days ago, so…it could be that.” he shrugged, “Dare I even ask if you’re going to be home for dinner?”

“What?!” Leonus turned to her.

“Are you going to be home for dinner?” Heather complained.

“I don’t know.” the Scotsman barked, then heard loud familiar voices. As he turned, glancing down the path toward the road, he watched as Derek and Nathan strolled by. Scampering down the path to the gate, he carefully leaned on the iron fence, calling out to the men, eagerly beckoning them forward, “Why is everyone armed? Is this about the flyers? Is there a rebellion?” he pestered anxiously, hoping that was the case he could lead the charge.

“Where the bloody hell have you been mate?” Nathan mocked as he removed an orange flyer, handing it to the Scotsman, “These are all over the island, you can’t tell me you haven’t or read one.” he raised his eyebrows, seeing the ignorance in Leonus’ piercing blue eyes, “Oh, sh*t…you haven’t.” he chuckled, “Oops.” he shuffled forward ahead.

“Derek, what’s going on? What’s this about?” Leonus read the flyer.

“Yzavela has summoned everyone that’s capable of yielding a weapon, and after what happened between the two of you, I’m not surprised that it doesn’t include you.” Derek answered with disgust, eyeing the man with distaste, “Surely she must have told you.” he mocked.

“No…she hasn’t told me a bloody thing.” Leonus growled, tearing the flyer in half, tossing its pieces over the fence.

“Maybe she’s putting you on trial.” Nick passed by.

“Bite me bloodsucker!” Leonus snapped.

Nick paused, turning around menacingly, revealing his red eyes and fangs as he hissed. Placing his hands on the hilts of his axes, he took slow steps toward the fence.

“Is that an invitation?” he warned aggressively.

“Easy Nick, come on…” Derek interrupted, “you know he’s trying to get under your skin, making you do something that will turn the island against you and the other Wraiths. Come on…” he groaned, “he’s not worth it.”

Leering at the Scotsman, wanting to tear him apart, he concealed an agitated hiss. Removing one of his axes from its loop on his belt, he pointed its sleek, sharp blade toward Leonus.

“You’re lucky he’s here to protect you.” he warned.

“I don’t need anyone’s protection.” Leonus snarled.

“Apparently you do, because you can’t shift.” Nick mocked, placing the axes’ hilt through the loop, having it hang off his weapons belt. He smiled mockingly then turned, continuing down the path.

“F*cking bloodsucker.” Leonus groaned.

“I heard that!” Nick hissed over his shoulder, “Butt sniffer!”

Derek said nothing more, shaking his head, growing tired of having to stand between the Wraiths and Lycynians.

“You know what, next time I think I’ll let them just kill you cause I am done with this sh*t…” he announced, raising his hands, “so done with it.” he walked ahead, following the road, joining other figures.

Leonus huffed, tapping the fence before he turned, rushing through the front door of his home, however before he could stomp through the home looking for his sword, he was surprised to see Heather by the door, holding the sheathed weapon. Tilting his head in confusion, he wondered why she was supporting his dismissal and before he had the chance to mutter a word, she backed away, slamming the door in his face. Sighing heavily, staring at the door decoration, he turned and rushed down the path and through the fence, sprinting after the mass, meeting up with Derek and Nathan.

“Ah, look what we have here…” Nathan mocked, “did the wifey let you come out and play with the big boys?”

“Zip it, pretty boy.” Leonus growled, tightly gripping the sheath of the sword.