6 comments/ 28648 views/ 37 favorites Dark Travelers Ch. 01 By: GinaTina 1. GlenShadow was an unremarkable settlement in many ways. Its inhabitants were set up much like the larger realms surrounding it. There was the picturesque forest encircling it with a large river rushing through. The river ended in a grand waterfall that cascaded into the sea and was one of the more famous landmarks here. There were the wealthy merchants and Nobles who usually took up residence in the high class neighborhood, namely around the palace where the King and Queen resided. The people were divided into familiar classes from there; the moderately wealthy, farmers, craftsman, thieves, beggars and the poverty-stricken. There were subtle but marked differences as you traveled through the different social structures of this modest village. The area would grow less fancy and more threadbare as you walked towards the outer edges of town. Finally you would arrive at the outskirts; less civilization, more farmland and the trees grew thicker. Any further and you would be in the deep woods, the Forest Folks territory. The citizens of GlenShadow were mostly human. Here and there, especially in the marketplace, you would happen across an elf or dwarf peddling some exotic wares from far away lands. This, however, was rare. Most of the Forest Folk avoided human cities. Those who did visit sold their valuables and then left quickly. It was a time of peace. There hadn't been an attack or a war to help fight in many decades. It was one of the few perks of being such an ordinary place...no one was interested enough to conquer it. Arguably, it was a much safer, albeit humdrum existence. There were small accomplishments, however, please do not misunderstand. GlenShadow Falls was a hot-spot for the locals as well as traders. Many events took place there. It was a lovely area enhanced by the sound of the waterfall and tang of sea in the air. The fishing was excellent and being so close to the sea it was easy to collect salt, a valuable commodity sold to travelers who did not come across it very often. The visitors who passed through in turn told others and so GlenShadow became a popular trading site. This encouraged the townsfolk to bake and sell delicious home-made goods, craft colorful novelty trinkets for souvenirs, and put on various entertainment to attract customers. Past the clearing where festivals were held, a naturally occurring twisting passage took you down an incline and behind the falls. This unassuming path had been discovered ages ago by the town's first inhabitants. A small tunnel had been carved into the side of the stone wall and out the other end. Here, a staircase of stone had been painstakingly etched into the mountain side leading to the beach below. It had taken many, many years to finish. Its initial purpose had been to save themselves from having to make the long journey around the mountain to the ocean. All in all, it now only took them a half hour's walk rather than three days. Nevertheless, tales were told and passed once again, and many people came to see the Path Through Stone. The tourists still marveled at how long it must have taken these people to carve through solid rock and appreciated the short, pleasant walk to the sunny beaches. S hallow Cove was a small slice of paradise. A rock pool of clear blue water lent the people a lovely view of various sea-life the ocean had to offer. The fishermen jealously guarded their chosen sweet spots, and their catches sold readily in the market, providing the village with yet another means of income. Altogether, GlenShadow was a small but bustling community with the best of all things combined; beach front, forest floor, open farmland, and city living. Crime was infrequent but not out of place, and included pick-pocketing and thieving in general. This was not out of the ordinary, where there were people there would be criminals. Violent crime was out of the ordinary though. But very rarely was there anything worse than a street fight between a few of the young men. Sadly enough, murder did occur once in a while, but the perpetrator was usually caught and punished swiftly. And in GlenShadow the severity crime was directly related to the severity of the punishment. The King's soldiers were few, but well-trained and very efficient. When vacationers and merchants dropped in, so did their gold and goods...a fact not lost on by the King. He made certain that his people and visitors were generally well protected. It was nearing the end of Summer. The days were noticeably shorter and the leaves had just begun their colorful change. GlenShadow's occupants began to think about preparing for the coming cold season. It was almost harvest time of the Spring Crop, soon it would be time to prepare and plant for the Winter Crop. If all went according to plan, the storaged crops from the early season would hold them over until it was time to harvest again. A good system, tampered only when there was a bad yield. Quite often, this was due to some pest outbreak or unusually bad weather. Luckily, there were some plants that grew during the cold season as well, so an abundant variety of grown food was ordinarily on hand. Anya and Andi were just getting home from their weekly foray into town. To say they lived on the outskirts was an understatement. In fact, they lived more in the woods than out. Their cottage was comfortably enclosed by the surrounding trees. Not that it was entirely engulfed, but certainly beyond the town limits to be sure. The nearest neighbor was a lone farmer, half a mile away. As it was, the journey to market took several hours alone. In the far distance, GlenShadow Falls could be seen from the front yard. It was quiet and cozy. The trees made an excellent sunshade, the little house was covered by mottled shadows, never in direct sunlight. And although the trees lost their leaves when the snow came, the canopy made a serviceable snow shield as well. It hadn't been Anya's idea to build the cottage so far from town, it had been her parents. But when they'd passed on from some mystery sickness, she found she couldn't bear to move away from her familiar home. Besides, there was a garden and orchard to care for and she simply couldn't afford a new dwelling. It hadn't been feasible to relocate at the time. And, well, as time passed she'd just never gotten around to it. She had to admit though, that she preferred the quiet and solitude of undisturbed nature to the busy hustle bustle of town. She'd never been much of a socialite. People tired her out and when she did participate in a Fair or whatever else, mostly to subdue the pleas of her younger sister, she'd need several days to recharge. "Anya," Andi panted. "Wait up. Come onnn..." the girl whined. Anya paused and half turned, waiting for her younger sister to catch up. She was anxious to get back into the house. The sun was almost gone and night was swiftly approaching. It was wise to be indoors when it got dark. She could just make out the familiar cabin at the other end of the meadow. It had taken longer than normal to shop for provisions today. Andi had started her monthlies and was moving a bit more slowly than usual, she had complained of cramping earlier and was dragging her feet. "Hurry. It's getting dark. I'll make you some tea to help with your pains as soon as we get inside." Anya ushered her sister along the rest of the way, ignoring Andi's fussing. The two stopped short when a figure rose to greet them at the front door. Anya tensed, then relaxed as she recognized who it was. Visitors were few out here, but there were certain regulars. This one was a pleasant, if not a bit aloof, female Wood Elf named Miri. "Salutations, Anya and Andi," she began courteously. "I do apologize for the late calling but I figured you would be back before this time. You usually are when you make your journey into town. Anyhow, I wondered if perhaps you had any eggs you'd care to trade for?" Anya raised both eyebrows, surprised that Miri would bother know what day she traveled and what time she returned home. She said nothing of this though, only nodded, "of course. I always have plenty to spare." She kept half a dozen laying hens in a small coop and run in the backyard. It was next to the little garden and fruit trees. The hens laid more than enough eggs for just the two of them, and whatever was left at the end of the week got sold at the market or traded. Miri nodded politely and followed Anya around the back of the house. Anya waved away Miri's offer of coins for the eggs. "I've all the supplies I need for now. These would only go to waste if you didn't take them. No, really," she continued when Miri insisted. "My thanks, human. You are very tolerable for your kind." Anya again raised an eyebrow at the dubious compliment earning a smirk from Miri. The elf then noticed the younger sister lurking in the kitchen doorway. She observed for a moment and then gave Andi a knowing look, "perhaps the young one would like some herbs to soothe certain pains? It is grown by us in the deep woods and works very well. And it would make me feel better to give something in trade. I dislike being in ones debt." Andi flushed self-consciously, "how did you know I was-" Miri smiled kindly, "your posture and expression leave little to assumption. And you're holding one hand against your middle." Andi reddened further and quickly dropped the guilty hand that was indeed pressed against her belly. The blush made the light smattering of freckles stand out on her cheeks. She mumbled something about going to start some water to boil and quickly ducked inside the back entrance pulling on a strand of her blonde hair. Miri inclined her head at Anya questioningly, not understanding the girl's behavior. Anya gave a shy grin and shrugged, explaining as she went back to egg collecting, "It's embarrassing for human girls at her age to have their menses noticed." The elf's ears drooped slightly and she appeared dismayed, "I meant no harm. I did not mean to shame her. Perhaps I should apologize." Anya waved it off and smiled wryly, "it really isn't necessary. You said nothing wrong. But maybe it would be good to leave some of those herbs with me, it'll probably help her moodiness too. And we'll call it even for the eggs, deal?" She handed Miri a small basket with over a dozen eggs nestled within it. Miri accepted the basket, obviously pleased, and nodded in agreement. She rummaged around in a small pack and eventually came up with a wrapped parcel. "The leaves in here should be boiled along with the water rather than placed in after. When potent, the water will turn a dark burgundy color. I thank you, Anya. I shall call on you again in the future I'm sure. Tell Andi farewell...with my apologies." Anya waved and watched as the elf gracefully leapt onto her mount which had been waiting patiently by the outer edge of the forest. Miri half-turned in the saddle and tossed the human woman a considering glance, "it's not my place to pry, human, but if I may offer some advice?" When Anya nodded she continued, "you should vary your schedule throughout the week. It isn't difficult to keep track of your comings and goings. You may also wish to procure a dog of some sort. Just as a precaution. Dogs give warning when strangers are about." Anya appeared startled, "are there unfriendlies around here? That's odd. Should I be concerned?" Miri looked vaguely uneasy. "Nothing that my people can be certain of. Odd occurrences in the deep wood. Animals are acting a bit off. There have been sightings of two or three strange beings traveling through." "Strange beings? Are they...dangerous?" Anya swallowed nervously and glanced around at the darkening trees. She suddenly felt a bit isolated. Miri gestured towards the woods, "keep a watch out. And think about getting a dog to protect yourself and your charge in there. You should be safe enough among the humans, Feylak usually do not wish to mingle with such brutes. Present company excluded, of course. I must go now, Anya. Until next time." She watched the elf lightly kick the sides of the horse and the two were swallowed up by the dense thicket before long. Anya mulled Miri's words over with an uneasy sense of foreboding. Feylak? Here? The wicked elf-like creatures had not been seen in many years. And they had not made contact for even longer than that. For two or three to be around here was unsettling, at best. Tales of them had been told and then exaggerated and passed down from long ago. Anya had only gotten wind of a few of them, but from what she'd heard Fey were most certainly a group to avoid if at all possible. She bit her bottom lip and chewed it lightly for a moment or two before giving the darkening trees one last doubtful look. With that, she quickly turned on her heel and let herself into her home, locking the doors and windows. 2. "What's with you?" Andi asked, watching her older sister fretfully peeking out at the night through a curtain. The girl sipped the odd-tasting tea Anya had made for her with a slight grimace. "You're acting weirder than normal." "How does one act weirder than normal? How is it normal to be even a bit weird? Your question makes no sense. Drink your tea," She replied absent-mindedly, still peering through the window. Andi slouched back into her chair and scowled over her mug. Leave it to Anya to analyze the simplest of questions. She sipped it again with less of a face, once you got used to the flavor it really wasn't all that bad. Andi was used to Anya's cautious ways, but sometimes she wished her sister would just loosen up a little bit and enjoy life. She was always so serious and quiet, just like an old, old lady. And she wasn't! She was only three years Andi's senior. Andi just couldn't identify with that sort of behavior. Life was just beginning to get interesting! Her body was changing pleasantly and boys were beginning to take notice of her. Lately she'd been trying to figure a way to convince Anya if they could maybe go into to town more often. The few friends she had made she rarely got to see. None of them really wanted to make the trek all the way to her home, and Anya was hesitant to leave the house to mingle. Life was so unfair sometimes. And really, why would Anya want to stay at home alone all the time? Wasn't she lonely for company? Didn't she want to maybe have a boyfriend or husband one day? She was certainly pretty enough. Andi sometimes wished she had Anya's shiny chestnut hair and hazel eyes. Not that her own wavy blonde hair and blue eyed combination was unpleasant, oh no. Not at all. In fact, Andi loved the way she was starting to look. The little girl look was finally fading and she was turning into a woman. At long, long last. And she was determined to start making the most of it. "Anya, how about we go to town again tomorrow? There was a cute boy at the fruit stand that was flirting with me...and we could go back to see the leather-maker. He so has a crush on you. Please? We never go anywhere. It'll be fun. We can get lunch and go to the falls." Andi perked up and gazed at her sister hopefully. Anya shook her head, "there's no reason to go-" Andi cut her off, "we don't need a reason to go! Let's just go to get out of the house. When was the last time we just went somewhere to have a good time? I can't even remember. It'll be good for us. You especially. You're always worrying about everything too much." Anya was surprised that she could not fault Andi on her logic this time around. It had been a long while since she'd just gone out for adventure's sake. And there were really no chores that were urgent, most could wait. And the Summer Harvest Festival was going to be starting tomorrow. She gave a half smile; she hadn't been to a Festival for quite some time. This encouraged the girl to continue, "see you do want to go out! Hooray! Finally! Is that a yes?" Anya relented, "I suppose we are due for an outing. Why not? We could go to the Festival if you wanted, or are you too old for such things now?" Andi leapt out of the chair, beaming. "Are you insane?! I love fairs! Festivals! Parties of any kind, really! Can we leave early so we can spend as much time as possible? All right! Thankyouthankyouthankyou Anya!" She rushed Anya and crushed her in a bear hug, seemingly oblivious to any discomfort now. "My ribs! You're squeezing too tight," Anya gasped, but smiling all the same. She loved seeing her little sister so happy. She managed to wrench herself free and gave Andi a playful shove towards the washroom. "Go get washed up and into bed then if you want to leave at first light." "Woo hoooooo," the girl hooted as she sped down the hall and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Anya watched her go with a bemused expression. As soon as the door closed, however, the worried look fell across her features once again. Miri's words of caution echoed in her head. Maybe tomorrow she would surprise Andi with a puppy. There was almost always someone looking for a home for a litter of pups. And the girl's birthday was in a couple of months. Yes. A puppy sounded like an excellent gift. It was a chilly morning. The two sisters had eaten a light breakfast for the longish walk. Anya had insisted despite Andi's objections. "Can't we just go? There'll be plenty of food at the fair," she'd asked, reluctantly nibbling on a piece of toast. Anya had shaken her head, "you need something in your stomach for the walk. You'll work up an appetite again, I'm sure. Now eat. The sooner you're done, the sooner we can leave." Now she wondered if she hadn't made an error in doing so. Andi was bursting with energy and she was having a slightly difficult time in keeping up with the younger girl. Sometimes she wondered why she was lacking in as much enthusiasm as Andi seemed to possess. Was it because they simply had different personalities? Or was it because she'd had to grow up much more quickly since the death of their parents? Maybe a combination of the two? Whatever it was, Anya often felt much older than her twenty years. She heaved a small sigh and shrugged off her misgivings. This was going to be a good day. A day just for fun and nothing else. And there was nothing at all wrong with that. So why did she have this nagging, guilty feeling deep inside her gut? "Hurry up, Anya! At this rate it'll be getting dark when we get there and you'll wanna turn around and go right home!" Andi was several yards up ahead tapping her foot impatiently. Anya obligingly picked up her pace, trying to ignore her disquiet. Surely it was just because she hadn't let herself relax and have fun in so long. Of course it was. She pulled her light jacket around her a little more tightly and stomped her booted feet a bit more than necessary, trying to warm her toes. She could see her breath appear as a light fog with every exhale. The season was definitely beginning to turn. She let herself think about what she would have to do to prepare the cottage for winter. Imagining ways to be productive eased her. Andi knew that look. It was how Anya appeared right before she doled out some heavy chores. Wonderful. "Stop it right now." Anya paused abruptly, surprised. "Stop what?" "Stop thinking about working. I can tell. Do you even know how to have fun?" "Of course I do. And I was not thinking of chores. For your information I was going over our daily schedule-" Andi held up one hand, "no. Nuh-uh. No schedules or planning today. We just let whatever happens happen, ok? Besides, you never know what the day will bring. Planning stuff is dumb." "'Planning stuff is dumb.' I see. I shall have to quote you on that. When you get older, you'll realize that sometimes you must pla-" Dark Travelers Ch. 01 "Yeah, yeah. I know. But sometimes only...not for every little thing like you do." nterrupted once again, Anya fetched a sigh and didn't respond. Rather, she gazed around at her surroundings. It was still early, just an hour or so after daybreak. Birds were beginning to chirp in earnest now and the sky was turning light pink with the rising sun. Looks as if it would be a warm day after all. Luckily, she had thought ahead to bring a pack for her jacket. And anything else they may acquire throughout the day. Planning stuff is dumb, indeed. She smiled, pleased with her little private joke, and shifted said pack into a more comfortable position on her shoulder. They walked for a ways in contented silence. Then, "Anya, how long ago did mom and dad die? I try to keep track but I never can." "I was thirteen so about seven years ago. Why?" She replied, curious. Andi never seemed to want to talk about their parents' death. "Because it's something I should keep better track of. I miss them sometimes, but I can hardly remember what they look like. It's almost like they never even existed now. Is it bad of me to feel that way?" Andi seemed genuinely concerned. Like it was something that had been troubling her. Anya considered, "If it troubles you, then you should make an effort to remember... if only to ease your thoughts. But, no. I don't think it's wrong to move past tragedies and go on with life. Remember, you had only just turned ten. It's easier for younger children to adapt to big changes." Andi listened intently and seemed somewhat relieved. "Ok. I just worry sometimes that I'm not a good daughter for forgetting. You never forget stuff like that." "I don't think mother and father would want us to grieve eternally. They would want us to live life," Anya paused here, feeling a bit odd saying these words. She wondered if she was being a hypocrite, she didn't exactly live to the fullest. Andi indeed gave her a funny look but only nodded in reply. "Alright." Then, instantly distracted, "hey look! I can see the town square already, Yay!" She sped up and left Anya behind once again. Anya followed Andi's gaze and saw she was right. They were almost there indeed. Mission of the day, to have fun. She squared her shoulders in determination and hurried to catch up with her sister. 3. It was late-afternoon when Anya finally called a halt and allowed herself to collapse on a bench. Andi, surprisingly enough, seemed grateful for the rest as well. They had gone non-stop since they arrived. Andi had wanted to look at all the little shops, taste all the fair food, squeal and coo over the farm animals, and go on all the rides. The young people were gathered in full force today and Andi had wasted no time in chatting up several peers within her age group. Two or three young men had given her appreciative looks and she had walked around with her head held a bit higher afterward. She loved receiving attention. Anya was amused by her sister's antics and was satisfied enough to watch. She didn't notice several slightly older gentlemen trying to catch her eye throughout the day, it just wasn't in her nature. Andi had tried to point this out but to no avail. "Anya, he's smiling at you. Go talk to him. He's so handsome!" She had said this when she'd noticed the leather-maker gazing longingly at Anya. She'd waved it off. "Oh no, he's just being friendly. I don't want to bother him in the middle of the work day, it's not polite. I don't have any business to offer him, besides." Andi rolled her eyes and gave up. Anya must not like men, she decided. She couldn't remember a time when she'd seen her sister flirt with a man, much less have a boyfriend. She on the other hand had no such qualms. Andi had gotten several date invites from the young men today. And the day was young. Now how to get Anya to let her go out on those dates, by herself, was another task entirely. As she tried to work out a plan, she failed to notice that Anya's attention was caught by some sudden noise. Barking to be precise. Puppy barking. Interest piqued, she rose and began to walk purposefully in that direction. Andi didn't notice for a moment and was taken aback by her sister's sudden departure. "Hey wait! Where are you going," she called, bouncing to her feet to run after Anya. "Wait up! What are you-awwwww puppies!" She wasted no time in scooping the loudest, most boisterous one up and cuddling it, baby-talking it all the while. "Lookit you little snuggly wuggly poo. Aren't you just the cutiest little puppy ever," she cooed. The puppy in question was yipping excitedly lapping at Andi's cheek. Anya observed this for a few moments before quietly speaking to the boy the dogs belonged to. Andi was now on the ground, mindless of the dirt, playing 'get my fingers' with the little spotted pup. Anya approached with a pleased grin on her face, "he's the one is he?" Andi looked up, puzzled. "He's the one what?" "He's the one who will be coming back with us, I assume?" The young girl's face lit up with understanding at her older sister's words. "Ohhh, really? I can keep him?" She scooped the puppy up once more and gurgled at it happily, "did you hear that, little guy? You get to come home with me!" The little dog barked excitedly at her tone. This girl was obviously very pleased with him for some reason. And she was playing with him and she was so much fun. He wagged his tail as hard and as fast as he could to show her that yes, yes he was happy to be with her. He was happy that she was happy. Yes yes yes. "Consider him an early birthday present. From me to you. Come on now, gather him up. We need to buy provisions for him," Anya said, beckoning the two to follow. "Best. Gift. Ever." Andi scrambled to her feet, excited to go and buy things for her new pet. "We'll have to get him food, and a water bowl, and a leash, and some toys, and a bed, and a ball, and a..." "Yes, all of that. He'll be your charge you realize. I'll expect you to look after him," Anya began seriously, knowing all the while that she would eventually be caring for the pup when Andi forgot. "I promise," came the inevitable response. To which Anya merely smiled. They came upon a store that in addition to regular items, also sold some pet apparel. The pickings were a bit slim, but good quality. Andi was rather put out when she failed to find a matching leash and collar - but settled when she found two that looked nice together. Anya rather doubted that the puppy would care either way, but she said nothing and let the girl have her little shopping spree. It wasn't as if money was an issue - their parents had saved and saved. Most of their food was homegrown and their clothing was mostly home-made. The money that they did earn, selling extra eggs and produce, Anya put along with her parents' savings. It was actually a bit nice to have something to spend money on for a change. And it made her happy that she could afford it. Andi was chattering away to the shop-keep about what sort of food would be best for puppies. Anya let herself wander around the store, glancing here and there at this and that. Little statues and figurines adorned this shelf. Oldish-looking books and parchments sat on another. Her attention was caught by a smallish pendant attached to a thin silver chain. She picked it up and a tiny jingling issued forth from within the charm. It was a shiny round sphere, no bigger than a pea. Simple but elegant. Anya liked it very much, and wondered if she should bother to purchase it. Reluctantly she decided against it. She had no other jewelry to wear it with - her ears weren't even pierced. Silly to spend money on something she'd never put on. Slowly, she replaced it and strolled back towards Andi and the puppy. There was quite a pile of pet merchandise on the counter, making Anya arch a brow. There was more than two puppies needed, let alone one. The little creature was already beginning to be spoiled. She silently took inventory of Andi's choices so far: three rubber balls - all colored differently, several chew bones, two leashes, two collars, three bags of food, a water and food bowl, a large bed-pillow and four little bags of treats. "How do you suppose we will be able to carry all of this back home?" Andi merely smiled and held up a large cloth bag she'd just added to the pile. "And there is also that bag you thought ahead to bring. You were right, it was a good idea." Anya stared at her younger sister before sighing and holding up her hand, "we'll have to put some of this back, I'm afraid. Now, now before you throw a fit hear me out. There is no reason to have doubles of everything for one small dog." In the end, despite loud protests, Anya put back two of the treat bags, the second collar and leash set, two of the rubber balls and one bag of food. Even so, the load would be a heavy one and the walk back was long. And they had a new puppy to deal with as well. It was late in the day too... This was turning out to be a longer excursion than she had anticipated. Suddenly anxious to get back, Anya paid for the items and hustled Andi out of the store. Andi, a little startled by Anya's abrupt demeanor change, ceased to argue and went willingly enough. She cradled her new pet close to her as Anya lead the way towards the front gates. Apparently the day was over. Andi merely smiled. She couldn't complain now, she'd gotten a long, fun-filled day with a bonus puppy. Just as she'd requested. They were just starting along the trail back home when a small whimpering stopped them. The pup was squirming against Andi uncomfortably. "I think he needs to relieve himself, Andi. Put the collar and leash on him and let him do his business. House training can never begin too soon. When he does go, praise him like he's the smartest dog in all the realms. He'll begin to catch on quickly," Anya instructed, glancing nervously at the horizon. The sun was beginning to set. They'd never make it back to the house before dark. Curse the luck. "I'm going to call him Taters," Andi piped up, patiently waiting while Taters sniffed around endlessly for just the right spot. Anya blinked, "Taters? Why Taters?" "Potatoes are really good and I really like them," came the earnest response. Anya bit back a chuckle and smiled when Taters finally found what he'd been sniffing for. Andi dutifully praised the puppy thoroughly and the trio continued on the journey home. Andi's animated chattering trailed off as the shadows grew. Soon she fell silent and appeared to be as uneasy as Anya felt. The crickets were chirping loudly now and the faintest glow of sunlight could still be seen in the sky. But that would soon be gone as well. "I think we should have headed home sooner," the younger girl whispered. "Are we almost there?" "We're about a mile away. Hurry along now, we should be quick and quiet. Carry Taters, please," Anya replied, shifting the two packs she now carried. Andi opened her mouth to reply and then suddenly closed it with a snap. Her breathing became heavier and she was darting her eyes around with fear. "Did you hear that?" Anya gazed at her little sister with dismay and listened intently. The crickets had gone silent and she realized that the air felt different somehow. Heavier. There was also a distinct impression of being watched. However, she heard no strange noises. "No. What did it sound like?" She whispered back. The two began to jog down the path, trying to look in all directions at once. The heavy, oppressive feeling did not go away. Rather, it seemed to keep pace with them. The hairs on the back of Anya's neck began to prickle and Andi began to whimper. "It was like shuffling, or crackling almost. I dunno. It stopped almost as soon as it started. What is it Anya? What-" Anya shooshed her and began to drag the two of them along, running full speed now. Visions of bandits and monsters danced around in her head. She began to remember the tales of ghosties and ghoulies and long-legged beasties that her mother would tell them on stormy nights. Things that her rational mind knew weren't real. But in the middle of the woods at night, anything could be a monster. She wished she'd thought to bring a dagger of some sort or any weapon, really. Then, as quickly as it came about, the feeling of being spied upon by unseen eyes vanished and the crickets began their song once again. Anya did not slow down, however. She kept the same swift pace for the duration of the journey back home. Andi was soon huffing and puffing. Anya could really move when she needed to. Not that she was complaining. She'd also felt like something was glowering at her from the darkness. Something just beyond her sight. She cuddled the puppy closer for comfort and heaved a sigh of relief when she felt her feet hit the familiar cobblestone walkway. "Oh thank the Gods. We're back," she breathed, setting Taters down. Anya didn't reply, fumbling around in the now full pack for the keys to the front door. She should have just put them in her pocket or something, this was ridiculous. She began to get panicky when she couldn't locate them, thinking she'd dropped them somewhere, when her fingers finally brushed against the familiar key ring. All the way at the bottom of course. Glancing around nervously, hardly any use in the near dark, she unlocked the front door and pulled Andi inside. The two stood in the living area for a moment, breathing heavily and not speaking. They both listened intently for any sound outside that might indicate that they had been followed. Nothing. Anya gave her head a slight shake and locked the door with a brisk click. She then set about the house, locking all the doors and windows. Andi, feeling secure once again, began to unpack the bags. Taters was sniffing around happily, unaware of any disturbance. "What do you think it was, Anya? I've never felt anything like that before. It was scary," Andi began, setting the dog bed by the fireplace. Anya wrapped her arms around herself and shrugged, "I don't know. Whatever it was didn't want anything to do with us, though. Most likely why it left us alone." I hope, she thought. Andi didn't seem satisfied with this explanation, "do you think it was bandits?" She doubted this herself. Bandits would have attacked and robbed them, at the very least. "No. I don't think so. There would have been an altercation if it were. It felt like...like" she trailed off, unable to find the words. "It felt like they were observing us," Andi finished. Anya blinked again, "yes. Exactly." She shivered again, trying to dispel her unease. And yes, it had felt like more than one. They. "Well, they must have found us lacking. Thank Gods." Andi offered a small smile in return but Anya could see that the incident had frightened her as well. And she was not the type to jump at nothing. Even now Anya observed her little sister double checking the locks on the front windows - something she'd never bothered with before. "We've had a long, tiring day. Best go to bed now," Anya said firmly. Andi nodded without arguing and slowly headed off to her room. Taters, noticing his new favorite person's departure, left his sniffing exploration to follow her. 4. The cold weather came earlier than expected. A vicious cold-snap affected GlenShadow almost overnight. Some of the newly planted crops had been affected but not all. Still, it would be a meager winter harvest. The people began to take special pains with the care of their own backyard gardens. It would be a winter of self-reliance rather than communal. Anya stared at the piles of snow on her front walk with distaste. It would take ages to shovel all this away, and it was backbreaking work. Grumbling, she made her way to a small tool shed and rooted around for her snow shovel. She didn't have two, so Andi would not be able to help her when she got back. Pity. It'd go much faster with two people working at it. Anya began the arduous chore with an unhappy expression. She was a bit more than halfway done when she began to look around in search for Andi. The girl had gone down to the stream a bit ago to hopefully catch a couple of fish for tonight's supper. She'd been gone for quite awhile. Taters had gone with her of course. In the two months or so that he'd been with them, Andi and he had become inseparable. And, much to Anya's pleasant surprise, Andi had indeed kept her word that she would pick up after him and care for him properly. She hadn't missed a day of feedings, Taters was now also completely housebroken and had learned a selection of simple commands. All at the hands of her little sister. Perhaps she was growing up a bit. Anya was proud to see Andi showing such responsibility to be able to care for another living thing. Maybe she would give in to the girl's pleas to go out on a date with a boy. Maybe. She had almost finished when she heard faint barking coming from the trail. She turned, both relieved and a bit cross that Andi had been gone for so long. She opened her mouth to perhaps give a bit of a scolding but fell silent. Andi was bounding up the trail stark white and wide-eyed. She raced up the walkway and caught hold of Anya, pulled her inside and slammed the door shut. Taters was barking excitedly at the commotion. Andi leaned back against the door and slid down until she was in a sitting position. She was breathing heavily and shaking. "What?? What is it? What's happened?" Anya knelt by her sister and looked her face over, shaking the girl gently. "I-I saw... down by the stream, he was watching me. I saw h-his eyes and they were glowing!" Anya furrowed her brow, trying to make sense of Andi's broken explanation, "slow down, Sweet. Tell me again. Who did you see? Whose eyes were glowing?" Andi gulped and took a deep breath, attempting to slow her thundering heart. She glanced up into Anya's worried face and trembled again. "I was fishing on the big flat rock. You know the one where the trout like to hide?" Anya nodded and Andi continued, "I was having rotten luck and was just deciding to pack up when Taters started growling. I looked over to see what he was upset about and saw this...this man." "You saw a man? Who was it? Did he threaten you? Are you hurt?" Anya fired one question after another, outraged at the thought of someone attacking her sweet little sister. She shook her head, "no. He wasn't doing anything. He was just standing there...staring at me. And he wasn't a regular man. He wasn't... I don't....I can't..." she began to stutter with the effort of trying to explain what it was she'd seen. "What do you mean, 'he wasn't a regular man'? Was it an elf perhaps? They live in the forest as well-" Andi shook her head forcefully, cutting Anya off, "no! He wasn't an elf and he wasn't a human! I don't know what he was! I never saw anything like him before in my life! All I know is that he was just looking at me and when he noticed I'd seen him it looked like he got surprised. Then angry. His eyes began to glow and then he just like...backed away into the trees and was gone!" At this point Anya had sat back on her heels and was giving Andi a quizzical look, "are you sure you saw something? Perhaps you fell asleep and-" "NO!" Anya jumped, surprised at the force behind Andi's shout. "I didn't dream this! Taters saw him too! He was growling and that's the only reason I looked over there in the first place. And you know what? When he disappeared into the trees he was still there. I could feel him watching. It felt like that night when we were walking back from town a couple of months ago." Troubled, Anya rose to her feet. Andi was not known for telling tales, if she said she'd seen something then she had. Even more upsetting was the reference to the night that someone - or something - had followed them. She'd taken extra care to lock the place up at night after that had happened. Dark Travelers Ch. 01 "You say it felt the same? What did this...man...look like?" Andi wrapped her arms around herself and shivered again. She swallowed, "scary. I only saw him but a minute, but it was the longest minute ever. He was tall and broad with strange armour. He had two huge - and I mean huge - swords strapped to his back. His ears were really long and really pointed, even more than an elf's. His skin was this weird light violet color and really smooth, like glass. He had white hair but not like old-people white. This was pure white and it was done up in a strange way. His eyes were the scariest though, Anya. They were like almost electric green and they glowed. When I saw him, his face got angry and his eyes flared yellow. I know how it sounds Anya, but it's true. I swear it is." She managed to get back to her feet and continue, "he was bad, Anya. That's the feeling I got from him. Really, really bad. And that feeling followed me all the way home. I think he was too. Just like that night only it didn't go away. I think they might be out there right now." She shivered again and started to sniffle. Anya's skin went cold. Outside right now? They? "More than one?" Andi nodded. "Yes. Definitely. I only saw one but there are at least two." Anya hadn't wanted to tell the girl that she had felt that she was being spied upon at least once before as well, praying that she was just being paranoid. But what Andi was telling her had a very similar ring to what had happened to a few weeks prior. She'd been out in the clearing, gathering the last of the berries and enjoying the last of the warm weather when she sensed something was amiss. She paused in mid-pick and tilted her head frowning, unsure what was the matter. Everything seemed quiet enough and- That was it. There was complete silence. The forest was never silent. Always you could hear birds chirping and small mammals rustling and jumping from tree to tree. Unless there was a predator nearby of course. Anya straightened up and held her breath trying to hear something. Anything. Nothing. She felt that almost tangible heaviness in the still air once more, and invisible eyes bored into her again. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck try to stand on end and her heart skipped a beat. She tried to swallow but found her mouth was dry. Irrational fear stabbed at her, sending little prickles up her spine. Trying to act nonchalantly, like she'd noticed nothing out of the ordinary, she bent to pick up her berry basket. She backed out of the meadow slowly, casually, attempting to conceal her mounting alarm. A soft chuckle issued from the trees. Menacing and amused all at once. Anya let out a small shriek and sprinted away at top speed. All the way home. And they followed. She could feel them just as Andi had described, and the vibe was not friendly. Without realizing it, she began telling her story to Andi, who listened with her eyes growing bigger and bigger. "Anya," she began haltingly. "What's happening?" "I-I don't know. But it seems we are being stalked by something and I don't know what to do. I've never dealt with anything like this before. I'm open to suggestions." Anya began surveying the house, wondering how they could possibly arm themselves. "We could always-" Taters' low growl issued forth, effectively silencing Andi. The two young women clutched at each other and stared at the dog. His puppyish growl was hardly threatening but succeeded in sending arrows of fright into the pair nonetheless. The hair at the scruff of his neck was standing at end and he was poised in attack stance at the front door. The womens faces were identical moues of terror. "What do we do," Andi squeaked. "I don't-" loud pounding at the door made the sisters scream in chorus. "Oi! Are ye ok in thar, Misses? Tis t'sheriff! Open up!" They glanced at each other, eyes wide and then they both burst out into relieved giggles. "Only the sheriff. Gods we're children," Anya breathed, opening the door. The older man who stood on the porch steps had his old shotgun drawn in preparation for the worst. Anya held up both hands and froze, surprised at his response to a woman's scream. He lowered the gun immediately when he realized all was well. "I heard screaming. Dint know what t'expect. My apologies Miss." "You startled us is all. We're unaccustomed to visitors way out here," Anya replied with a demure smile. Andi lurked in the doorway, unsmiling and still upset. "Why is the law here, Anya?" That was a good point. Anya furrowed her brow and nodded, "yes. Why are you here, sir? Have we done something wrong?" Sheriff Brown shook his head in negation, "nah, nah. Wasn't y'all. But somethin' wrong did happen. Is why I came. Invite me in, please?" Anya nodded and stood aside. Brown tipped his hat to her and Andi as he walked in and took a seat on the sofa. He gestured that the two women ought to sit as well. They did quietly and he heaved a sigh. "I dun wanna alarm you young ladies but you should know." Andi paled, "know what? What's going on?" "Well, I dunno how t'say it but t'jus' say it. Ole Farmer Schmit was killed t'other night." Anya gasped. "He's the fellow that lives way down the road from us! I always gave him eggs in trade for milk. My Gods! What happened?" "We arrested several robbers that had made camp in t'woods not far from yer cabin here. We figger they t'ones that done it. They're bein' questioned at t'kingdom now. It's when we got em that I remembered that you ladies lived out yonder as well. Thought it'd be best I come check on the two o'yas." Brown cleared his throat and reddened slightly. Andi still couldn't believe it, "he's dead? I can remember him from when I was really little. He always had a cookie for me. How did he die? Was his house robbed?" Brown's mouth thinned. "Naw, that's th' thing. Didn't look like nothing was gone from his place. Was strange He was just...dead. I can't tell ya all about it, confidential an all, but it wasn't a pretty sight. Never seen anything like that afore." Anya frowned, "but if it was indeed bandits that raided his place, wouldn't there be valuables stolen as well?" "Ayuh, that's what I figgered too. An that's the weird part. I wanted to ask you if you ladies seen anything unusual lately. We arrested four men, maybe you've seen a few more around t'woods?" The sisters glanced at one another and reluctantly told their stories. Brown looked incredulous. "Well I never heard nothin' like that afore. Are you sure you saw this creature, young lady? Maybe you just fell asleep an' dreamed it?" Andi was insulted, "why does everyone think I just randomly fall asleep during the day and have nightmares and then confuse them with reality? I don't! I never have! I was awake! Sheeesh!" She slammed herself back into the couch and crossed her arms, sulking. Brown gave Anya a questioning glance, surprised at the younger sister's reaction. Anya shrugged, "I asked her the same thing. But I can assure you, sheriff, Andi does not tell stories. And from our other experiences I will tell you, something odd was happening. Perhaps there are a few more robbers out there that managed to escape you and your men. It would be wise to be diligent. Especially after Farmer Schmit-" "Ayuh, got my men doin' patrols now. Can't have this happenin' again." He stood and tipped his hat once more. "I'll have one of my officers drop by tonight. T'make sure you and the young Missus are ok. Meantime, be careful outside. Don't go off by your lonesome until this thing is wrapped up. You savvy?" They nodded and Anya saw the man out. "Thank you again, sheriff Brown. And thanks for looking after us." Andi was still pouting but Anya felt better, "there you see? The police are out there right now protecting us. And one is going to check up on us later." "That still doesn't explain the man I saw in the trees, Anya. He looked like he could probably whoop a deputy." "I hardly think a bunch of random crooks would be able to beat an armed officer, Andi," Anya replied, obviously much more at ease. Andi twirled a strand of hair around her finger and didn't reply. She kept recalling that strange, sullen-looking male -thing- standing there glaring at her. Anya hadn't seen him. She didn't know just how foreign the stranger had actually appeared. Had Andi the adequate vocabulary to describe him, perhaps Anya would have been just a little more careful. And maybe she would have remembered Miri's cryptic warning, from months earlier. 5. There was a fire crackling merrily away in the hearth. The two young women had just washed up for bed and were sipping some tea in front of the fireplace. Outside a fierce wind billowed, shaking the little cottage. Fitting enough weather, it didn't at all increase their uneasiness. "Of all the nights for a blizzard," Andi complained nervously. "What if the police had to call it a day without checking up on us?" Anya shook her head and scoffed, "do you suppose the King is just willing to leave murderers on the loose because of a bit of a storm? How would it look to the public? They'll be here." She seemed certain. So certain that Andi visibly calmed. If worry-wart Anya wasn't scared, she shouldn't be either. She absently reached over to pet Taters, who was napping on the couch next to her. The little mutt had become a good friend and Andi was thankful to have him. He opened one eye drowsily and thumped his tail once or twice before appearing to drift back off to sleep. Soon, all three had fallen asleep. Too nervous to actually retire to their separate rooms, the sisters had cuddled up together on the sofa. Anya was having a terrible dream. She was running through a dense thicket. Thorns scratched at her and pulled at her clothing, tearing it. Something was chasing her. Something horrible. Soft, ominous chuckling emanated through the darkness surrounding her panicked flight. Mocking her. She fell and landed hard on her shoulder, she gasped in pain and began to weep in terror. Glowing yellow eyes loomed above her and a hand snaked out from the black and began to beat against a tree- She awoke to loud knocking and soft growling. Andi sat up blinking. The two jumped as the beating on the door was repeated. "Must be the officer," Anya mumbled, still half asleep. Taters began to whine and growl alternately and his scruff was bristling again. "It's ok boy," Anya began soothingly. "It's just the cops. Like earlier." "Anya," Andi began, uncertainly. "Maybe we shouldn't answer it." Taters began to snarl and he tucked his tail between his legs. Instead of charging the door, he was backing away from it. Knocking. Loud and insistent. The door frame shook. Anya frowned and flung the door open to...nothing. No one stood out on the porch. There was only the swirling snow. She stared blankly, not comprehending. "Anya! Close it!" Andi wailed, frightened. Loud knocking on the back door now. Anya jumped and screamed. Andi did likewise and fled to her room. Anya slammed the front door and bolted it, heart hammering in her throat. She raced to the kitchen and grabbed a large butcher's knife from a wooden block and held it out in front of her shakily as she approached the back door. That thunderous battering on the back door began again, forcing another startled shriek out of her. Oh Gods, what was happening? She took a deep breath and flung the back door open, slicing at the air with her weapon. No one was there. She darted her eyes around wildly, trying to see in the blinding storm. That horrible feeling was thick in the air again. As if it had followed her out of her dream and into the waking world. Anya slammed the kitchen door and locked it. Just as it clicked into place, the door was pummeled again, this time with enough force to burst open and knock the woman back violently against the wall. She lost the knife and and slid to the ground in a daze. "Was your intention to protect your homestead with that laughable excuse for a weapon, woman? How utterly adorable." The voice was deep and tinged with amused contempt. Anya attempted to scramble to her feet but before she could do so a hand entangled itself in her long hair and brutally yanked her upwards. Instant fiery agony exploded in her scalp as whoever had hold of her lifted her off the ground by her hair. She dangled in front of him helplessly as her hands struggled uselessly against her captor's. "Pitiful. Little human females are so weak. Look at you just hanging there. I could easily eviscerate you with my other hand and watch as you bleed out in front of me. I actually just might, regardless. It's fascinating how red human blood is." He gave Anya a shake and she squealed in pain as she felt a few hairs rip from their moorings. The tall being gave a chilling grin, revealing sharp incisors and canines. "That was a lovely sound, woman. Please repeat it," he gave her another brisk shake and she obliged as she felt even more hair tear out. He appeared delighted, beaming and flashing those fangs again. "Tantalizing, but I haven't time to play any longer." He dropped her and drew an almost ridiculously large sword from a sheath attached to his back. Anya's blood ran cold as she clutched her injured head. Idly, she wondered if he could even wield that heavy-looking blade with any precision at all. It didn't look like anyone could lift it easily, let alone utilize it with any skill. Her silent question was answered when he deftly flipped it around in his hand and slammed the flat of it into the side of her head. Darkness. "Annnyaaa," a voice whispered. Something nudged her rudely in the ribs. She mumbled grumpily and tried to escape back into unconsciousness. She didn't remember why she didn't want to wake up, only that it was in her favor not to. "You can't fool me, Pretty. I can tell you're awake by your breathing," something about that voice was familiar but not. Like she knew it but only from recently. And it was a voice to fear. Against her will things became less hazy and more acute. Things like the intense pain in her head and hands. She tried to shift, to release some of the pressure off of her hands but found she was unable. Confused, she finally opened her eyes and looked around blearily. She was lying on the sofa, with her hands and arms bound tightly behind her back. Her feet weren't tied but she didn't figure she could get far. Not with the demon who stood in front of her blocking the way that was. He grinned, pleased. "There you are! Wakey wakey, eggs and bacey." He pinched her cheek savagely and she let out another pained moan, pulling away. "You really must stop those noises, you know," he began cheerily, "they're giving me the most wonderful ideas. Well, not so wonderful for you perhaps." A mocking chuckle, the very same one she'd heard in the trees weeks ago. "Odd isn't it? Normally your kind make me wish to vomit. I'm trying to understand it myself." Anya glowered up at him, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. The being was nothing like she'd ever witnessed. Tall and muscled, dressed in savage-looking armour and adorned with weaponry so horrible that she couldn't even imagine what their uses might be. Stark white hair grew from his head and was worn swept back in spikes that were as pointed as his ears. Flawless violet skin almost shone it was so smooth, and his eyebrows slanted up, giving him a feral appearance. His eyes were a sinister swirling orangey-yellow. Piercing and filled with a bright alien intelligence. Horrible beauty. Cruel good-nature. These phrases leapt into her mind and described him perfectly. Was this who Andi had seen- Andi. "Where's Andi?! What have you done with my sister?!" She attempted to sit up and was rewarded with a brutal slap to the face. She fell back, whimpering once again. "That was nothing, woman. I could make you sing with agony if I so chose it," ice froze his tone. All traces of good-nature had vanished. He studied her with cool interest for a long moment, head tilted thoughtfully. Then the jolly expression returned once more, "so then, lesson learned? Shut your damned mouth unless asked a direct question, yes? Yes. Good then! Onward we press." He's batshit crazy, Anya thought. She pressed herself into the couch, attempting to make herself as small as possible. The creature cocked his head to the side again, examining her behavior with intense curiosity. "You and I are going to have massive amounts of fun, I think," he said softly, that wicked grin spreading across his mouth once more. Dark Travelers Ch. 02 Author's Note: I submitted the beginning of this story in the hopes that at least one person would read it. It received four favorites the same day it was approved. It even got a couple of comments. Gracious me, that's the first time anything like that has happened and I thank you so much. I wondered if anyone would enjoy it and I guess my question is answered. I shall gladly continue for you. And, as always, comments and critiques are entirely welcome. Again, thank you. Ginnnnnnna! _____________________________ She didn't reply, only tried to cringe back into the cushions even more. He crouched in front of her, eye to eye, and shoved an ancient-looking parchment in front of her face. She jerked her head, startled by the sudden movement, then squinted at it, confused. It looked like the alphabet that she had learned growing up - the characters were the same - but other than that, it appeared to be nothing but a jumble of nonsense words. "Translate this, human," he said, amicably. His countenance suggested he was at ease. As if he knew he'd be able to get her to tell him whatever he wished, yet his posture was taut and direct. This information was plainly of utmost importance to him. "I c-can't read th-th-" she began, stuttering in her terror. Instantly, a dark watchful expression replaced the casual patience. "Don't toy with me, girl. This is written in your barbaric language. You will translate it for me." He shoved the paper even closer and a low, ominous rumbling issued from deep within his chest. Anya became even more afraid, if that was at all possible. He wanted something she could not give him. The most she could attempt to do was read aloud the impossible sentences. She figured that was hardly what he meant. He wanted to know what they said, not how they sounded. How would he react when she denied him again? "Please, listen. I-I don't know what it says! Those a-are our letters but th-they aren't like any words I've ever seen. It's just gibberish!" Her tone was pleading, begging him to believe her. Irritably, he snatched the paper away and glared at her intently. His eyes seemed to brighten momentarily before returning to their original hue. For several long minutes they gazed at one another, neither moving. He seemed to be mulling something over as he searched her face. Finally, he sat back on his haunches and gave her a cagey grin. The sight of it sent shivers down her spine and a cold, hollow feeling began to grow in her belly. "That worthless, screaming old fool told me the exact same thing the other evening. Perhaps he was telling me the truth after all. Shame. I could have saved myself much needless effort. And such a mess. It wasn't a total loss, though. I did get an intimate understanding of your anatomy and basic inner workings. Very educational, and such vibrant colors," he spoke in an off-hand way but his sharp scrutiny of her face never wavered. His words were terrible and her horror was apparent as her features paled further. "Y-you? You killed farmer Schmit? W-why-" She uttered a frightened yelp as he leaned in suddenly, with horrifying, fluid speed. "Did I not just tell you? Speak only when asked," he hissed, the tip of his nose almost touching hers. He slowly drew a knife from one of the many he wore. It was a long, curving serrated blade that ended in a barbed hook. Anya's terror-filled eyes flickered to it instantly. It looked like an instrument made for dealing as much pain as possible. "This is one of my favorites," he began, glancing at the blade fondly. Leaning back, he ran his thumb across the sharp edge and opened up a thin cut without wincing. She watched with detached amazement as an emerald green liquid welled up along the surface of the gash. She dimly recalled his earlier statement about having some fascination with red human blood. At least it explained one thing in this chaotic turn of events. "Observe," he went on. "You see that talon on the end there? It's designed to ensure that when the blade is retrieved more comes out than what went in." He paused, giving her a moment to visualize his statement. The woman's eyes had not left the weapon. Good. That was exactly where he wanted them. He slowly, deliberately inched the point of it closer to her stomach until she could feel a painful pressure. "It'd be a pity, we've only just met face to face and all, but please believe me when I tell you that I can make your insides become your outsides very quickly. My time here has grown short and I am out of patience. Now that we understand each other I'll ask you once more, what does this scroll say?" Tears began to stream down her cheeks at this point, certain that he intended on torturing her to death for something she honestly couldn't tell him. She said nothing, only shrugged and turned her head away, unwilling to witness her own disemboweling. Issuing one hopeless sob, she began to weep silently into the couch cushions. This stopped him briefly, and he tilted his head once again to study her. "Why do you do that?" Bewildered, she dared to glance up at him again. Her breath hitched, "d-do wha-what?" He reached out, raked his free hand across the wetness on her cheeks and showed her. "This. Why do your eyes leak? The old male human's eyes did the same thing when I began my interrogation of him." Her brow furrowed as she struggled to keep up with this erratic exchange, "because I'm s-scared and upset. All humans c-cry." "Fear and distress causes water to dribble from your eyes? A naturally built-in function that hinders ones vision? Ridiculous. It's nothing less than remarkable that your species has managed to survive all these centuries." She only stared at him in amazement. He spoke her language flawlessly, without even a trace of an accent. Yet, he seemed to know very little else about her kind, it made no sense. None. Anya gulped and licked her lips nervously, tasting salty tears. He seemed interested in this simple gesture as well. Without warning, he withdrew the blade, sheathed it, then leaned in again and dragged a rather pointed tongue across her lips and up her cheek. Astonished, her mouth dropped open and her eyes grew bigger as she unabashedly stared at him. She wished she was able to wipe his saliva from her skin, she could feel the trail it had left. Warm at first, then cooling and drying on her cheek. Even so, she managed to control the shudder of revulsion that threatened to rip through her. Barely. He sat back once again, expression appraising. "This 'cry' tastes of salt. Salt water is produced from your eyes? So does it sting you as well?" Still shocked, she nodded silently, swallowing again. "It-it c-can." He sneered and shook his head, rising. "You are indeed built for failure, aren't you," he spat, tone thick with mockery. "And yet you flourish. Unbelievable." His hand flashed out and took hold of the front of her night-shirt, jerking her to a standing position. She swayed, dizzy from the sudden change of elevation, then regained her balance. He gave her a shove towards the front door and she stumbled several steps in that direction. "Please," she began softly, hesitantly. "Where are you taking me? Where is my sister?" She fixed him with a beseeching gaze, mouth turned down unhappily. The creature considered the smaller female thoughtfully, a small smirk playing across his lips. "Your loud-mouthed, yellow-haired kin is being held as collateral. Just in case I failed to get any useful information from you. Don't you fret now, Pretty. My brother is looking after her well-being until we join them." Not bothering to pause to use the knob, he kicked the front door open, shattering the frame and splintering it down the middle. He gave her a shove to get her moving, only having to catch her by the arms when she stumbled. "Can't even walk correctly," he muttered to himself. "I cannot wait until I am done with this vermin-infested place." He gave her another push into the cold, snowy night. 6. Andi wrapped the dusty horse blanket around herself and shivered violently. She wasn't exactly in appropriate attire for a winter storm. The old barn was not very weather resistant either, seeing as they didn't have any large animals to house. There hadn't been any repairs or patch jobs done in years. She didn't know why she was being held here, nor where Anya was. Or if she was still alive. Not that she hadn't tried to find out of course, but all of her queries had gone unanswered. The brute that was holding her hostage hadn't uttered another word to her for the duration of her capture. Nope. Not one. He merely glowered at her every time she attempted to speak to him and blocked the exit, seemingly unaware of the freezing temperatures. She was beginning to think he didn't understand her. She'd fled to her room to hide at the first sign of trouble. Just as Anya had instructed her to do in case something like this ever happened. Once there, she glanced around desperately trying to decide where the best place to conceal herself would be. There weren't many options. It was either the closet or under the bed. Deciding on the bed, she shoved Taters in the closet with a firm "stay" and slid the door closed. Taters laid down, like a good boy, and indeed stayed. She crawled under with some difficulty - this had been easier when she was smaller - and clasped both hands over her mouth to try and stifle her panicked breaths. She trained huge eyes towards the door, praying that nothing would come through. Dimly, she heard another scream from her sister and a loud crash. She jumped, whimpering, and forced herself to remain still, listening. A muffled conversation and several shrill cries of pain. Now there was nothing but silence. Andi's eyes welled up and tears threatened to spill. Had Anya been killed? Her wonderful, patient sister, dead? No. Please no. Heavy footsteps and the sound of the front door being opened. A second, slightly lighter, set of footsteps joined the first. A deep voice began to speak in an unknown melodic language. A second voice replied a bit heatedly and was abruptly cut off by the first. It sounded like an argument. Wonderful. The conversation went back and forth for a few moments, each voice sounding rather frustrated, then silence once again. Slow, deliberate footfalls heading down the hallway now. Andi began to tremble and pray incoherently once more. She heard the doors in the hallway being opened one by one followed by a longish silence. They were searching the rooms. She froze. From under the bed, she saw the door to her room swing open and two booted feet enter. Her hands were still plastered over her mouth, but her ragged breaths were slightly audible nonetheless. The owner of the feet didn't give any sign that he'd heard, however. They strolled, almost casually to the closet and slid the door open. She almost cried out a warning to the dog but caught herself. Taters had seemingly fallen asleep on a pile of clothing and appeared as harmless as a slumbering puppy would. The feet were paused in front of the opened closet, most likely considering the next course of action, then headed towards the window. This puzzled Andi. Did he think she'd gone out the window in this weather? Doubtful. They approached the bed and hesitated again. She closed her eyes, praying that the end would be quick, when the feet began towards her bedroom door and into the hallway once again. She had almost heaved a sigh of relief when they came bounding back in and the bed was heaved across her small room. Her piercing shriek was cut short as the creature snatched her from the floor by her throat and lifted her into the air before him. He examined her with a bored expression, turning her face this way and that, while she kicked at him and struggled to breathe. His features were inscrutable for a moment, then became amused as one of her kicking feet managed to catch him in the shin. "Harlin naustjat," he said quietly, before flinging her against the wall. The impact was bruising and she landed in a heap stunned, clutching the back of her head. Her eyes rolled in their sockets as she struggled to remain conscious. He stared down at her, his top lip curling into a sneer of triumph. Another being had appeared in the doorway, studying her as well. Andi fluttered her eyes in her stupor and tried to focus more clearly as she compared the two. The green-eyed one that had discovered her was none other than the man she'd seen at the fishing spot earlier today. The other was undoubtedly his invisible partner. Their coloration was very similar - skin and hair shades varying slightly - as were their features. The one who now watched her from the bedroom entrance was obviously the elder or, at the least, higher in rank; he was taller, a bit more filled out and his armour was decorated much more intricately. The younger one, still with that snide grin, pulled out one of the two swords on his back and prepared to swing when the one watching held up his hand. "Talhaen zan, melitri triz narleel. Harl lurl harlin naustjat zan, lur tohnt," he said smoothly, chuckling a bit. The young one, arm still drawn back, froze. Shock colored his features, then faded into resentment. He gestured angrily at her and began to reply; his tone quick, clipped and very displeased. The elder responded firmly, cutting off any and all objections, glaring at his younger counterpart. The two locked stares for a long moment, in an apparent battle of wills before the younger finally dropped his eyes first and sheathed his weapon. When he returned his gaze to the girl, she flinched back as she saw the smoldering hate within it. The elder snickered once again and left the two. Andi didn't move, her eyes locked on the hostile male who stood in front of her. His direct green regard and silence was unnerving, and she found herself trying to scoot back away from him, even though there wasn't anywhere left to scoot. He appeared disgusted, and turned to suddenly hurl her small bookcase through the window in an apparent loss of temper. Taking advantage of the distraction, she regained her senses long enough to bounce to her feet and run into the hallway. He was on her in a second, pulling her back into the room by the back of her robe. Lashing his arm to the side, he slung her towards her toppled bed and she reeled back several steps, falling over it. He approached with both blades drawn again and had them both pointed at her, inches from her face. He said several sharp words and gestured at the doorway, shaking his head. "Go away! Leave me alone!" She cried, cowering and waving her hands in front of her. He inclined his head at her and narrowed his eyes. Twirling the large swords expertly in his hands, he nudged her with the toe of his boot. She batted it away and shook her head, inching as far back from him as was possible. His brow furrowed and he gave her a sharper nudge this time, bordering on an actual kick, and jerked his head upwards. He wanted her to stand. She swallowed painfully, dry throat issuing an audible click, and shook her head again. He let out a frustrated snarl and brought his left sword down sharply. It sliced through her mattress and wooden bed frame cleanly, as if they'd been made of butter. She watched in abject horror as her bed fell apart into two perfect halves. He gave her another not-so-gentle nudge with his foot and gestured again that she should rise. Stand up or be chopped in two. It wasn't a difficult decision. Andi stood shakily and peered up at him mistrustfully. He nodded and waved a weapon towards her bedroom door, indicating she ought to walk there, expression disinterested again. Andi wasn't very enthusiastic about going anywhere with him, and her face showed it. She glanced at the exit and then back at him and she set her jaw stubbornly, deciding to have some dignity about this. She purposefully held her nose high in the air as she stalked by him towards the door; giving the impression that she was now unperturbed by his presence. She heard his heavy steps just behind her and she was given a strong shove forward, regardless of her cooperation. She turned her head and shot him a sour look which he returned with one of his own. His glare won out and she picked up her pace a bit, facing forward once more. All show of bravado was quickly forgotten, however, when she saw the elder male crouching over the prone figure of her sister. He was busily tying her hands and arms behind her back. He then picked her up and tossed her on the sofa like a sack of grain when he'd finished. Anya's face, now visible, was pale, bruised and unresponsive. Andi would have thought she was dead if not for the fact that she'd been bound. Why bother to restrain a corpse? "Anya! Anya! Are you ok?!" Forgetting the threat behind her, she ran to her sister's side and shook her. "Wake up, please. Please wake up, Anya," she sniffled, tears finally getting the better of her. A hand gripped the collar of her robe roughly and hauled her back out of reach of the unconscious woman. She'd had about enough of being pushed and pulled around for one evening. That, combined with the shock of the invasion and her distress at seeing her injured sister, caused white-hot fury to bubble up to the surface. She wrenched free, whirled around and gave her tormentor a vicious slap across the face. "I hope you die! I hate you!" She screamed at him, finally breaking down to sob. The elder watched this show with obvious enjoyment. And, in response, only crossed his arms, glancing over at his brother. His eyebrows were raised as if to ask, "well? Now what will you do?" Dumbfounded at her audacity, the younger creature touched his cheek as if he couldn't quite believe what she'd just done. He stared down at the weeping girl and then back at his brother. "Melit harlin tri zelataz! Fral url krotz jhass lirotzut harlo?" His voice sounded as if he was complaining. He tossed the elder a surprisingly human-like glance, eyebrows raised in eager hope. The sort of look designed to coax the older one into acquiescing to whatever he'd asked. A shake of the head indicated to Andi that he'd been denied his request. She'd cringed back after her outburst, frightened at what the consequences might be. The younger male fixed her with a dark glower and clenched his jaw, unhappy at the refusal. He spat out something else to which the elder merely nodded in response. She watched, sniffling, as the older creature swept his arm towards the front door and turned his attention back onto the female lying on the sofa. Before she was half-pulled, half-dragged outside, she watched as the elder took hold of a strand of her sister's dark hair and brought it up to his face to examine it more closely. The short walk to the barn was extremely cold and her fingers and toes became numb within moments. Andi kept giving her kidnapper suspicious glances as he walked behind her, not quite trusting he wouldn't just impale her on one those horrible blades he carried. It was obvious that he wanted nothing more - despite the elder's apparent orders not to. Shivering uncontrollably now, Andi walked through the barn's double-doored entrance and immediately spied the horse blanket, snatching it and pulling it around her. It was old and dusty, but also thick and warm. She scrambled up onto a stale hay pile and burrowed back into it as best as she could, wrapping the blanket around her as insulation. He watched with veiled interest, as if wondering about her activity. She shot him a frown and then refused to look him in the eye, crossing her arms sullenly. "What do you want with us?" He arched a brow and leaned back against the door frame, unresponsive. Dark Travelers Ch. 02 "Can't you go away and leave us alone?" He crossed his arms and didn't answer. "What are you going to do to me and my sister?" A roll of the eyes and a yawn. "You're an asshole." Utter dismissal; he turned his back on her. Andi was half-tempted to try and rush him, but thankfully thought better of it. She gave up trying to get answers and waited for whatever that was going to happen, to happen. Back in the now empty house, Taters whined and trembled in the closet. His human had not told him he should stop 'staying', so he remained. 7. Anya felt the cold. She felt the bruises on her face and the pain in her arms and hands. She felt her feet start to sting with the freezing temperature as she was led towards the barn, where she assumed she'd be killed. She felt all these sensations, but they were far away and unimportant. There was a strange roaring sound echoing in her mind. Strange, but also rather soothing. It calmed her as she walked along. Was actually quite lovely, this numb feeling, it even blocked the fear. Kirik watched her closely. Her face was impassive. Her eyes, vacant. It was impossible to get even a slight read on her thoughts. Such a drastic change from her lively performance earlier. Those high-pitched sounds she'd made had been especially enjoyable. He was beginning to become more and more intrigued with this odd little female. And the way her kin had flummoxed his brother earlier! The look on his face had been priceless. That had been just too entertaining. Who'd have ever thought that little scrap of a girl would be brave enough to strike a creature such as he? Extraordinary, really. Even more so when he'd been told she had been found cowering under a sleeping platform. Too, too funny. He even allowed himself another grin before he entered the barn where he'd told Kael to take the girl and wait. "Anya!" Andi cried upon seeing the two appear in the doorway. She rushed to her sister and peered into her blank face with worry. "Anya..? Anya! What did you DO to her?!" This last bit was screamed in accusation after her queries elicited no response from the dreamy-eyed woman. "If you do not cease your screeching I shall cut out your tongue," Kirik snapped. Andi jutted her chin out, not especially wanting to call his bluff, and turned her attention back to Anya. "Hey," she whispered, smoothing her hair back and shaking her gently. "Anya? It's Andi. It's alright. Please talk to me," she murmured softly. Anya blinked slowly and recognition seeped back into her eyes, "...Andi?" Andi nodded, "yes, it's me." Then she saw just how tightly her sister's arms were bound. The thin ropes were cutting into the tender flesh. She forced herself to speak respectfully to the hateful beasts who stood to the side, quietly talking with one another. "Excuse me, but these ropes are hurting her arms. Are they really necessary? Look at her, she's not going to try anything. Can't you cut her loose? Please?" Kirik regarded her with annoyance then approached the pair. He studied his knots for a moment, and then deliberately pulled on one specific end. The bindings dropped away and the rest of the life flashed into Anya's eyes again. She gave a loud sigh of relief and began to rub both wrists vigorously, trying to make the feeling come back into her hands. Slowly but surely, a tingling sensation began to be felt and grew stronger, becoming almost painful as the blood rushed back into her extremities. With the returned feeling came the bite of the cold and she gasped again, this time in shock. "Fr-freezing," she stuttered, beginning to tremble. Andi quickly grabbed the blanket from the hay pile and wrapped it around the both of them. The two huddled together, staring fearfully at their captors, unsure what to do or what would happen next. Anya had regained some awareness now, mostly due to relief at the sight of her sister still alive. She didn't even seem to be injured at all. "I was so worried about you," she said in a low voice. Andi nodded and clung to her tightly, trying to absorb as much warmth as she could. "I saw you on the sofa when you were knocked out. I thought you were going to d-di-" her breath caught and she struggled against tears again. Anya turned to peek at the two brothers. They were locked in an intense conversation, they hardly seemed to notice the two were still standing there. She began to wonder if perhaps they'd be able to make a run for it. Not a great idea, she decided. The only other place they could flee was back into the house. Their night clothes were no match for this weather. It would defeat the purpose of escape if they ran into the forest only to freeze to death. They both drew back and turned terrified eyes up at Kirik as he approached them again. Pleased with this reaction, he offered them an almost charming smile. "I don't suppose you can read this, can you?" He asked, eyes on Andi. He wasn't very hopeful but he showed the scroll to the younger girl, who only scowled at it and shook her head. Stymied but unsurprised, he rolled it back up carefully and stored it in a small compartment in his armor. He was silent for a moment, then said something to his partner. The young male threw both hands up in the air and began protesting loudly, gesticulating emphatically at the two women. Kirik's eyes blazed yellow, patience stretched very thin, and he snarled some threat. Whatever it was, it had the desired effect. The younger stopped speaking instantly. A nervous expression seemed to flit across his face before it was expertly masked. He muttered something in response and turned away. Kirik glared at him for a second more before squatting in front of the two of them. All smiles again, he regarded Andi further, "You're called Andi, are you not?" Puzzled, she nodded. "Greetings Anya and Andi. I apologize for the late introductions but I had business to attend to. My name is Kirik. That is my brother, Kael," he pointed to the sulking male still standing by the entrance. He stopped for a moment, and then added as almost an afterthought, "we're not from around here." Speechless, the sisters glanced at each other, eyes wide, then back at him. "It seems I made a mistake in assuming that all humans could read that script. Now that I think back on it, it seems like a feasible excuse. I cannot read all literary works in my alphabet either. So, my next question is; do you perhaps know of a human - preferably nearby - that could decipher this?" He finished, waiting expectantly for either to answer. He seemed calm, even reasonable now. A disconcerting change from his previous ferocity. Anya's mind raced, and a small hope surfaced. "There is an old scholar who lives out yonder. Way out beyond the mountain and down the beach. In a lighthouse. He's rumored to actually be a very old wizard." Kirik's eyes flared brightly for a moment then dimmed as he tried to hide his eagerness, "you say this wizard can tell me what it means?" Anya shrugged a shoulder, "if anyone could it would be him. But it's a fair ways off from here." He narrowed his eyes and absently toyed with the grip of one of his many blades. He hated to waste any more time, but what choice did he have? He cursed inwardly, berating himself for not thoroughly researching this mission beforehand. These humans were turning out to be much more difficult to work with then he'd expected. "You know the way?" Anya nodded, "aye. I took a trip by it once, when I was very small. But we shall have to go around the mountain. It will take days. It's a fool's errand besides; he doesn't accept visitors. Ever." Kirik grinned at her, "we'll just have to convince him somehow, won't we?" Anya swallowed and tried not to stare at his frightening leer and pointed teeth, but her gaze kept returning. Horrified fascination perhaps. Crazy thoughts kept surfacing for no reason that she could discern. Would those teeth harm her if he kissed her or would he be gentle? Would his skin be as smooth to the touch as it looked? She shook her head, trying to clear it. She felt as if she might be going mad. Kirik seemed to misinterpret the shake as refusal. The smile vanished and he jerked her forward by an arm, "you WILL take us there. Both of you. Or, I'll just kill the two of you right now and be done with it. I can easily find another human who will want to live and agree to show us the way." Andi gasped in fear and Anya's mouth fell open in dismay. "But why? Why do you need the both of us? Let her remain! I'll take you," she pleaded. Kirik frowned and tightened his grip on her upper arm, "better odds of getting there if we have two tour guides. One of you may perish along the way, you realize. Besides, I've the feeling we'd be tattled on and pursued if we left her behind, don't you? Don't worry, I have complete faith that the two of you will cooperate fully with the correct encouragement. In fact, I think you'll work very hard to keep each other alive, won't you." Anya finally grew angry as the seriousness of their plight sunk in. She managed to twist her arm free and stand a bit taller, "fine. We'll go. But if you want us to survive beyond tonight, you'll have to let us gather some supplies and proper clothing for winter traveling. Otherwise we'll freeze." Kirik clapped his hands together once, "excellent! And again, don't despair. I may even let you live when this is all over." "Anya, are we going to die?" Andi asked, bleakly. She pulled a thick sweater over her head and tucked it into her snow pants and stood miserably in the middle of Anya's room. "I'm going to do whatever it takes to ensure we do not," she replied bluntly. Anya bent to lace her boots securely, grabbed her traveling bag from her bedside table and searched the house, wondering what she ought to possibly bring for such a journey. In a quick, business-like manner, she went from room to room packing a couple of changes of clothing for the two of them as well as some basic necessities: two water jugs, some dried tea leaves, a hairbrush, soap, jerky and a box of crackers. She hoped having these familiar items with them would make it seem like they were just going for a long hike, rather than a forced march. Upon hearing her sister's sudden weeping, she broke into a run and followed the sound to Andi's room. Andi stood there, clutching Taters and sobbing in complete misery. Kirik was scowling at her and speaking sharply, "that mangy animal is not coming with us! Leave him at once!" "No! I can't leave him behind! He's just a baby," Andi wailed, hugging the whining dog. Anya grew alarmed, seeing the black anger on Kirik's face. She quickly inserted herself between Andi and him, speaking to the girl softly, "shhh. It's alright, Sweet. Leave him several bowls of food and water on the floor in addition to his own. He'll manage until we return, ok?" Andi sniffled and drew an arm across her eyes, attempting to wipe away her tears. "B-but h-h-he'll be cold and lonely and s-sc-scared without me!" "He'll be ok. I promise. Just think how happy he'll be to see you when we get back, hm? Please, Andi. Best stop fussing and just do as he says. Please," Anya gazed meaningfully into her sister's eyes, trying to convey how severe this situation was. After several more moments of hiccuping sobs and sniffles, Andi reluctantly took Taters into the main living area and sat him on his dog bed. Under Kirik's watchful eyes she took several large bowls from the kitchen cupboards and filled them with dog food and water. She also left a pile of puppy treats and his chew bone accessible. This done, she marched up to Kirik and glared up at him, squaring her shoulders, "I HATE you! If he gets lost or hurt it's YOUR fault!" Anya paled as Kirik carelessly reached out, took hold of the girl's face, and shoved her back roughly. She flew back and landed hard on her rear end. "I assure you the feeling is mutual," he replied, unimpressed with her outburst. "You ought to stay out of my reach from now on, girl. This is your only warning." "She will," Anya interjected swiftly. "I'll see to it." Kirik cocked his head to the side, studying her with that quiet concentration again. The air was still and heavy once more, and she had no problem comparing it to when she was being spied on in the woods. Anya was bothered by this. He seemed to be growing a bit too curious about her for her liking. A faint blush tinged her cheeks as she broke the gaze and busied herself helping Andi to her feet. Kael had appeared in the doorway, drawn by the clamor, and was curiously examining Andi's tear streaked face. Andi noticed this and became embarrassed, moving to hide behind Anya. The group stood there for a moment, awkwardly; then Kirik clapped his hands together once again. "Time to go, then?" He asked, pleasantly. Anya blinked, "now? It's the middle of the night and storming! We should wait for a break in the wea-" "Time is of the essence," he interrupted roughly, pointing towards the front door firmly. Andi hung her head and petted Taters once more, "I'll miss you, Tots. Be a g-good boy, ok? Stay." The puppy's ears drooped and he looked up at his friend, eyes huge and sad. He seemed to know something was very, very wrong. He licked his chops, whined softly and laid his head on his front paws. Anya's heart nearly broke upon seeing this. She glowered up at Kirik, resentment beginning to burn in her gut. He only smiled his hateful smile and gestured to the door once more, "after you, m'lady." ________________________________ *Translations* Harlin naustjat. -- Foolish female. Talhaen zan, melitri triz narleel. Harl lurl harlin naustjat zan, lur tohnt -- Really now, that isn't kind. She's your foolish female now, you realize. Melit harlin tri zelataz! Fral url krotz jhass lirotzut harlo? --This female is useless! Can I not just dispatch her? Dark Travelers Ch. 03 Author's Note: Please forgive my late continuation. I had a bit of writer's block. I'm still not very pleased with how a few paragraphs came out - they seem awkward to me - but they're written. Don't you just hate that? Thank you for the feedback and the votes - heh, I finally figured out what those numbers in front of my story mean. You've been a spectacular audience. And to the one or two people who emailed me complaining about the lack of sex thus far: it is coming, I promise - but I won't be rushed. So there. Neener. ;) Now then, on with the show. Ginnnnnnnnna! 8. She felt Andi clutch at her from behind and begin to shake. Anya closed her eyes briefly, nodded, and began to lead her sister out the ruined front door and into the unknown. She shifted the pack on her shoulders and squinted into the wind, trying to get her bearings. She knew the general direction to the trail into town; but she didn't trust her senses in this weather. She'd probably get them lost in minutes, and then what would the two brothers do to them? She briefly considered leading them on a wild goose chase but quickly dismissed that idea. Kirik seemed for the most part to be intelligent. Very intelligent. She'd be willing to bet he'd catch onto her ruse before long. And again, what would be her punishment if that happened? Or, even worse, what would be Andi's? "Well?" Kirik snapped, impatient to get going. "What are you waiting for?" Anya gave him a cool stare, "do you want me to lead you in the right direction? If so, then I suggest you let my eyesight adjust to the darkness." "You cannot see in dim light? You must be jok-" "Halt! Stay as you are!" All four pairs of eyes instantly turned to the direction of the barked command. A lone deputy stood at the far end of the walk way, pistol drawn and trained on the two creatures he saw before him. He tried to hold as steady as he could, but his heart was pounding in combined fear and disbelief. The tip of the gun wavered slightly as adrenaline whipped through his body. Anya remembered Andi's skeptical remark earlier; something about the creature she'd seen being able to take down a police man. She began to realize why Andi hadn't been put at ease by the sheriff's visit. The deputy looked young, scared and unsure of how to handle this. He had probably just figured on checking in on the two girls and returning home without incident. The trembling way in which he brandished his firearm didn't help to reassure her much, either. Kirik was startled at first, having not heard the man's approaching footfalls above the storm. Annoyed at being caught off guard, he studied this new threat quickly but carefully, scanning for weaknesses. He took in the male human's unsure posture, shaking weapon and fearful expression. He relaxed; this would be easy. He muttered something to Kael whose face brightened in eager anticipation as he nodded in agreement, snickering slightly. "No talking! Hands in the air! Both of you," the cop ordered. "Certainly," Kirik said politely, raising his hands to either side of his head. Kael had imitated his brother's action, seemingly unconcerned with the unexpected turn of events. Hesitantly, the deputy inched his way closer; failing to remember proper protocol. He kept shifting the pistol to aim at first Kirik, then Kael, then back to Kirik, and so on. He knew he was outnumbered and he had no clue of what he was dealing with. Closer and closer he came until Anya could almost make him out completely, despite the darkness. She despaired. He was very young. Probably fresh out of training. She watched as Kirik and Kael seemed to cooperate; but something was off. Both of their faces were relaxed, amused even. The deputy was almost within arm's reach now. This wasn't right. She opened her mouth to cry out a warning. Too late. Kirik lunged forward and snatched the barrel of the gun, yanking it out of the man's grasp. He glanced at it, curled a lip in contempt and threw it aside. The cop paled and blinked at his now empty hands. It had happened so fast- Kael charged forward at the instant Kirik had grabbed the gun; silently, sword drawn. Before the man could even drop his arms to react, Kael had swung his weapon down in a swift diagonal arc. The deputy didn't move for a moment, unsure of what had just happened. Then both of his hands fell to the ground, completely severed. His shriek of pain and horror was high-pitched and strangled. Andi screamed right along with him, hands clasped over her eyes. Anya's mouth dropped open and she swayed on her feet, the world going fuzzy briefly. Kirik watched as his sibling circled the wounded man, assessing his attack form. His brother was improving immensely at his sword-play. Pride swelled in the elder's chest. Soon he'd be able to give Kirik a real run for his money. However, his expression remained neutral as he observed Kael's next move; revealing nothing of his thoughts. The younger brother flicked a glance to his elder and saw no approval but no disapproval either. Encouraged, he pondered what the next best move would be. He'd already ensured the man's doom; leaving him incapable of wielding any sort of weapon ever again. But what to do next? Silence his screams, perhaps? Seemed like a logical choice. Couldn't have any more attention drawn their way. It simply wouldn't do. Kael, expression casual, followed the deputy, who was trying to stumble away still screaming. He whirled, gave the sword a fancy flip to show off a bit, and then ripped it sideways through the air once more. Sudden quiet. The sisters watched in horror as the deputy froze in mid-step and then crumpled as the upper half of his body slid off the lower part and fell into the snow. Kael turned back to Kirik, beaming with obvious pride. Kirik gave a curt nod and said something that made the young male's grin grow even wider. Anya saw that some of Kael's teeth were pointed as well, just a bit shorter than Kirik's. Funny to be noticing teeth at a time like this, but the human brain dealt with trauma in all sorts of ways. She shut her eyes and tried to calm her erratic breathing. Sounds seemed too sharp, everything stood out in poignant detail and sensations were very intense. She supposed she was in a state of shock, but really couldn't be bothered to worry about such trivial things now. Andi had grown silent when the deputy fell apart. Her eyes, huge as saucers, were trained on the corpse. Her hands were clenched into fists and were pressed against her mouth. Her breathing was harsh and ragged. Anya covered her sister's eyes, "don't look. Just don't look." Andi swayed a bit but managed to keep her balance. She had never seen anyone be killed before. The image was seared into her memory. The terrible way that his torso had just detached from his middle would never leave her. Ever. She focused on Kael, who seemed to be utterly pleased with himself, and felt slightly nauseous. She remembered the dark glares he'd thrown her way earlier; and the way he'd threatened her with that exact sword in her bedroom. She also recalled when she'd slapped him and wondered if he was still angry about it. She wondered just how close she'd actually come to death at that moment, then decided she didn't really want to know. Kael, still grinning boyishly, gave the weapon a sharp flick. Dark red droplets flew off the sword and dotted the snow. He drew a gloved hand across the edge, removing the last traces of blood from the shining blade and re-sheathed it carefully. He gave Andi a quick glance and then turned his attention back to Kirik, awaiting further instructions. Kirik merely looked at Anya, smiled, and inclined his head at her, "only a slight delay. Please procede." He behaved as if the terrible act of violence had never happened. Anya stood there in disbelief, "you're just going to leave him there?" Kirik appeared puzzled, "what else would I do with him?" Anya stared at him. "The dead are meant to be buried and mourned," she said quietly. Andi broke in bitterly, "you think he cares about that?" Anya hushed her and stood in front of her as Kirik considered the younger girl once again. "You best tame your mouth as your sister has instructed you. Else I may decide to let Kael play with you after all." Kael perked up at the sound of his name and glanced curiously at Kirik then again at Andi. Andi needed no further warning as she shut her mouth and took a step back. Anya took her arm and pulled her up the walk, skirting the cooling corpse. She tried not to look at it as she passed, but she couldn't help herself. She struggled against tears and also tried not to wonder if the young deputy had had a family. Anya led the group across the clearing and towards the town. As she got further and further away from her cabin, her dread grew. She wondered if she would ever see her little house again. No one would know what had happened to them and she rather doubted that anyone in town would even think to check on them. There was one small hope; when the deputy failed to return, he would be looked for. The last place he would have reported going was to their home; and that's where his body would be found. With any luck, the police would realize something had gone horribly awry at their cottage and there would be a search party sent out after them. She grasped onto that idea and made a mental note to tell Andi about it as well. If she got the chance to speak to her sister privately, that was. It would give them the strength to go on if they could at least hope for a favorable outcome. As it was, Andi was dragging her feet with a hanging head. Every now and then she could hear a muffled little sob issue from the girl. She risked a look back towards her captors. It was still a bit difficult to see much of anything in the darkness save their glowing eyes. Both sets were trained on her, and they were very close. As she watched, Kirik raised his hand and gave her a cheerful wave. Unnerving. Finally, mostly just to break the silence, she began to speak, "this path will merge with the main road in the village square. It will take us through town and all the way to the falls. From there, we'll have to take a detour around Shadow's Peak-" "Through town?" Kirik repeated, stopping abruptly. Anya hesitated and then paused as well. "Ah, y-yes. This is the way I always go-" "Stupid woman! We cannot cut through town; do you suppose we'll just blend right in with the commoners?" Anya felt an unexpected sting of anger at being called stupid and she spun around to face him. "This was YOUR idea, my good sir. And this is the only way I know. Had you given me the proper notice, perhaps I could have mapped out a route that appealed to you." Andi whimpered, frightened at Anya's tone and began to back away. She was very close to just running in fear. She gave the trees a longing stare; there would be cover in the deeper woods. Plenty of places to hide - despite the threat of wolves and mountain lions and whatever else dwelled in the deep forest. Kael watched his brother bickering with the dark-haired female and rolled his eyes. He wasn't even sure why the two were traveling with them in the first place. They could find this wizard on their own, who cared if it took a little longer? Stupid humans weren't worth the flesh they were made of. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the little yellow-haired bitch getting rather fidgety so he turned his attention to her. She kept looking into the trees and then back at the two of them. Well, well, well. Was she thinking of fleeing? Really? Kael smiled in the darkness. He half hoped she would. Then he could chase her down and punish her for it. After all, hadn't Kirik said that she was his now? Besides, anything would be more exciting than this. Andi saw that Kael was eyeing her sourly. So much for that plan. Was a foolish idea now that she thought about it; she'd most likely get eaten by a bear. Being eaten alive was an unpleasant idea indeed, even more so than being a prisoner. She furrowed her brow, frustrated, and turned away from him with her nose in the air once more. The posture irked him. It was as if she believed she was better than him. Really. He thought about this as he stared at her. Perhaps one day he would be allowed to show her just how wrong she was in assuming such a thing. Had he not just proven how accomplished he had become? Had he not taken down that human male with laughable ease? Didn't she realize that he could do the same to her? She must. So why did she present such an air of superiority? Perhaps it was a front? He began to study her a bit more closely. But if it was an act, how had she managed to gather the courage up to strike him? It hadn't phased him; physically at least. The stinging pain that had resulted had been more insulting than anything. He still planned on paying her back for that. He would've already had it not been for Kirik's refusal. Kael began to speculate a bit more about this. His brother was acting rather strangely this evening. If they'd been at home and she a slave, he definitely would have been allowed reprimand her. He turned his head to consider Kirik and the other human woman again. They were still facing off, each glaring at the other. This was getting them nowhere. "If you want to take a different way I make no guarantees that we shall get there at all! I've never tried to bypass town before. If we get lost in the deep woods don't blame me," Anya finished huffily, crossing her arms. "You live here, yet you've made no effort to memorize the surrounding terrain? What in the hells is wrong with you?" Kirik sounded astonished and exasperated at the same time. "Forgive me for not realizing that I would be kidnapped and forced to-" Kael cleared his throat impatiently. The two gave him a glance and he twirled his finger in a "let's get going" gesture. Kirik seemed a bit taken aback, he hadn't meant to get into an argument with a mere human. It was a new experience for him to not be obeyed instantly. This Anya woman seemed intent on trying his patience. Andi began to shake her head, "no, Anya. We can't go in there! We'll get lost! There are wild animals! They'll kill us!" Kirik walked towards Andi and crouched down in front of her, staring directly into her eyes. "What do you suppose I'm going to do to you, little girl? You ought to be concerned about me," he said softly. Andi took a step back, gulped nervously but managed to respond in a somewhat steady tone, "c-couldn't we just follow the trail until w-we can at least see the town square? Then we could cut around the outer wall and not through. No one will notice us if we do that." Kirik straightened up and considered. "That seems reasonable. Woman," he turned to Anya, "would that work?" Anya watched Andi, surprised that she'd gotten enough courage up to speak. "Aye," she finally said. "It'll take a bit longer, but at least there's no chance of ending up lost." Kirik rose and nodded at her, "lead on then, woman." Anya gave him a rather irritated glance, annoyed with the way he addressed her, but said nothing. She took hold of Andi again and began to walk once more. 9. Kirik spoke softly to Kael as they followed the two humans, explaining what they were to do. Kael rolled his eyes and shook his head, aggravated, and opened his mouth to reply. Kirik swiftly cut him off. "For once, will you not argue with me. I've no time to babysit three children," he snapped, speaking in his native tongue. "You wouldn't need to if they weren't coming along, brother," Kael replied matter-of-factly. "We're strangers here and we needed guides. We've no choice," Kirik shot back. "No? And I suppose it couldn't be because you've a weakness for a pretty face? Even if she isn't one of us?" Kael's upper lip curled into a knowing sneer. "Watch your tongue," Kirik snarled dangerously, eyes flashing. Kael smirked, pleased. "I call it like I see it, brother. Why else would you allow her to speak the way she did to you? If she'd been male you'd-" "Enough!" Kirik's exclamation was forceful enough to startle the two women. Both jumped and paused, looking back over their shoulders nervously and then at each other. Kirik sighed and placed the fingers of one hand against the bridge of his nose in a gesture of frustrated fatigue. Kael drew a sword and gave Andi a sharp poke in the back to get her moving again, smirking. Andi squeaked as the tip sank through her clothing and bit into her flesh. She began to speed walk, trying to get out of his reach. Anya matched her pace, and glared at the younger brother. Kael returned her glower and sped up, giving her a prod with the weapon as well. Anya took the hint and faced forward again. Her eyes had adjusted almost completely by now and she began to recognize familiar landmarks. The worn path was lined with trees and shrubs, many of them. She'd never taken special notice of the vegetation before, save the edible variety, but now a tiny plan began to form itself in her mind. She feigned stumbling over a rock and crashed into a bush, breaking several branches and knocking off the the piles snow that had gathered on it. Andi arched a brow and moved to help her sister right herself. Anya wasn't given to clumsiness, that was usually Andi's specialty. "You ok?" She whispered. "Aye, just a bit tired is all," Anya mumbled back, risking a glance at her handiwork. The damaged shrub was obvious among the other untouched bushes. A perfect sign for anyone who might be trying to track them. If she could leave a trail for someone to follow maybe, just maybe, they'd get out of this in one piece. That is, if she wasn't found out. Kirik narrowed his eyes at the two of them, not liking the way they were whispering to one another. "Can we continue? Or do you feel the need to tumble to the ground a few more times?" The dark-haired sister shot him a surly look and straightened her posture, "I've told you already, I can't see very well." Kirik shook his head and muttered a few guttural phrases. He held up a hand and a small ball of crackling green light began to glow in his palm. Amazed, the sisters watched as it grew brighter and larger, until the path ahead was lit with an eerie greenish glow. As they stared, the orb of light rose out of Kirik's hand and slowly floated to the front of the group, stopping directly in front of Anya. "Will that suffice, woman?" Anya stared and reached out to try and touch it. The ball drifted out of her reach and rose a bit higher into the air. Andi's mouth dropped open. She'd never seen any sort of magic before, and she was suitably impressed. "Woah," she breathed softly. Anya watched it for a few seconds more, mesmerized, before continuing on. The trail was clearly illuminated now and she had no problem recognizing the well-known road. They were not yet halfway there, and she was beginning to feel weary. She wondered if the creatures would allow them to rest or if they expected them to travel the whole way to the light house without stopping. For all she knew, they didn't need sleep. She looked at her sister. Andi's eyes were half-closed and the girl issued a large yawn. Sooner or later they would need to rest. "Kirik," she began, turning to face them. Kirik's ears twitched at the sound of his name and he nodded at her, "what is it now?" "You realize we will need sleep at some point? We cannot travel indefinitely," she said, rather hesitantly. He tossed her a withering glance, "of course. I've watched you slumbering many times now." Her eyes widened and even Andi turned to stare. "W-what?" She stammered. The idea was horrifying. The sight of the two women walking backwards with blatant shock written all over their faces was amusing, and he chuckled before going on. Dark Travelers Ch. 03 "We've been observing you for months now, but I suspect you already know that. Sometimes, your sister would forget to close her window coverings. Rather idiotic, really." Andi felt her cheeks heat up but Anya was encouraged despite the insult. If they were allowed to rest, than a rescue party would be able to make up some ground, thus diminishing their head-start. The tiny flare of hope was steadily growing into a flame. She nodded and determinedly pressed on, walking a bit more quickly. The group traveled in silence for a long while. Before long, the blizzard eased then stopped completely and the sky began to grow lighter with dawn's approach. Seemingly in response, the magic orb grew dimmer and smaller as the day became brighter. Soon it was completely gone. The birds who had not migrated began their morning song and the sun peeked through the remaining clouds, cheering Anya up slightly despite her dismal state of affairs. "Round the next bend we will be in sight of the front gates. We'll have to go off trail soon. People do still sometimes use this road, and we'll be seen before long," she said. She looked at Kirik, who merely nodded. "You'll have to stop and let us eat and sleep soon. We didn't get much of it last night." "You will stop when I say so, no sooner. If I must find a way to keep you alert I shall, and it most likely won't be pleasant. I suggest you force yourself to go on," he replied. Her mouth thinned but she nodded, glancing over at Andi. Her sister's eyes were drooping further and her yawns were steadily growing closer and closer together. Her feet were dragging even more and she was beginning to slow down again. Andi didn't cope well with lack of sleep at the best of times. Anya rummaged around in her pack and handed Andi a water jug. "Drink. Splash some on your face if you must," she urged. Andi accepted it and obliged. The cold water helped a bit but not much. Her pace diminished further until Kael almost ran into her. Miffed, he gave her another jab with his blade. "You cut that out!" Andi shouted, spinning around abruptly. "Andi," Anya began warningly. "No! I'm tired of him poking at me!" She stepped forward, apparently completely awake now, and tried to give him a shove back, "you leave me alone!" Kael didn't budge and he arched a brow, staring down at the angry female. She was jabbering at him and pointing at his sword. He watched as her cheeks grew red and her eyes threatened to overflow again. Why was she changing colors? It was very peculiar. Anya pulled on her sister's arm and dragged her out of harm's way, speaking soothingly to her. Kael sheathed the weapon and smiled in satisfaction, at least she was moving now. "Why do they leak water and turn red, brother?" He asked Kirik. "The eye-water is called 'cry' and it's done in response to stressful stimuli," he responded, eyes on Anya again. "As for the color change, I assure you I do not know." Kirik wondered about this himself and made a mental note to ask the woman when they stopped for a break. "Perhaps some sort of camouflage?" Kael ventured. "Unlikely, there is nothing red around here to blend into." Anya heard them speaking to one another in that odd language but paid it no attention for the time being. She had stopped once more. She could see the large entrance at the village gates looming in the distance. She noted the sun's position in the sky and tried to memorize which direction to face. When she believed she had it, she took a deep breath and veered off the trail and into the cover of the forest, still uneasy with leaving her familiar route. As she left the road, she passed a large tree and let her pack scuff against the bark, leaving an obvious nick in its trunk. She gulped nervously, but the creatures seemed not to notice anything out of the ordinary. She walked in a straight line for several yards, then paused, attempting to align herself in the correct direction again. "Alright, if we keep on this way we ought to come upon the outer wall soon. From there we can just veer around it. We're far enough off the path where we shouldn't run into anyone. The townspeople rarely venture into the woods unless need be. If all goes well, we should be able to pick up the trail again on the other side." "Good," was all Kirik said. She breathed a soft sigh of relief. He hadn't noticed what she was up to. She smoothed her hair back behind her ears and set her jaw. There was no clear area now, and the plant life was quite thick. She led the group forward with difficulty, trying to sidestep branches, thorn bushes and thick piles of snow. Andi was much less graceful and let out several pained gasps as she was scratched and pummeled. Kirik and Kael had much less difficulty and were taking great amusement in watching the women struggling. Kael appeared especially gratified every time Andi received another scrape or bruise, and his grin showed it. Kirik was eyeing Anya's exposed ears. "How can you hear anything, woman?" Anya didn't slow or turn to acknowledge him, having to focus fully on keeping her heading. Kirik sped up a few steps and grabbed a handful of her hair, jerking her to a stop. "You will NOT ignore me," he said, giving her hair another sharp tug. "I'm s-sorry, I need t-to concentrate. I just don't want to get l-lost," she apologized quickly, hissing in pain. Appeased, he released her and asked again, "how is it that you can hear anything with those tiny ears?" He reached out and ran a finger over the rounded top of her ear. Anya jerked out of his reach not liking the way her skin tingled where he'd touched her. She gazed up at him warily and rubbed her scalp. Her head had taken ample abuse as of late and she was beginning to get a painful headache. "I'm sure we can't hear as well as you are able but I assure you we can hear just fine," she finally replied, a bit sullenly. He seemed satisfied with this response and said nothing further so she turned to continue, her fingers now kneading at her temples. "Anya," Andi said quietly, pointing. Anya followed Andi's gaze and saw the large rock wall just visible ahead. She had managed to guide them in the correct direction despite her misgivings. The bands of tension around her chest loosened a bit, now that she had something to follow again. She glanced up at the sky and observed that the sun had moved more than she thought it should have. She wasn't keeping track of time very well out here and resolved to pay more attention. The brothers were also examining the structure. Anya watched as Kael kicked at the wall, knocking a chunk loose. He shook his head and appeared to scoff. Kirik slid his hand over the rough surface, expression unreadable. He turned to Anya, "we follow this around?" She nodded still massaging her aching head. She wished they could stop and rest. Andi had climbed onto a large stone and was sitting on it, head propped up on her hands, eyes closed. She looked exhausted. "Please, we need rest. Just for a little while?" Anya asked softly. Kirik watched her for a moment then turned to study Andi as well. Apparently humans needed much more sleep than they did. He wondered how much longer the journey would take if they kept having to stop. Finally, he nodded and waved his hand. "Do as you must." Andi heaved a great sigh at his words and jumped down. She picked a somewhat clear spot under a large tree, brushed away the snow as best she could, curled up under it and promptly fell asleep. Anya watched her sister and smiled regretfully. There would be no shut-eye for her it seemed. Too risky for both of them to sleep in the presence of danger. Still though, there was no reason she couldn't sit a spell and rest her eyes at least. Yes. That's what she would do. She took a seat next to her slumbering sister, leaned back against the tree, and shut her eyes. Despite her intent to remain vigilant, Anya was as soon as deeply asleep as Andi. 10. "Are you seriously considering letting them live when we're through with them?" Kael asked, scowling down at the slumbering women. "Don't be ridiculous," Kirik replied loftily. "I don't think I am being ridiculous, brother. You keep staring at that one," he pointed at Anya, "like you're interested in her. Don't think I haven't noticed it." Kirik had taken a seat on the boulder much as Andi had earlier. He was sharpening and cleaning his blades meticulously, one after the other. Now, however, he paused and glanced up to glare at his sibling. "You speak brashly, youngling. She's filth, nothing more," he glowered at his brother a moment longer before returning to his task. "I'm being presumptuous?! You're the one assuming that she's leading us to where she says she is. What if she's taking us directly into a trap? What then?" Kael grew frustrated, unaccustomed to Kirik not listening to him. "Then we kill whoever stands in our path and then make the women pay, what else?" "How do we even know that there is a wizard? And if there is, how do we know if he can even translate that message?" Kael had made his way over to Andi and was staring down at her with distaste. Little bitch. Kirik seemed unconcerned, "you didn't see the look on the woman's face when I was questioning her. She would have given me her own mother's whereabouts had I asked her. It's amazing what the threat of pain will do. You forget, I am a seasoned interrogator-" "Oh! So seasoned that you were unable to tell that the old man wasn't lying? He could have shown us the way and we could have been there by now." Kael had crouched beside the girl and was now examining her sleeping profile. Her features actually weren't too terribly unpleasant, now that they weren't graced with a scowl. Kirik blanched, stung. "I am unfamiliar with the human species, how was I to know? Besides, this is the best lead we've got at the moment. If it doesn't pan out, we'll come up with another plan." "Time is running out, brother," Kael said staunchly. He took hold of a lock of Andi's hair and peered at it. Such a bizarre color. No female at home had yellow hair. Kirik finally appeared a bit uneasy, "I am aware of that." Kael dropped the strands of hair turned his head to face his brother, "what if we fail-" "We will not," Kirik interrupted harshly. Kael looked uncertain. He rose and began to pace nervously. This was his first real mission and he had no urge to return to his homeland with nothing to show for it. He would be disgraced and humiliated. Kirik as well. They would lose their status. Kirik may even lose his standing with the Elders. No. That couldn't happen. He wouldn't let it. Was he not the best pupil? Had he not beat out all of Kirik's other students fair and square? Wasn't that why he was chosen to go in the first place? Yes it was. And yes he was. Kirik could almost read his brother's thoughts. The young male had never been very skilled at hiding his inner turmoil. It was something that needed to be practiced and would come with age and experience. "We'll not be disgraced, Kael. I've worked too long and too hard to let something such as this bring me down. Some human wrote that code and some human will be able to solve it. Of that I've no doubt. Stop doubting. Only the weak doubt themselves." Kael crossed his arms and appeared uncomfortable. He didn't know how Kirik always managed to know that he was thinking. To distract himself, he knelt down beside Andi again and gently cupped her jaw in one of his hands. He turned her head so he could look at her face and furrowed his brow. "Why does she have these spots on her cheeks?" Kirik glanced up again to regard the girl briefly. He'd noticed the freckles before but hadn't paid them any mind. After a moment of consideration he shrugged, "pigment markings I'd assume." "They're ugly," he replied, releasing her. He wiped his hand on his leg as if he'd touched something nasty. "Seems to me that you've taken quite an interest in her despite your apparent disgust," Kirik responded, somewhat amused. "And you complain about me." Incensed, Kael stood again and quickly backed away from the sleeping woman. He shook his head in denial, insulted, "I was merely curious. How much longer do we have to wait? They've been asleep for almost three turns now." Kirik shrugged again, "I've no idea. No point in following them if they're so tired they get us lost. They'll wake soon enough." His brother's never ending patience was sometimes maddening. Kael's ears twitched, hearing sounds of people coming from within the city walls. They were much too close for his liking. Suppose a group of warriors happened along on a patrol and here they just sat, waiting for it? So much for keeping a low profile. Almost of their own accord, his eyes returned to Andi, examining her again. He was hardly aware that he'd done it. Kirik observed this but said nothing this time, sheathing his last knife. Proper weapon maintenance done, he also turned his attention to the human females. Anya had begun to stir and mumble. She'd be awake shortly. Her sister, on the other hand, still slept deeply and he instinctively knew that she'd be the difficult one to rouse. Maybe he'd let Kael do it. Or perhaps not. As it was, his brother was still glowering down at the younger girl. Anya's dream of home was slowly fading. She tried to dive back down into the depths of sleep but failed. Something unpleasant awaited her in the real world and on some inner level she knew it. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and blinked several times, confused. She was outside on the ground, under a tree. Had she fallen asleep in the meadow again or someth- "Welcome back, woman," Kirik greeted her, cheerfully. Oh yes. Now she remembered. She struggled into a sitting position and peered around grumpily, unhappy with being awake. Kirik stood there, grinning down at her. Infuriating bastard. Anya furrowed her brow, didn't respond and looked around for her sister. Andi lay a short distance off, still sleeping, her breathing deep and steady. Relief ebbed her annoyance. They had not been harmed while they slept. She dug in her pack for her water bottle and she took a deep drink. She swished the water around inside of her mouth to rinse it and then took another sip. Feeling a little better having done this, she splashed some on her face as well. The cool liquid chased away the last remnants of sleep and she climbed to her feet, straightening her clothes and dusting them off. Kael approached and snatched the water jug out of her grasp. Anya opened her mouth to protest, "hey! What-" He ignored her and promptly dumped the remaining water onto Andi. The effect was immediate; she gave a loud gasp and bolted upright, spluttering. Outraged, but completely awake, she bounced to her feet and shook her arms, sending water droplets flying. "You-you..." she repeated, unable to find a harsh enough insult. She glared up at him, furious. Kael beamed; entirely pleased with himself once again. He raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes, holding his arms out to the side as if inviting her to come at him. Anya and Kirik stared with almost identical expressions of surprise, utterly nonplussed. Andi began to shiver, cold water seeping through her top and clinging to her skin. Anya rummaged around in her bag and silently held out another to the girl. Andi seized it, cheeks red with anger, and began to pull her soaked sweater up over her head. Kael eyed her flat little belly and watched, suddenly interested despite himself. She noticed this and paused to glance up at him again, embarrassed, pulling her top back down to cover her exposed skin. "Stop staring at me!" Kirik cleared his throat, gaining Kael's attention. He shook his head slightly and spoke quietly. Kael appeared amused, then dutifully turned away, still smirking. Anya frowned at the younger male and moved in front of her sister, obscuring his view further. Andi quickly peeled the sodden wool from her skin, still flustered, and hastily replaced it with the dry one. That done, she wrung out her wet hair and twisted it up into a secure knot to prevent it from soaking the back of her sweater. Stupid, STUPID jerk! I hate him, I hate him, I HATE him. She thought savagely, vowing revenge. Kirik had also averted his gaze, politely. Sensing she was done, he turned back to the women and smiled smoothly. "There now, have you rested enough?" Anya crossed her arms and nodded without speaking. Andi had balled up the soiled sweater and was shoving it back into the pack. She kept flicking her gaze to Kael, cheeks still burning with anger and embarrassment. He'd turned back and caught her glance, tossing her another goading grin. Andi couldn't stand it and she bent to gather some snow into a ball. Straightening again she quickly flung it at his face. He dodged it easily, actually issuing a laugh. Perhaps this wouldn't be such a boring journey after all. He waggled a finger at her and drew a sword, smacking the top of her head with the flat of the blade. Anya shook her head and pulled Andi away, "don't give him the satisfaction." Kirik cleared his throat again, impatiently, "enough of this foolishness. Woman," he nodded at Anya, "time to get going." She sighed and nodded, giving Andi a gentle shove to get her going. "Walk in front of me. He won't be able to bother you then." Andi rubbed her forehead and nodded, stalking ahead with her nose held high in the air once more. Anya followed in close second, then Kirik, and finally, a very smug Kael. Dark Travelers Ch. 04 Author's Note: You're wonderful, really, you are. Such comments and interested questions I've received - a writer can't get much more of a compliment than that. It lets one know that you are under their spell, so to speak. All will be revealed, never fear. But for the time being, you'll just have to ponder. :) A special thanks to Dixiedevil67 - she was kind enough to illustrate a scene from this story. And she also put up with my nit-picking, heh. It turned out beautifully and I'd love if you'd take a moment to go check it out: It's in the Author's Hangout/Visual Arts sub-forum on Literotica's Bulletin Board. I've tried several times to include the link - and for some reason it just won't work, which means this chapter was rejected several times. :/ She's very talented and I may have to bother her again in the near future. ;) Thank you for being such a lovely audience. Now lets get to it, shall we? P.S. Sorry about the wait - I kept having to fix link issues. -.- Ginnnnnnnna! _____________________________ Kirik watched the woman in front of him. He observed the lines of her body and how her hips swayed back and forth enticingly as she moved. Anatomically speaking, they were quite similar to the women of his kind, just a bit smaller scale. It really would have been a shame to cut her to pieces and, privately, he was rather relieved that it hadn't come to that. What a waste it would have been of such pretty skin. She was also showing remarkable resilience despite the situation. It probably wasn't an easy transition from freedom to prisoner in so short a time; not that he would know. He began to ponder just how strong she was and, in turn, just how strong her race was as a whole. From what he'd seen thus far; the human males were pathetically inept. Two had fallen now, with minor effort on their parts. His juvenile brother had brought down an adult who'd been one of their supposed authority figures. He glanced over at Kael now, who was peering up at the tree tops as they followed the village wall, and fetched a sigh. The youngster was still too easily distracted; he should be keeping a watchful eye on his charge. It wasn't wise to let your guard down around an unwilling captive. And the younger sister was anything but willing. "Kael," he began. Kael blinked and turned to look at his brother, eyebrows raised in silent query. Kirik pointed two fingers towards his eyes and then to Andi. Kael's mouth thinned but he nodded curtly and turned to keep a better watch on the blonde girl in front of him. "We're almost around now and it's still rather early," Anya began without turning. "And it's the middle of the week and snowing, the clearing by the Falls ought to be deserted. We'll most likely be able to cut onto the mountain trail without anyone spotting us." "How long until we arrive at this wizard's dwelling?" Kirik asked, mulling over what she'd just said. "Usually it'd take a day or so by horse and cart, but we've neither. I imagine it'll be about three to four days walk - not counting any stops we must make." Anya glanced over her shoulder and found that Kirik was watching her intently. Her skin prickled and she felt a rush of warmth heat her cheeks once more. "Your face turns red whenever I study you, woman. Why?" "I-I guess it embarrasses me. I'm not used to being stared at," she replied, facing forward again. "Shame makes you turn red, does it? Anger must as well, then. Your sister was angry and grew red when Kael doused her earlier. Do humans turn any other colors?" Anya thought about it for a moment, "we turn white when frightened. Some people can turn rather yellowish if they are anemic - infants especially - or if their liver begins to decay. And we'll brown when we spend too much time in the sun." Andi was listening and had to bite her tongue when Kirik called attention to her humiliating ordeal again. Best to keep quiet, she'd seen their savagery first hand and had no wish to be on the receiving end of it. But it wasn't easy. "What about the spots on her face? What are those?" Kirik asked, pointing at Andi. Anya glanced at her sister and almost chuckled despite herself. Andi touched her cheek self-consciously and risked a look back. Kirik seemed genuinely curious. Anya nodded at her, encouraging her to respond. "They're just freckles," she mumbled reluctantly. "What are they for?" He continued. "Decoration," she said flatly. Kirik was quiet for a moment and then said something to Kael. The youngster looked incredulous and then replied, sounding amused. "He told me to tell you that those are the ugliest decorations he's ever seen," Kirik told her. Andi whirled around, mouth open to defend herself, "yeah? Well you tell him that he's just ugly in general." Anya covered her eyes with a hand but Kirik merely shrugged and began to speak to Kael. The young male stared thoughtfully at Andi for a moment, and began to reply again; this time staring directly at her. Kirik grinned as he translated, "he said that quite a few females back home would tend to disagree with you." Andi glowered at Kael and turned again, unwilling to look at his wretched face any longer. She heard him speaking to Kirik again. "He wants me to ask you if you are spotted anywhere else on your body." "That's NONE of his business!" Andi cried, pulling her coat a bit more tightly around herself. Kael snickered when Kirik translated her words. That had bothered her. He thought about this as he examined her. She was less muscular than the females at home and her bone structure was much more delicate. Powerless, really; she would be useless in a fight. She was also colored so strangely; her skin didn't even have a hint of violet in it. And then there were those blemishes on her cheeks; those were considered adornments? Ludicrous. Idly, he wondered what she'd do if he took it upon himself to find out if those speckles were anywhere else on her skin. His small smirk grew a bit wider at that thought. She most likely wouldn't be pleased at all, considering how she'd reacted when he was watching her undress. The image of her smooth, flat stomach flashed into his mind's eye and he felt an odd tightening in his groin. He paused in mid-step, appearing to stumble and he widened his eyes slightly. He gave his head a sharp shake, disgusted with himself, and the image dissipated. He could wait for a bit of ass until they'd returned home; where attractive women were waiting for him. Kirik cocked his head at his sibling, wondering why he seemed so agitated. Kael noticed this and avoided eye-contact. He'd no wish for Kirik to discover what he was thinking about. The ridicule would be never ending. Kirik narrowed his eyes, "is everything well with you?" Kael nodded, eyes ahead, "yes. Fine. I'm fine." And he was, except for the small ball of unease that was now growing in the pit of his stomach. Kirik appeared dubious but said nothing. He watched Kael curiously for a few moments more, when the dark-haired woman suddenly stopped and knelt to the ground in front of him. She appeared to be digging at something. "What are you doing? We've no time to play in the dirt," he began. Anya glanced up and gave him a calm stare. She held up her hand, showing him a small handful of long, thin, green stems. "This is onion grass and it's very good for treating colds. Seeing as you think we're so repugnant now, what do you suppose we'll be like if one of us falls ill? It's bound to happen if you keep throwing water on us in this weather." Without waiting for his response she finished digging up another handful of the wild onion and tucked the stalks into a pocket of her pack. Yes, they were good for preventing illness, but her real motive was to leave the pile of disturbed earth and snow. Pleased with her creativity, she stood back up and dusted her hands off. That done, she began to walk once again. Kirik arched a brow and frowned at her back, not much caring for her haughty demeanor. He said nothing, however, and merely started after her once again. Andi also gave her sister a funny look. Anya usually bought their cold remedies from the market, she couldn't ever remember her digging up wild plants for medicine. Andi wasn't about to question Anya's motives, however, but reminded herself to ask her about it later. If there was a later. 11. Anya had been correct. The clearing was deserted. No festivities would be held until the outcome of the harvest was certain. The town wall had ended a short while earlier. Anya led them through the thicket until they were in sight of the road once more. Upon Kirik's insistence, though, they remained in the woods out of sight, traveling parallel to the trail. Before long, the sound of rushing water greeted their ears. She stopped briefly to fill their water jugs again, not knowing if they would happen upon any streams once they left the river. She lifted her nose and smelled tangy sea-salt. She smiled faintly, memories dancing through her mind as the scent filled her nostrils. She'd frequently gone fishing here with her father when she had been small. She'd play in the sand and collect pretty shells to bring back to Andi while her dad would patiently wait to catch their supper. The mountain trail was rarely traveled on any longer, most people preferring to use the Path Through Stone. Chances of being discovered before they got too far away were becoming slimmer. Anya refused to give up hope, still intent on leaving signs of their passage. Earlier, she'd let her coat snag on some particularly nasty thorn-bushes, leaving a small swatch of material behind. Not to mention a bit of skin. Now, she kicked at a loose-looking rock pile that had fallen to the side of the mountain path, sending small stones skittering over the trail. She pointed at these, "we have to be careful. No one uses this road anymore and there hasn't been any maintenance done on it for a long while. Try not to knock any boulders loose as we make our way up, and stay away from the edge. There is no safety fence." Kirik eyed the steep path. It looked a bit treacherous indeed. He nodded and gave her a slight push to get her moving. Anya batted his hand away with a slight huff of annoyance. "You're being very rude, woman," he said softly. "You're not much better yourself," she responded coldly. He smiled in spite of himself and gave her another light shove, "you have quite a large mouth on you, for such a little being." She shot an irritated glance over her shoulder at him and tightened her jaw, trying not to respond, despite his prodding. She didn't particularly care for the predatory gleam in his eyes as he stared at her this time. He appeared to be sizing her up. "You have my apologies," she said with some difficulty. His smile grew wider but the intensity of his gaze didn't lessen, if anything, it grew brighter and sharper. The prickles were back, making her skin feel crawly. She felt her heart beat a bit harder, her body instinctually recognizing the silent threat. After a moment of consideration, his eyes dimmed and he chuckled softly, "accepted." They climbed steadily for awhile before the trail evened out. Andi puffed a bit, unaccustomed to such a steady climb upwards. She gave a soft sigh of relief when the ground leveled out and she leaned back against a boulder to catch her breath. Anya also slowed to a stop and pulled up a bit on each foot, stretching her thigh muscles. She was going to be very sore in the morning. She glanced up at the sky, no clouds. The sun was out and, although still cold, the gathered snow was slowly melting, covering the ground with a thick, slippery slush. It was nearing late-afternoon and she felt her stomach grumbling, which surprised her. She couldn't remember a time when she'd had less of an appetite. Regardless, they would need to eat soon. She hoped they would find a suitable place to stop before long. Kirik was also growing rather hungry and tired; it had been an eventful few days and he hadn't had time to eat or sleep for several nights in a row. He began to glance around for any signs of game and told Kael to do the same. The young male had jogged up and over several large rock formations and was now peering down at the three of them from a small ledge. Andi, keeping a close watch on her antagonizer, had observed his progress with her mouth slightly ajar. He'd moved as swiftly and lightly over the uneven terrain as a mountain goat would. He noticed Andi staring up at him and he made a face, tossing a small handful of gravel down in her general direction. She sidestepped these and shot him a frustrated glance, crossing her arms. She moved to join Anya's side when a small patch of melting ice made her foot skid. Her feet slipped out from under her and she landed hard, sliding rapidly off the path towards the edge of the cliff. She screamed and tried to claw herself to a stop but was unable to find a stable grip. "Andi!" Anya shrieked in horror, attempting to lunge for her sister. Kirik quickly snatched Anya back by an arm and she rounded on him viciously, biting at him and clawing at his face. He swore and slammed her back against the mountain side, momentarily stunning her. Kael started at the scream and he leaped off his perch. He landed on both feet and also began to slide over the icy ground. He pinwheeled his arms once, eyes widening in minute surprise, then regained his balance. Using the momentum to his advantage, he positioned both of his boots sideways and bent at the knees, gaining speed. He threw himself forward the last couple of feet and grabbed her ankle just before she tumbled over the side. He drew a sword with his other hand and slammed it between two adjoining boulders, wedging it securely, jerking them both to an abrupt halt. He straightened up carefully, lifting Andi back up by an ankle and dangling her in the air in front of him. She stared up at him, face pale and eyes still wide with fear. His mouth thinned and he tossed her lightly into a large snowdrift that had not yet begun to melt. Anya had shaken off the impact and her struggles increased once again. She finally managed to wrench herself out of Kirik's grasp, raking her nails down his face one last time. She ran to her sister's side and proceeded to pull her further away from the edge of the cliff. Andi was pale, silent and trembling, her brush with death leaving her utterly terrified. She clung to Anya and buried her face in her sister's stomach, shoulders heaving in silent sobs. Kirik arched a brow at his brother, who had regained his footing and was struggling to pull his blade free. Finally successful, he examined his weapon for any damage before glancing over at the two women and then at his brother. Kirik was giving him a knowing look, and smiling. "You said to keep an eye on her, did you not?" He said, displeased by Kirik's scrutiny. Kirik smiled wider and rubbed his cheek, where the woman had gouged her nails at him. "I suppose I did at that. Well done." Kael didn't reply and avoided his brother's amused gaze as he made his way towards the females. Anya stared up at him and cradled her sister protectively. He stared down at them stolidly then glanced at Andi's boots. He squatted and grasped her ankle again, lifting her foot to peer at the soles of her shoes. The boots were well used and the soles were almost smooth. The treading had been almost completely worn down. He mumbled something, giving his head another shake, and he took a small dagger from the belt at his waist. Anya gasped and Andi glanced up, alarmed, and tried to pull her foot out of his grip. Kael jerked her forward roughly and gave her upper thigh a sharp slap. She ceased her struggles and watched with wide eyes as he brought the knife closer to her foot. He made short work of scoring the bottoms of her boots. It may not bring their grip back completely, but they would be better than they had been. Perhaps now she would be able to walk without killing herself. Andi stared up at him, eyes still huge, not saying anything. Anya silently helped her to her feet and gave Kirik a nervous glance. Several long scratches now adorned the side of his face, one of which oozed that odd greenish blood, and his arms sported several deep bite-marks. He quirked a brow at her and rubbed his face again, "you attacked me." "You were trying to prevent me from helping my sister." "I was trying to prevent you from going over the edge with her, stupid woman," he said rather crossly. "As I see it, we're square. You attacked us first," she replied, still holding a trembling Andi. "I let you live - we were even. As I see it, I now owe you one," he said quietly. Anya swallowed nervously and looked away. Andi continued to gaze at Kael, still pale and shaken. The young male glowered at her, irked, and pushed her down, speaking harshly. She landed in another snowdrift, and glared up at him. He said something else, advancing another step and she cringed back, shrugging, unable to understand. "He said, 'the next time your clumsy ass decides to fall off a cliff, don't expect me to intervene'," Kirik translated, eyes still on Anya. "He also would prefer if you'd stop staring at him." Andi climbed to her feet and crossed her arms, turning away from him with her head held high. "Fine by me." Kael's expression darkened further and he tightened both hands into fists. He was really beginning to loathe that smug little attitude of hers. Kirik's ears twitched and he suddenly pulled one of the blades from his belt. In a swift motion he'd thrown it in Anya's direction. She felt the wind on her face from its short flight and she let out a yelp. She looked over her shoulder and saw that it had embedded itself in a large mountain hare that had mistakenly come out of hiding a bit too soon. Kirik grinned, pleased, and went to retrieve his catch. He stopped in front of Anya, leaning in and reaching past her, staring directly into her eyes. He grasped the handle of the dagger and lifted the writhing creature into the air, watching its death throes. The impaled, squirming animal slowly ceased its struggles and soon hung limply, eyes glassy and lifeless. He smiled at her shocked expression, "looks like I caught us some dinner for later." Still watching Anya, he knelt and slit the dead hare's stomach, letting it bleed out. He shook it a few times, remaining blood flying out and streaking the rocks, and tied a length of rope around its back feet. He attached it to his belt and stood again, grinning in satisfaction. He stared at her expectantly. Her face was a bit white as she watched him, still unbelieving at how close that dagger had been to burying itself in her, rather than the unfortunate hare. She was certain that he'd done it intentionally, and she shuddered slightly. His expression became surly, "well? What are you waiting for? Show's over, woman, get going." He pointed up towards the trail ahead. She jutted her chin out, eerily resembling Andi, and turn on her heel without further comment. She took her sister's arm and led her along the road again, making sure Andi was well away from the cliff. Andi faced her as they walked, her face was strained and unhappy. "I want to go home," she said dully. "I know how you feel, Sweet. I do." "I almost died just now, Anya," she went on, tonelessly. "But you did not. Try not to think about it," Anya replied, feeling hot tears beginning to gather in the corners of her eyes. She struggled against them and managed to bite back the sob that was threatening to issue from her throat. If it escaped, there would be no holding back and she would simply break down. She had to remain strong, for Andi's sake. She curled an arm around her sister's shoulders and held her close as the day wore on. Dark Travelers Ch. 04 12. "Stop," Kirik said. The women paused, glancing at one another. Anya turned to look, expression inquiring, and saw Kirik cocking his head to the side, appearing to be listening for something. Anya did as well, but could not hear anything. He said something to Kael and the young male also tilted his head. After a moment, he nodded at Kirik and pointed over to a niche in the mountain side. Kirik jogged over and peered in, Kael followed suit and did the same. After a moment Kirik turned and beckoned to the two women. They went, a bit hesitantly, and also looked inside. What Anya had first passed off as a shallow indentation was actually a deep alcove that sloped sharply downward. The incline was littered with large rocks and assorted rubble. After a moment, a warm, humid breeze wafted up from below, causing a few strands of hair to blow back from her face. "We make camp now. Down in there," Kirik said, pointing. Anya examined the descent with apprehension, all that rubble looked unstable. The slant was much to extreme for her and Andi to be able to climb down safely. "We can't-" Kirik rolled his eyes tiredly and waved off her arguments. He turned and offered her his back, arms held out slightly, "I can make it down. Climb on." Anya felt her cheeks heat up as she realized what he meant. Not wanting to refuse him and risk his wrath, she hesitantly reached up, grasped his shoulders, and attempted to hoist herself up. She felt his hands clutch the bottoms of her thighs and hitch her up the rest of the way. He repositioned his hands a few times, ensuring he had a solid hold. "Best hold tight," he said, remotely. He launched himself off the side, without warning, and she automatically locked her legs around him tightly and rearranged her arms around his neck. He half slid, half ran down the embankment, using the loose gravel to slide most of the way. Anya was certain that he would stumble and they would fall to their deaths at any moment. She buried her face in the crook between his neck and shoulder, unable to watch. She found that he smelled pleasantly of trees and earth, and she couldn't help but inhale deeply. After what seemed ages, she felt a final impact and sensed that they were on stable ground once again. He released her thighs and she let herself drop from his back. He turned back to the hill and called up to his brother. "Oh no. No way," Andi said, backing away. Kael had also turned to offer her a ride down, after hearing Kirik's shout. Frustrated at her refusal and in no mood for an argument, he straightened up and advanced on her again, snatching her up and tossing her over his shoulder. She began to squirm and kick, beating on his back with her fists. "Put me down! Don't you TOUCH me!" She screamed, flailing. He hissed in a breath as one of her kicking feet came dangerously close to his crotch, and he snarled slightly. He gave her back end a couple of brisk smacks and her struggles ceased abruptly. Latching an arm around the backs of her knees, he also hopped lightly down the hillside, perhaps jarring her a little more than necessary. Andi had clasped onto the strap of one of his scabbards and was holding on for dear life, shrill little squeaks issuing from her the entire way down. Kael leapt down last couple of feet, landing gracefully and shrugging Andi off his shoulder in one fluid movement. He made a show of vigorously rubbing his armour clean afterward. She landed on her side and lost most of her breath, rolling onto her back. She clenched her jaw and shot him a resentful glare. He ignored her and glanced around curiously, searching for his brother. Anya watched Andi get up again and dust herself off. The younger girl spotted her and quickly rushed to join her. The two huddled together and watched as the brothers inched their way through a narrow passage. Kirik saw that they were not following and beckoned to them again, impatiently. They reluctantly squeezed through the small tunnel and were surprised when it opened up into a large subterranean cavern. There was no light for a moment, but an eerie green glow soon began. Anya saw that Kael had created another one of those odd balls of light, and she watched as it slowly drifted up out of his palm to hover at the ceiling of the cave. The air was warm and moist. Anya could hear the sound of percolating water close by. Andi was still rubbing her arm, but was glancing around with interest. She watched as Kael made his way cautiously over to a group of large rock slabs and peered over them. He turned, smiling, and said something to his brother. Kirik grinned as well, pleased by whatever he'd been told. He nodded at Anya, "seems we'll be rather comfortable this evening." Her expression was puzzled so he lifted his chin over in Kael's direction, "go see for yourself." Anya managed to climb over one of the stones, finding that it was very warm to the touch, and saw that they surrounded a vast, deep-looking rock pool. At the far end, the water bubbled vigorously and steam billowed from it, rising lazily into the air. Geothermal groundwater had risen to the surface, creating a natural hot spring. She leaned over to test the water with her fingers. It was hot on this end, but not scalding - she imagined it would feel wonderful to soak for a bit. She turned to Andi with a wan smile, "come look." The younger girl had an easier time hopping to the top of the boulder and she emitted small, happy sound. Anya was encouraged by her sister's good cheer and managed to chuckle softly. She unrolled Andi's wet sweater from her knapsack and laid it flat. The heat from the rocks would dry it quickly. Kirik watched the woman smiling and felt pleased for some reason. Kael had found a flat rock that was also rather heated and had sprawled out over it, already beginning to doze. Apparently, Kirik would have the first watch this evening. The corners of his mouth twitched as he watched his brother yawn hugely and throw an arm over his eyes. Kael worked so diligently to prove he was a fully mature male, yet he was still given to adolescent tendencies. Kirik found these traits rather endearing, however, and took care to never call attention to them. Andi watched Kael closely. He seemed to be deeply asleep, his breathing deep and even. Perhaps now was the time to take a soak. "I'm going in, Anya. Can you make sure that...uhm..." she trailed off and cast her eyes downward in Kael's direction. Anya understood and she nodded, "I'll keep an eye out. Go on and wash up." Andi dropped down onto the other side of the circle of rocks and undressed quickly. She folded her clothing into a neat pile and dipped a toe in the water. She slipped in and felt around for the bottom. There it was. She could just barely keep her head above water by standing on her tiptoes. She ducked her head under, wetting her hair, and resurfaced sighing. The heated water felt glorious and it went a long way in easing her bumps and bruises. Anya cleared her throat, getting Andi's attention, and she threw down the bar of soap that she'd packed. Andi caught it, almost dropped it, and then recovered. She made short work of lathering up and scrubbing her skin. She did the same to her hair and submerged again to rinse. She placed the soap on the edge of the hot spring and began to tread water, taking a small amount of pleasure in having a heated swim. Anya kept a close watch on Kael, but he hadn't moved. Kirik seemed intent on skinning and gutting the hare he'd killed earlier. She observed, curious, as he took out a grey-colored sphere from another storage compartment in his armour. He whispered a phrase and tightened his hand around it. There was a bright flash and a small whooshing noise. He opened his hand and the sphere now glowed bluish-purple. He placed it on the ground in front of him and it burst into a large fire, shifting from a bluish flame to purple and then back to blue. He glanced up, saw her watching and tipped her a wink. She blinked and turned away, feeling embarrassed, and checked on her sister. Andi was still in the pool, clinging to the side and resting her head on her arms. She looked more content than she had since they'd begun this trek. "This feels nice, Anya," she mumbled drowsily, "I'll give you your turn in just a few more minutes." Anya nodded and halfheartedly munched a few crackers that she'd brought along with them. She didn't much feel like eating, and was only doing so to give herself some energy and quiet her belly. She watched as Andi climbed out and attempted to blot herself dry the best she could with her winter coat. She redressed hurriedly, looking around nervously. Anya gave Kael another glance, but he was still asleep and had not moved. Kirik had spitted the hare on his sword and was slowly turning it over the magic fire. He seemed to be completely uninterested in them at the moment. That suited her just fine, and she swallowed the last bits of dry cracker with some difficulty. She reached for her water jug to wash them down and watched as Andi hoisted herself back up. The younger girl helped herself to a handful and chewed thoughtfully, staring down at the sleeping Kael. Anya knew that look, "don't you dare." Andi widened her eyes innocently, "what?" "You know very well what. You leave him be. He's dangerous," she hissed back fiercely, glaring at her younger sister. Andi frowned, "but he-" "He saved your life. You're even," Anya interrupted. Andi grumbled and stuffed another cracker into her mouth to save having to respond. Instead, she gestured to the hot spring. "Go soak, you'll feel so much better," she said around a mouthful. Anya cast a doubtful look towards Kirik, who still seemed to be indifferent. Andi smiled and shook her head. "Don't worry, if he comes near you, I'll kill him," she said confidently. Anya arched a brow in doubt, "if he comes near me you will stay out of his way." Andi scoffed, "I can-" Kirik interrupted, "don't flatter yourself, woman. I've no interest in you. Take your bath." The women glanced down and saw Kirik giving them both a patronizing stare. Anya reddened again and slid down to the water's edge. She slipped out of her clothing and eased into the pool with a faint sigh of pleasure. Andi had been right, this did feel marvelous. Being a bit shorter than her sister she was unable to stand comfortably, but managed to find an area where a rock jutted out just enough for her to have a seat. She reached for the soap and worked some suds over her aching skin. She could feel her muscles beginning to relax and loosen. She sat back, resting against the side, massaging the scented lather through her hair with a faint smile of content. She could almost imagine being in her own tub back home. Andi took her guard duty very seriously, keeping a steely eye on the two brothers. She had laid her damp jacket next to her sweater and was now working the hairbrush through her tangled hair. Kirik had finished cooking the hare and was busily slicing it into large hunks. Kael, roused by the scent of food, sat up and sniffed the air, looking for the source. He saw Andi perched on the boulder above him, combing her hair and watching him intently. He feigned indifference and turned his attention to his brother. Kirik tossed him a chunk of roasted meat and he caught it one-handed, ripping into it with his teeth and chewing with obvious relish. The elder brother grasped a couple of smaller slices and boosted himself onto the rock next to Andi just as Anya was climbing out of the pool. She jerked her head up, attention caught by the sudden movement, and saw Kirik looming above her, watching. She gasped, crossed both arms over her breasts and quickly slid back down, trying to conceal herself. Her cheeks turned bright red and she bit her bottom lip, visibly upset by his gawking. "Hey! Don't you stare at her like that! Go away!" Andi shouted, leaping to her feet and moving to stand in front of him. Kirik gazed for a moment longer, then gave his head a slight shake. Instead he focused on the girl in front of him and pushed her back a step or two, annoyed. "I've told you already, she has nothing that interests me. Eat," he replied, shoving the meat into Andi's hands. He turned away and jumped back down to take his own portion, proceeding to gnaw at it, apparently unaffected. Andi's narrowed her eyes at him for a second more before turning to Anya and nodding. She climbed out of the water and threw her clothing back on hastily, not bothering to dry off. Face still beet-red, she hoisted herself back up and took a seat next to Andi. She waved away the girl's offer of food. "Not hungry," she muttered, beginning to finger comb her hair. Andi's mouth turned down, "you have to eat something, Anya." She shook her head and inclined her chin towards the box of crackers, "I did." Kirik heard the whispered conversation and interjected, "eat more, woman. Those were not enough." Anya crossed her arms stubbornly and jutted her chin out. "I don't eat when I'm not hungry," she replied mulishly. He drew an arm across his mouth and still refused to look her way, concentrating on his meal. "I did not ask if you were hungry. I told you to eat. Those biscuits are not enough to sustain you. Do not make me force-feed you. It's messy and I'd much rather not." Anya's brows knit together suddenly and Andi widened her eyes. Anya had that, 'I'm about to lose it,' look. It was an expression that Andi was very familiar with, and she scooted back a bit. Anya rarely lost her temper, but when she did it was always memorable. Instead of arguing, however, Anya merely snatched her share of the meal from Andi and bit into it ruthlessly. She forced herself to swallow it and took another large bite, chewing angrily. "That's a good girl," Kirik said. Kael watched the exchange, eyes shifting to each as they spoke. He tossed the now cleaned bones over his shoulder and stood, wiping his hands on his thighs. He turned his attention to the rock circle and boosted himself up. Both woman inched back, giving him a wide berth. He ignored this, eyeing the hot spring with obvious anticipation, and promptly began to undress. "Geez! Don't do that here," Andi cried, covering her eyes. Kael tossed her a bemused look and rolled his eyes. He jumped down, continuing to unbuckle the straps of his armour. Anya quickly turned, facing away, still eating resentfully. Andi, however, couldn't help but peek. Kael, working on unbuttoning his trousers now, paused, feeling eyes on him. He glanced up, saw the bitch was watching him and grinned, deliberately dropping his pants. Andi gasped and looked away, covering her eyes again. Amused, he watched her for a moment before crouching and testing the water with a hand. Pleased, he hopped in and dunked his head under much as the women had. He resurfaced and shook his head, running a hand back through his mussed hair. He untied the length of cord that bound it and quickly smoothed it back into a secure ponytail. He found the makeshift rock bench and sat back, hands clasped behind his head, eyes closed. Andi turned to watch again. The muscles of his arms bulged where they bent at the elbows and from what she could see, his chest seemed to be chiseled out of stone. Unbidden, her tongue crept out to caress her bottom lip. He cracked an eye open and caught her gaze. It flared yellow briefly, and a corner of his lip curled up into a snarl, flashing his fangs. She pursed her mouth and turned away in an arrogant manner. "It's not like you're much to look at, anyhow," she said grumpily, feeling her ears heat up. A bit peeved, she also began to eat. Kael's eyes dimmed to their original color as he stared up at her thoughtfully. After a moment, he shut his eyes once more and went back to enjoying his bath. Dark Travelers Ch. 05 Author's Note: So, none of you are thinking of harming me...right? But really, you have my apologies. I know it's been awhile since I've updated, but I have a very good excuse; I'm a mommy now. Of a baby girl. My first. :D See? Told you it was a decent reason. As such, I've been very busy. And tired. Very, very tired. I digress. Emails and comments asking me when and if I am going to continue are now answered: Yes. This story will go on, I love these characters too much to stop - but I can't promise speedy updates. As always, feedback is read and appreciated. Please keep it coming; both compliments and critiques. The only way I'll improve is to know what I ought to be doing differently. Also, do keep in mind that this is an attempt at an actual novel. I'd rather stick to the storyline rather than dive headfirst into the sexual relationships too soon. I feel if I did that, it would sound rushed and a bit unbelievable - as believable as the non-human genre can get, I mean. I'm trying to develop each character and how they might actually react in real life. Patience is key here. Remember, this is also my first attempt at erotica so please bear with me. And...and maybe I like to make you squirm. >:D And lastly, yes. Yes, I realize that I have switched back to more of Kirik and Kael's "language" in this chapter - I wanted some more practice at creating an unfamiliar dialect. It's quite difficult, really. Luv and thanks to you all, Ginnnnnnnnnnnnnna! 13. Kirik struggled with himself. Visions of her slick, wet skin taunted him and it had taken quite a bit of effort to remain composed. Her shy reaction had also been rather appealing; it was very different from the behavior of his own women. They were usually more than willing to flaunt their attributes for the men. A faint crease appeared between his brows and he forced the mental image away, finishing the remainder of his meal. He heard rustling sounds and he glanced up. Kael had finished bathing and had reappeared on top of the rock slabs, tightening the straps on his armour. Kirik smiled; perhaps he could clean himself up and get some rest now. Andi and Anya had also finished eating. Anya, still angry, refused to look at either male and was rolling her jacket up as a makeshift pillow. Wanting to escape her current reality for a bit, she laid down and closed her eyes. Though a hard bed, the warmth from the rocks compensated for the lack of softness and seeped into her weary limbs. The soft bubbling of the hot spring made for a soothing background noise, and she was soon lulled into a deep sleep. Andi watched Anya for a bit. Her sister's breathing soon grew deep and steady. Good. She needed rest. Andi wondered if she ought to still play lookout and reluctantly decided against it. She was also incredibly drowsy and figured if she was going to be killed, she'd rather be asleep when it happened. It was doubtful, though. Kirik and Kael had not harmed them when they last dared to fall asleep in their presence. They most likely wouldn't now. Still, she remembered the water incident clearly and she wasn't terribly anxious to have another prank pulled on her again. She shot Kael a distrustful stare. The young male had taken a seat on the large, flat stone he'd rested on earlier and was examining his sword. She watched as he took a small whetting tool from his belt and began to run it along the edge of the blade. Andi didn't understand how it could get much sharper than it already was. She recalled the way it had sliced so cleanly through her bed at home. And through that poor dep- But she clamped down on that particular memory. Hard. He did this for a long while, stopping to test it every now and again with his thumb. When he was apparently satisfied, he began to polish it lovingly. Sudden movement caught her attention and she jerked her head to the side. Kirik had risen and was striding towards them. He paused as he passed his brother, turning slightly to say something to him. Kael nodded without looking up and Kirik hoisted himself up onto the boulder once more. He glanced down at Andi and then at Anya. His gaze lingered a bit too long on her sister for Andi's liking and she glowered up at him. "Leave her alone, you-you," she stopped, frowning slightly. "What are you, anyhow?" Kirik gave her a cold stare, "a superior race." Andi was undaunted, "whatever. Why's that message so important that we have to go all this way?" He cocked his head, mildly amused at her candor, "why do you assume that it's any of your business?" She appeared insulted, "because it IS my business. You brought this upon us, not the other way around. I have every right to know." He raised his eyebrows, "you believe you have rights? Kael was correct. You are foolish." With that said, he proceeded to hop to the other side and began to undress. Andi blushed again and turned away. Obviously, they had entirely no modesty whatsoever. She mulled over his last comment, expression brooding. What had he meant by it? Troubled, she inched a bit closer to Anya and cuddled up next to her, using the pack to prop her head up. She stared up at the green orb, faintly entranced with the patterns it casted on the cave ceiling. Soon, her eyelids drooped shut and she also slumbered. He finished undressing and carefully laid his sword by the edge of the hot spring, making sure it was within arm's reach. That done, Kirik eased into the rock pool with a faint growl of content and leaned back against the side. The heated water felt wonderful on his overworked muscles and he let his eyes fall shut for a moment. Soon, he would also sleep. He dunked his head under and stayed submerged for a bit, letting the water cleanse him thoroughly. He resurfaced with his hair plastered against his skull. He gave his head a brisk shake, raking his fingers through his hair, slicking it back into spikes once again. Kael had finished caring for his weapons and was now exploring the recesses of the cavern. Finding nothing of interest, he sighed and made his way back to the hotspring, crouching by the side of it. Kirik was still leaning back with his eyes shut. Kael glanced over at Kirik's blade and he reached a hand out to examine it. "That was quite a rescue earlier," Kirik chuckled, not bothering to open his eyes. Kael jerked his arm back, startled, "your point?" Kirik grinned, "no point. Merely an observation." Kael's brows knitted together, "and what about you? Arguing with the other? Since when do you stand for that?" "Why so defensive, little brother?" The grin grew wider. Kael let out an irritated grunt and rose to his feet, "make no mistake, when this is over I am going to take great pleasure in ending her." "Of course you are," came the amused reply. Kael glowered down at his elder and folded his arms across his chest, crossly. He turned his attention to the sisters and appeared to consider something. Kirik opened his eyes and watched his brother, curiously. "If we did take them back home alive, do you suppose they'd fetch us a decent price at the slave market?" He asked suddenly, eyes gleaming. Kirik mulled it over, "perhaps. Although, I don't know how skilled they'd be at heavy labor. They're awfully frail." "They'd be the first humans to be offered, though. The novelty alone might sway a buyer," Kael went on. "Novelty wears off quickly. Slaves are too valuable a commodity to just purchase on a whim. Especially if their usefulness is in question. " "Maybe," Kael said, sounding unconvinced. "Patience, brother. We must first-" "Yes, yes. I know. First things first," Kael muttered. Kirik stood and climbed out, reaching for his pants, "I'm tired. I need to rest. You keep a watch." Kael nodded, "sleep well, brother." While Kirik slept Kael grew restless. It was difficult for him to sit and do nothing. He heaved a bored sigh, fell back onto "his" rock and rubbed his hands over his face. After a short while, soft sounds of stirring from above him caught his attention. He flicked his glance upward and saw the younger girl sit up, blinking and rubbing at her eyes. Interest piqued, he also sat back up and watched to see what she'd do. Andi brushed errant strands of hair off of her face and peered around blearily. She'd no idea of how long she'd slept or if it was even daylight yet. She saw that Anya had not yet woken and appeared to be in a deep sleep. Her eyes were moving rapidly under her closed lids, suggesting she was having a lively dream. Andi considered waking her when something struck her shoulder lightly and hit the ground beside her, bouncing a couple of times. Frowning, she glanced down and saw it was a smallish pebble. She tilted her head, puzzled, when another one hit her other shoulder. What...? Kael chuckled softly and tossed another rock up at her. She finally turned to look and noticed him. The now familiar scowl fell over her features as she realized that it was he who was the source of the pebbles. She threw one back down at him and he caught it, smiling snidely. His behavior reminded Andi of the boys of her youth. The ones who would annoy the girls for the fun of it. Oh yes, this had a very similar feel to it. Deciding on dignity once more, she jumped down and stalked up to him, keeping her face neutral this time. As she regarded him he did the same to her. The two stared at each other for a long moment before Kael made a dismissive huffing sound and turned away, apparently losing interest. Andi, however, continued to study him. Specifically, his hair was what held the majority of her attention. The particular hairstyle he favored was unusual; shaved on both sides and worn long on top, it resembled a long mo-hawk and was held out of his eyes by a leather cord. The ponytail fell halfway down his back. None of the men of her village wore their hair as such. Still though, it looked very soft and she found herself wanting to touch it. Kael, beginning to be irked by her scrutiny, turned back to glower at her, eyes flaring again. Andi raised her eyebrows but didn't back away. "You won't kill me. Not yet, anyhow. You don't scare me," she told him flatly, refusing to be intimidated. Her thumping heart told a different story, however, and she hoped he couldn't hear it beating through her chest. She found she certainly could. A wrinkle of confusion appeared on his forehead as she spoke and it was obvious that he didn't know what she was saying. Kael found himself halfway wishing he could, though. He shook his head at her and shrugged. She waved the gesture off, "yeah, I get it. You don't understand." Her mouth thinned and slanted to the side as she wondered what exactly she was doing. Kael quirked an eyebrow, feeling much the same way. What did she want? The girl appeared torn for a moment before she slowly reached a hand out towards him. This time, both of his brows raised in surprise before drawing together in a scowl of his own. He caught her by the wrist before she could touch him and a low growl of warning rumbled from his chest. She seemed surprised. "What, you think I could hurt you or something? I just wanted to feel your hair," she said a bit peevishly, attempting to pull herself free. Kael held on for a second longer than necessary before releasing her, but was completely taken aback when she reached out for him again. This time, curiosity got the better of him. He didn't try to stop her but only held himself tense, prepared to react if she tried anything foolish. Andi noted his rigid posture but paid it no heed as she tentatively ran her fingers through the loose strands of his ponytail. The texture of his hair was as smooth as it appeared yet a bit more coarse than she'd first thought. She peeked up at his face, testing the emotional weather brewing there. He was watching her intently but there was no apparent anger. Encouraged, she reached up and hesitantly touched the side of his head, where it was shaved. The hair that was growing back was much softer than the longer strands, and really, it didn't feel much different than human hair. Unable to resist any longer, she moved her hand over his cheek to see if his skin was as sleek as it looked. It was. It was very smooth and soft but also firm and unyielding at the same time. She also discovered it to be much warmer than her own. His body temperature seemed to run much higher than hers, which probably accounted for why he could stand the cold so much better than she. Interesting. She took a moment to watch him. He returned her frank gaze with another of his own and she briefly wondered what he must be thinking. He seemed to be strangely receptive at the moment and when no unpleasant repercussions were forthcoming, curiosity quickly dampened her caution. She found herself running her hands over his armour, poking at the various buckles and odd decorative symbols that adorned it. She was so engrossed with her exploration that she didn't notice Kael's wide-eyed stare. He'd put up with her previous disrespect and had countered it with petty aggravation, but this new behavior left him baffled. He wasn't certain if he should stop her or allow her to continue. Seeing as he had nothing better to do at the moment, and remembering how bored he'd been moments earlier, he decided on the latter. He sat back, moderately entertained, and observed as she pulled at a bit of chainmail that covered his abdomen. He even went so far as to shift himself several times to lend her better access. However, when her wandering hands strayed a tad too close to one of his swords, he jerked back and shoved her arm away. "Kraltz jhonta melitri!" He snarled, showing his teeth. Andi arched a brow and drew back instantly. He hadn't liked it when she got near that blade. She supposed that made sense and made no move towards it or him again. Instead, she focused on his mouth. His canines reminded her of a wolf's; made for biting and tearing flesh. She brought a hand up to her own teeth, prodding them with a finger. She wished hers were pointed too. How neat would that be? Kael glowered at her for a second longer and watched as she touched her small teeth, aware she was staring at his mouth. After a moment of consideration, it was apparent that the move towards his weapon had been unintentional and he relaxed once more, wondering what she'd do next. She only stood there, watching him thoughtfully. Feeling vaguely disappointed, he cocked his head and studied her with detached interest. Finally, he figured turnabout was fair play and one side of his mouth curled up into a crooked smile. Narrowing his eyes, he leaned forward and grasped her around the throat, bringing her a few steps closer. He heard her breath hitch with surprise and smirked slightly. However, he was careful not to squeeze too tightly as he brought his face closer to hers. Andi froze as she felt those strong fingers close around her neck, and memories of the previous evening when he'd discovered her under the bed flashed through her mind. He'd grabbed her by the throat then too, had lifted her off the ground by it. Only that time it'd almost been a strangle hold. Now, she fought to remain calm as he examined her but, oh, she was frightened. Of their own accord, both of her hands curled around his wrist in an unconscious attempt to regain some sort of control. Kael studied her features with the same casual air, unmindful of her fearful expression. Again and again, his eyes went back to those freckles on her cheeks, beginning to become fascinated with them. His free hand came up and he smoothed a thumb over them to see if they felt any different from the surrounding skin. They didn't, and he again wondered if she had them anywhere else. A sly smirk crept across his features. Well, what better time than now to find out? He dragged her forward and onto the rock slab beside him, forcing her to first sit and then lay back. This time, her gasp of surprise was more pronounced and she attempted to struggle back into a sitting position. His grin grew a bit wider and he tightened his hold on her neck just slightly. She stopped squirming immediately and stared up at him with huge eyes. He lessened the pressure and nodded his approval at her. He turned her head to the side and examined the curve of her neck where it joined her shoulder. No spots there. He pulled the collar of her shirt to the side and down over her shoulder, eliciting another startled exclamation out of her. Ah. There was a small, dark brown, beauty mark on her chest, a few inches below her collarbone. He ran his thumb over this one as well, and arched a brow as she shivered a little. His gaze returned to her face, expression pensive. Kael watched her curiously for a moment before he deliberately pulled her shirt up, exposing her stomach. There were no freckles there either, but he smoothed his hand over it regardless, watching her muscles contract fluidly under his touch. Andi's mind was racing as his inspection began to get a bit more personal than she cared for. And she also wasn't very comfortable with the rush of warmth that overtook her following his caresses. But when she felt him begin to tug down on the waistband of her trousers, it was too much, and she pushed against his chest. He didn't move back but he did stop fiddling with her pants. He looked at her face again and there was no mistaking the wickedly playful gleam dancing in his eyes, or the mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He knew very well what he was doing. He was purposely toying with her. "S-stop," she stammered. Then with a bit more force, "stop!" Instead of stopping, however, he slid his knee over to straddle her. Andi pushed back on his chest again and attempted to scoot out from under him. He caught her hands in his and held them over her head, beginning to take great delight in this little game. Andi, on the other hand, was officially regretting what she'd started. Her alarm intensified when he moved to hold both of her wrists in one of his hands, leaving the other one free to roam. Kael tossed her another one of those fiendish smiles as he slowly traced a finger down her bare stomach and towards the buttons on her trousers, his eyes never leaving hers. Her resulting squeal tickled him to no end. She felt his fingers teasingly tug at the buttons before returning to the collar of her shirt. He pulled it over her shoulder again and pressed a finger against the small beauty mark on her chest. Andi was struggling in earnest now, her wrists twisting fruitlessly in his grasp. Kael chuckled and leaned in close to her face again. "Url va haelonirl il zrut malot drotz," he told her softly, before pulling her collar even lower. "Get off of her!" A flicker of regret flashed across Kael's face at the shout, already knowing that playtime was going to be cut short. Just as it was beginning to get quite entertaining, too. Pity. He turned to look and saw that Anya had awaken and was gazing at the scene below her with dismay. The sight of her sister being held down by the young male was horrifying. The commotion roused Kirik and he stirred, blinking slowly and yawning. But by this time, Kael had already released Andi and had scooted back away from her, expression vaguely amused. Andi, meanwhile, had snatched her shirt back down and hastily fixed her collar, cheeks pink. Kael beamed, knowing that he'd gotten to her. Kirik sat up and glanced around, puzzled, wondering who had been shouting. He saw his brother sitting on the boulder with his hands clasped behind his head, looking innocently unconcerned; arousing Kirik's immediate suspicions. The woman was perched above him, obviously upset. The younger sister was sitting on the rock beside Kael, trembling slightly and appearing a bit shaken. Dark Travelers Ch. 05 Kirik, grumpy at such a rude awakening, threw Kael an irritated glare, "vhaka vria lur krilatirl il harlo?" Kael was looking at anything except his brother, although not bothering to hide his smile. "Url nilot krilatirl prahtiz," he replied loftily. Kirik tightened his jaw and turned his gaze on Andi. The girl had climbed to her feet and was inching her way back towards her sister's direction. Kael swiveled his head to follow her progress, still looking rather pleased by whatever had happened. "Are you harmed, girl?" Kirik asked her. Andi shook her head no, but she kept her eyes on the ground, her cheeks reddening even more. Anya observed this and shot Kael a fierce glare. She snatched her jacket, pulled it on angrily and set about gathering their items to pack them away. Andi crawled up beside her to help. Kirik watched carefully and then he also threw another sharp glower at Kael. The juvenile looked appropriately sheepish for a moment before his smirk returned. "Did he hurt you?" Anya asked softly, concern coloring her features. "No. He didn't," Andi mumbled, turning her face away. Anya placed her hands on Andi's cheeks and forced the girl to look at her. "Then what, exactly, was happening just now? It looked like he was trying to-" "No." Andi bit her bottom lip and appeared rather guilty. "I actually started it," she began. "He was tossing rocks at me so I went up to him prove that he didn't scare me and-" "Enough." Anya took a deep breath and peered directly into her sister's eyes, "Do you think this is a game? Do you think he will react like a human boy would if you irritate him? No, he won't. He'll likely just kill you. I warned you to stay away from him, and I meant it. Do not disobey me again." Andi hung her head and nodded apologetically. "Ok, Anya," she replied softly. Anya stared at her sister for a second longer before relenting and hugging her. "Good. Now help me pack up. They'll want to leave soon I imagine." 14. "We've lost enough time, I hope you've rested up." Kirik said, after they'd emerged from the hidden hot spring. Anya nodded silently and rechecked the straps on her pack before continuing along the trail. There was very little conversation amongst them, the incident that morning had left an awkward silence in its wake. Andi, still flustered, kept glancing at Kael out of the corner of her eye but the young male had seemingly gone back to ignoring her. Kirik, remaining annoyed with the disruption, also kept a watch on his sibling. Anya, wanting to get this over with, marched steadily onward keeping Andi at her side at all times. Kael, still mourning the interruption, was pondering how to get the girl by herself again so that they could continue their game. The mountain path started to twist downward and Anya was rather surprised that they'd come to the other side so quickly. It had seemed to take longer when she'd last been this way. "We're making excellent time. We should make it off of here by late afternoon. Then it's just a journey down the beach. Shouldn't be too difficult." She glanced back, wondering how Kirik would respond. She desperately wanted to ask what would happen after they reached the wizard. Would they be freed, or...? Anya chewed her bottom lip fretfully, afraid of the answer she'd receive. "When we arrive, what...what are you going to do with us?" She finally stammered out. Andi paused momentarily and also sneaked a look back. Kirik didn't respond, only gave them a callous stare. Anya felt that cold place in her belly grow a bit larger. Andi's mouth turned down unhappily and she began to sniffle. "You told us you'd let us go when this was over," Anya reminded him softly. Kirik smiled gently and shook his head. "You're mistaken, Pretty. I told you I may let you live. I never said anything about letting you go." Anya stopped and turned to fully face him, features going white. Andi did likewise, and clutched at her sister. "I won't go any further unless you tell me what you plan on doing with us. Why should I help you at all if you're just going to kill us anyhow?" She asked, adamantly. Kirik crouched in front of her and snatched the front of her jacket, pulling her close. He stared at her for a few long moments, eyes seeming to take in every detail about her face, before he answered, "because, woman, if you do not, I will throw your sister over the edge right now." Andi drew in a large breath and took several steps back, shaking her head in negation. Anya swallowed and searched his face carefully. He meant it. Kirik's expression grew solemn and he tightened his grip on her coat, "remember that you are in no position to bargain with me." He paused, smile returning, "I bet she'd scream all the way down. What do you think?" Andi covered her ears with her hands and began to cry soundlessly. Kael saw this and frowned slightly, tilting his head. After, he leveled a pointed look at Kirik. "Vhaka zoht lur yolitirl il harlo?" Something about his tone made Kirik glance up and give him a questioning look. Kael's posture was rather stiff, giving the impression that he'd been bothered by something. Kirik let Anya's jacket go and he stood, facing his brother. "Praletz drahss khastal harlo lertizat. Harl metzirl wratzeet," he replied, pointing at Anya. He watched his brother closely, wondering what had angered him. Kael crossed his arms and looked away for a moment, appearing sullen. "Melitri harlin tri LUTZ, Kirik," he finally replied caustically, jerking a thumb towards Andi. Kirik was surprised at his brother's reaction and again pondered what exactly had happened between him and the girl while he'd been sleeping. Kael's expression was mullish and set. After a brief pause, Kirik realized that he'd offended him. "Lur zoht drizz, harl tri. Url vraltz jhonta harlo sholit lurl kraloot, Kael," he answered firmly, touching three fingers to his chest. "Lur neel ta eratz." Kael studied his brother carefully for a long while. Kirik was being sincere. Kael's face softened and he nodded, apparently appeased. Kirik nodded back and clapped his brother on the shoulder in reassurance before returning his attention to Anya. "I think we understand each other again, now. Right?" Anya had gone to comfort Andi and, at the query, only nodded at him resentfully. She'd watched the exchange between the two and her heart squeezed with apprehension each time the men had gestured towards them. Andi only stood there, forlorn, wiping tears off of her cheeks and clinging to her sister. Kael snatched her out of Anya's grasp and gave her a shove forward, gesturing that she ought to start walking again. Andi shot him a startled look but obliged willingly enough. Anya wasn't sure she liked Kael's sudden change in behavior concerning her sister. He was walking closely behind her now, instead of keeping his distance as he had the previous day. She too wondered what had occurred between the two of them. She resolved to keep an eye on him and not leave him alone with Andi again. The remainder of the afternoon passed without incident. The trail meandered downward until Anya felt it begin to even out once more. They were approaching the bottom. Relieved to almost be off the treacherous peak, she stopped and cocked her head, listening. Very, very faintly she could hear ocean waves and shrill cries of sea birds. Andi lifted her nose and gave a wan smile. "I can smell the sea again, Anya." "Aye, Sweet. Me too." "I've never been to this side of the beach before," Andi continued, actually looking a bit excited. Anya was grateful that Andi seemed to be holding up all right despite her fear. She began walking again, more quickly now. She was eager to reach stable ground before nightfall. The prospect of spending another evening on the snow-covered mountain was unappealing at best. The weather had cooperated with them but she could see ominous clouds looming in the distance. The temperature had also dropped again noticeably and the sun was dipping a bit lower on the horizon. Day two was coming to a swift close. The men had been silent for a long while. If it weren't for their footsteps following, Anya could almost imagine that they didn't exist. She had considered leaving more signs to mark their passage but figured there weren't any detours off the mountain. The only way over it was to follow this old road. If there was a search party tracking them, chances are they'd realize the same thing. Besides, she didn't want to risk discovery. Not when Andi's life had been threatened such a short time ago. Kirik also noticed the path leveling out and was secretly pleased to have covered so much ground today. He hoped that they could walk through the evening too, but it was unlikely. The two women were showing signs of fatigue once again. They tired out far too quickly for his liking. Kael was still bursting with energy. He was growing bored with the endless rocky terrain and suddenly ran ahead of the group, vanishing around a sloping bend. As the trio made their way down the last of the trail, they saw that the young male was waiting for them, crouched on another large boulder that rested at the bottom. He twirled his finger in that "let's get going" gesture again, and hopped to the ground as the three caught up with him. The ground was now a mixture of gravel and sand. The snow had mostly melted away, which would make traveling a bit easier. The scent of ocean was stronger than before and the women could hear the waves much more clearly. Anya inclined her head at Kirik, who was squatting and rubbing a bit of sand between his thumb and forefinger. "There isn't much cover from here on out. And I don't know if we will happen upon anyone or not." Kirik rose, wiping his hand on his thigh. "There is no issue. Look," he pointed ahead where the rocks disappeared and the sand took over. They did but saw nothing of interest, just an expanse of undisturbed, white sand. Anya glanced at him, confused, and Kirik rolled his eyes. "The ground is completely smooth as far as I can see. No tracks. This place is not often used," he explained. "How close are we?" Anya thought about it. "We'll probably reach the lighthouse the day after tomorrow. Mind you, it's been a long while since I've come this way. I'm going on a distant memory alone." Kirik ran a hand through his hair distractedly and waved her on. Anya sighed tiredly and took Andi's arm, beginning to walk again. She believed she'd had enough of traveling to last the rest of her life and a wave of homesickness washed over her. At least she wouldn't have to worry about leaving a trail any longer, their footprints were evident as they journeyed on. The beach had a coldly beautiful quality about it. The tide had gone out, leaving a wide strip of firm, wet sand. The group favored this area as it offered better footing and easier walking than the dry sand. There was no wind breaker any longer, though, being out in the open once again. As the sun disappeared the air dropped in temperature. The women soon grew very cold despite their heavy clothing. Andi's teeth began to chatter as she wrapped her arms around herself. Anya was torn between wanting to sleep again and wanting to keep walking to generate heat. She glanced up and noticed that the clouds had closed in, there were no stars nor moon visible. If it started raining or snowing again, they would really be in for some discomfort. The men didn't seem to notice the frigid air and were observing their surroundings with interest. Kirik noticed her glance up and, without waiting for her to ask, generated another green orb to light their way. Kael jogged to the edge of the water and was watching the waves crashing in the distance. As the water came rushing up, he'd back away quickly, not letting it flow over his boots. Kirik had drawn his sword and was poking and prodding at the various debris that had washed ashore. The women had turned to watch, walking backwards once more. If the circumstances were different, the women might have been amused by their antics. Kirik noticed their bemused stares. "I've never seen the sea. Nor Kael," he explained. "What is it like where you come from?" Anya ventured. Kirik didn't answer for a moment. He lifted his blade, a limp piece of kelp dangled from the tip. He peered at it with distaste for a moment before flicking the weapon to the side sharply, dislodging the seaweed. "Our home is quite a ways off. This place is very different. There is too much open space. Too many unfamiliar creatures. I do not like it here," he finally answered. Anya was puzzled, "what do you mean, 'too much open space'?" Kirik paused suddenly, catching sight of an unusually large jellyfish that had been beached a short distance from them. Its stinging tentacles stretched out for several feet behind it, ending in a quivering, slimy blob. As they passed, he ruthlessly drove his sword into the middle of the gelatinous mass. When it didn't react, he gave a grunt of satisfaction and withdrew his blade. Anya and Andi stared, speechless. "Why did you do that? It was just a jellyfish," Anya said. Kirik turned his attention to her, "when in doubt, kill it." "Oh," she replied quietly. "Well, just so you know, most of the animals that get washed up on the beach are usually dead to begin with." Kirik shrugged, "now it definitely is." Kael, drawn back by his brother's quick movement, nudged the destroyed animal with the toe of his boot. Finding nothing of interest, he rejoined the group and began to walk closely behind Andi once again. The girl shot him a nervous look and sped up slightly. Anya glowered and moved herself in between them. "Seems he's changed his mind about her," Kirik commented, expression musing. "What do you mean by that?" Anya asked rather sharply. Kirik arched a brow at her tone then merely shrugged again. "Tell me what you meant by that," Anya insisted. Andi glanced anxiously at the two of them, and then back at Kael. "Is-is he going to hurt me?" She asked fearfully. "What he does with you is none of my concern. He made that quite apparent already," he answered, darkly amused. Kael frowned at the three of them, not liking to be left out of the loop. He lifted his head briefly in Kirik's direction, eyes questioning. Kirik spoke to him, pointing first at Anya then Andi. Kael pursed his lips with a sober expression before replying. Kirik listened and then nodded at Andi, "he said you'll not be harmed unless you give him cause." Anya paused in mid-step, stumbling in surprise, "you are speaking as if she belongs to him." Kirik nodded again, "she does." Anya stared, unsure if she'd heard him correctly. "I beg your pardon?" He gave an exasperated sigh, "which word did you not understand?" "She does not belong to anyone. Nor I," Anya said emphatically. Kirik's tone was patronizing, "tell me, Pretty, if that were true then why are you here?" "...I don't understand." "Well surely if you were free to do as you choose, you'd most likely be back in your home and not here with us presently. Correct?" The cold pit in her stomach began to ache as Anya realized what he was getting at. "W-what are you saying?" "It's maddening to have to spell everything out for you, woman," he said, annoyed. Anya felt despair threatening to close in again, "you're not going to let us return home, are you." "If you were in my position, would you?" Anya gulped and felt her eyes begin to sting with tears. "W-will you at least make it quick, then?" He was puzzled, "make what quick?" Anya looked at him miserably, "our deaths." Andi had grown pale as the conversation wore on. At the word "deaths" her shoulders slumped and she buried her face in her hands. "Stupid woman," Kirik snapped. "I never said I was going to kill you. I haven't decided what I shall do with you, if you must know. Now be quiet and lead on. I don't wish to discuss this further." Some time passed in silence. Kael slowed his pace and fell back a bit until he was walking alongside his elder. The women had gone quiet again, trudging in front of them with their arms around each other. Kirik had given him a quick synopsis of their remaining conversation. He'd said nothing for awhile, thinking his options over. "Brother," Kirik said pleasantly, acknowledging his presence . "We must be close now, right?" Kael asked. "Sooner or later we will arrive," Kirik replied evenly. He cast a sideways glance at his sibling, "so then, are you going to tell me about your sudden change of heart regarding the girl?" Kael laced his fingers together behind his head and smiled reflectively. "We've some unfinished business now." "Oh?" Kael nodded nonchalantly but offered nothing else. After a moment, Kirik shrugged. "As you wish it." "When we return victorious, I'm going to add her to my belongings. We shall have the first human slaves," Kael went on after a bit. "Really?" He nodded with determination, "it'll add to our status. Like you said; slaves are valuable." Kirik nodded, "they are, yes. But recall, I said they are valuable depending on their usefulness. These two don't strike me as durable enough, especially in our society." Kael offered a decidedly lecherous grin, "I don't know about that. I'm very creative; you know this. I've a feeling I could find a use or two for her." Kirik suppressed a laugh. "I see. So she's no longer ugly, then?" Kael seemed proud of his decision. "She is unique. No other man will have one like her in his harem. I will be envied," he said with satisfaction. "And you? Will you keep the other?" Kirik was silent for a bit. "I don't know what I'll do with her." "You still have issues with keeping servants of your own, don't you." Kael said. "I really don't understand it." "They are a nuisance to take care of. They're worse than pets. You must provide food and shelter for them or they'll just perish. If I wanted to provide for another, I'd mate and have offspring. Too much trouble than they're worth in my opinion. I can manage my home well enough myself." Kael mulled this over, "well, if you want, I'll look after her too." Kirik's mouth thinned slightly, wondering why that had irked him, "you will, will you?" Kael nodded, peering closely at his brother, "I wouldn't touch her, of course, just house her with the other servants. That way, she'll be close by in case you change your mind. Consider it a favor. Unless you just want to sell her off immediately, that is." "I've already told you; I don't know what I'll do with her," he said curtly, a hint of impatience in his tone. Kael put both of his hands up, "truce, brother. I concede. There, you see? I'm always thinking of you." "You're a buffoon, do you realize that?" "You've called me that so often, I thought it was my actual name as a child." Kirik smiled despite himself, but for some reason, Kael's words wouldn't leave him. His eyes were drawn back to the woman in front of him. He imagined her in his home for a moment, preforming various chores. It was an odd vision and it wouldn't quite leave, even when he tried to banish it from his mind. "But enough about the humans, we're becoming distracted," he said suddenly, voice harsh. "Best concentrate on the tasks at hand." Kael's face grew very somber, and he nodded seriously. Then his mouth twitched, "now who's being defensive?" He ducked as Kirik took a swing at him and jogged ahead out of reach. _______________________________ Translations: Kraltz jhonta melitri! -- Don't touch that! Url va haelonirl il zrut malot drotz. -- I am going to find them all. Vhaka vria lur krilatirl il harlo? -- What were you doing to her? Dark Travelers Ch. 05 Url nilot krilatirl prahtiz. -- I wasn't doing anything. Vhaka zoht lur yolitirl il harlo? -- What are you saying to her? Praletz drahss khastal harlo lertizat. Harl metzirl wratzeet. -- Idle threats towards her sister. She's being difficult. Melitri harlin tri LUTZ, Kirik. -- That female is MINE, Kirik. Lur zoht drizz, harl tri. Url vraltz jhonta harlo sholit lurl kraloot, Kael.-- You are correct, she is. I won't touch her without your approval, Kael. Lur neel ta eratz. -- You have my word. Dark Travelers Ch. 06 Author's Note: I'm so glad you enjoyed Chapter 5. I have to admit I like writing this a little more than is probably healthy - but who cares. All comments have been read and re-read. Critiques and suggestions are also taken to heart. Do feel free to offer your opinions as you see fit - if you have an idea for me, please share. Mother and baby are doing well. I've established a schedule and I'm beginning to adapt. She's starting to sleep for longer intervals now - thank GOD. I've named her Riley, for those who've asked. :> Thank you again for the votes and in-depth comments. I appreciate them very much. As a reward for your patience; here is a nice, long read. I hope you enjoy this chapter as well, I believe a few people will be relieved and I'm actually quite curious as to how I did. ;) Until next time, Ginnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnna! _______________________________________ 15. After almost another full day of hiking with minimal stops, the women were again exhausted. Andi dozed on her feet, her eyes drooping shut with every other step. Anya's head bobbed on her neck, and she had to consistently force her eyes open and focus on staying awake. "You look like you're going to drop dead at my feet, woman" Kirik commented dryly. "Thanks," came the muttered reply. "Stop. Rest. You've done well today," he said. Anya slowed to a halt gratefully. She was tempted to drop exactly where she stood but reconsidered when she remembered the tide. Reluctantly, she turned and scanned the beach, scouting for a suitable place to lie down down for a while. Close by, preferably. Andi had no such reservations. As soon as Anya stopped, she leaned against her sister and rested her head on the knapsack, eyes closed. "Tch, move. I can't stand here while you sleep on me all night," Anya snapped tiredly, fatigue making her less than patient. "Sorry," Andi mumbled, taking a step back. "Nah, Sweet. I didn't mean it," she sighed, still searching around. There was only sand and water, with a few assorted shrubs and bushes. Apparently they would be sleeping on the beach. It was not a favorable prospect. Anya was not looking forward to the sand that would no doubt find its way into every last wrinkle of her clothing. Heaving another deep sigh, she pulled Andi far up beyond the tide line and shrugged the pack off. She tossed Andi her water jug and another sweater for warmth. At the offer of crackers or jerky, however, Andi shook her head. "I don't want any," she said, wrinkling her nose slightly. "Eh, I know. Me either. Try and get some rest. I'm going to stay up for awhile and keep an eye out," she said with a meaningful look at Kael. Andi felt her ears grow a bit warmer but only nodded in reply as she took a small sip of water. She pulled the extra sweater over her head and pulled her jacket over it. Anya offered her the pack for a pillow and watched as Andi curled up as best as she could. After a moment of observing her shivering, and being none too warm herself, Anya turned her attention to Kirik. "Kirik," she said. He turned, expression questioning, "yes?" "We're freezing. Are you able to make another fire here?" He seemed to think it over briefly before nodding. "You don't tolerate the cold very well," he commented, starting towards them. "I guess we don't," she replied bluntly, still in a foul mood. Kirik said nothing further, only took another small sphere from his armour, closed his hand over it, and murmured a soft phrase. Again, there was a strange sound and a bright flash. Kirik tossed the now glowing ball in front of them and it burst into flame as soon as it hit the sand. The purplish fire had a hypnotic effect and Anya found herself staring into the flames, becoming a bit entranced. Waves of heat now radiated around them and she could feel it working into her numb limbs, comforting her. She held her hands out in front of her and rubbed them together vigorously. For a time, there was only the sound of the sea crashing onto the shore. "How did you do that?" She finally asked after a long silence. Kirik had taken a seat a ways off and appeared to be watching the waves. "Do what, woman?" "How do you make fire from rocks? How did you create that green light?" He was unresponsive at first and for a moment Anya thought he'd gone back to ignoring her. "It's novice magic. Most of my people are born with an innate ability for simple spells, especially those that create light and heat where there is none. The fire stones are sold at any market in my city and are fairly common," he replied after a bit. Anya glanced at Andi. She appeared to be asleep. Satisfied, she returned her attention to Kirik and was startled to find that he'd half-turned to watch her, eyes glowing. She swallowed nervously, unsettled as always by his intense gaze. "Can anyone do it?" Kirik considered. She seemed honestly intrigued and her innocent curiosity was rather pleasant. He decided to indulge her, "what exactly is your question? Do you mean; can anyone cast spells? Or are you referring to our magic specifically?" Anya drew her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. "Can anyone learn magic, is what I meant." Kirik's expression was appraising, "I'm unsure about you humans; but among my people, yes. Some choose to go the way of sorcery and become quite adept at magic. Others commit to the path of the warrior and become formidable on the battlefield. And some go both routes and maintain a balance between the two. Quite often, offspring of the stronger sorcerers will follow in their parent's footsteps. The ability for spell casting can be somewhat genetic." Anya was interested in spite of herself, "and you? What did you choose?" Kirik turned to watch the water again, "I'm an accomplished fighter. I know a few spells, but magic doesn't come as naturally to me as it would to some." "So, that's what you do then? You live to fight?" He appeared to mull it over. "When I was Kael's age, yes. Also, I'm occasionally called on to ...question... the more stubborn prisoners. But what I live for, as you put it, is teaching our youth." Anya raised her eyebrows. "You-you teach? What do you teach?" She asked incredulously. A mental picture of Kirik at the head of in schoolhouse full of children, with an arithmetic book in his hands arose in her mind. Kirik didn't answer. Instead, he pointed at Kael. The juvenile was still at the water's edge, only now he seemed to be practicing his swordplay. Anya watched, amazed. The young male had both blades drawn and was simultaneously jabbing, parrying, slashing, kicking and somersaulting his way towards an unseen foe. He wielded the swords in near impossible synchrony, moving so quickly they seemed to be no more than a half-seen blur. "He's improved remarkably. He was quite wretched when I first discovered him. Couldn't even hold a sword properly." Kirik commented with a hint of pride. Anya was in awe; watching Kael's beautiful, vicious dance. "And you taught him how to do all of that?" "I did." After a moment or two she shook her head slightly and frowned a bit. "You said you discovered him? I thought he was your brother." Kirik nodded in affirmation, "he is." She was confused, "then why would you have to discover him?" "Our dam was less than maternal. I'd no knowledge of Kael's existence until I found him." "That makes no sense." "No?" "No. How could you not know that your mother was pregnant?" "She sent me off to my instructor's home when I was first able to hold a weapon. I spent the majority of my youth living there. I did not return to my dam's dwelling until many years later." "She sent you away?" Anya was astonished. "Yes." "Why?" "I imagine she couldn't be bothered with child-rearing." "What about your father?" She asked, finding herself fascinated. "I saw him once, but we've never spoken." "So, how did you find out you had a brother?" Kirik turned again. This time, he appeared annoyed, "you ask too many questions. I thought you were tired? Best sleep if you must. We're leaving at first light." "She sleeps first," Anya replied, pointing at Andi. "You're going to be sorry you didn't rest when you had the chance, woman." "My name is ANYA," she said, an edge creeping into her voice. "I know full well what your name is," Kirik replied, curling the corner of his top lip. "Woman." "Why are you such a bastard? I've done everything you've asked of me. Can you not treat me with a little dignity? At least refer to me by name," she said, sounding upset. "Prove to me that you are worthy of both dignity and a name." Anya fell silent. "Kirik," she said again, after awhile. He let out a slow breath, "yes?" "She's all the family I've got," Anya pointed at Andi. "And?" "And nothing. I just thought you may relate," she said softly, lying back next to her sister. "I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight." An odd expression flitted across Kirik's features at her words. He didn't respond, but instead turned to watch Kael once more. *** At sunrise, Kirik shook Anya awake. "Get up." Anya grumbled and lifted a hand up to ward off whatever was disturbing her. When she felt cold metal under her palm, she frowned and opened her eyes. Kirik knelt over her, his hand still on her arm. She glanced over at it and another flush colored her cheeks. "Get up," he repeated, and walked a short distance away, waiting. She sat up and saw that Andi was still sleeping, curled up on her side. She'd buried her face in her arms leaving only a mass of unruly blonde hair visible. She nudged her sister until she could hear mumbles of protest start up. Andi finally shifted so one eye was peeking up at Anya, "I'm so tired." "Aye. We have to go now, though." Andi whined a bit but didn't quite dare ask for five more minutes of sleep. Instead, she slowly climbed to her feet and brushed the sand from herself with exaggerated, annoyed movements. After, she dusted her hands off smartly and tied her hair back into a quick knot. "What I wouldn't give for another hot bath, Anya. I HATE camping in general, and this is a thousand times worse." "Perhaps you'll have a chance to wash when we reach the lighthouse," Anya replied, shrugging the bag's straps over her shoulders. Andi shot her a dubious glance and swished her mouth out with some water. She pulled Anya backwards by the backpack and rooted around in it for a moment. "Stand in front of me," she directed, pulling out a clean sweater and trousers. Kael had traveled quite a ways down the beach, exploring while the women slept. Now, walking back, he could see movement at the campsite. Looked as though they'd finally woken up. Those two needed to rest more than any other beings he knew. He saw Kirik beckoning him and Kael began to jog back, eager to get moving once again. Andi changed quickly, with a small sigh of relief. The clean clothing made her feel much better than she had when she'd woken. Still though, she couldn't help but lament at the absence of a proper bath again. "I'm actually beginning to miss the cave with the hot spring," she muttered as she stuffed the soiled clothing into the bag. "Your turn," she told Anya and shook her head at the protests. "Change, Anya. It'll make you feel better," she said firmly, sounding like the elder sister for once. Andi stood in front of her sister as she reluctantly pulled on fresh pants and a clean, long-sleeved shirt. Kael was approaching from what appeared to be a rather longish walk. Upon arrival, he gave her a glance, eyes darting up and down her body momentarily. She glowered at this, lifting her chin defiantly and kept a sharp watch on the two males. Apparently, she needn't have bothered, they began to talk amongst themselves again, seeming to pay the women no mind. Anya did have to admit that she felt better. She ran the brush through her hair and quickly fastened it back into a braid. She wondered if she ought to force herself to eat something, it'd been a while since the hare, but her stomach clenched painfully at the idea. As it was, she had to make herself to drink some water. It was far worse to become dehydrated than hungry. Busying herself with folding her old clothing, she knelt and put them neatly in the pack. Heaving a quiet sigh, she also pulled out Andi's balled-up garments and folded them as well. Andi continued to watch Kael carefully, chewing her bottom lip. Over and over she recalled the way his hand had felt, sliding over the skin of her stomach. His palm had been calloused but warm. She was beginning to become a bit worried, thinking about how nice it had actually felt; and the fact that she wouldn't overly mind if he did it again. She wondered what would have happened had Anya not interrupted at that moment. Her cheeks grew pink with the memory; she'd even had a dream about it last night. Only instead of his hand, it had been his tongue running over her belly. She shivered at the thought and felt a curious warmth as well as a soft throbbing sensation between her thighs. "...to go now?" Andi blinked a bit and shook her head, turning to look at Anya. "Ah, what?" Anya gave her sister an inquiring glance, "I asked if you were ready to go now." Kirik and Kael had apparently finished their conversation. "Yes. Excellent question. Are you?" Kirik asked, striding over. Andi mumbled a reply and nodded. Anya did likewise and gazed at the broad expanse of sand. They still had quite a ways to go. "Let's be off, then," she said, starting to walk and beckoning to Andi. Andi, cheeks still red, snuck another peek at the younger male, before breaking into a trot to catch up with her sister. 16. Water and sand. Sand and water. For miles and miles. Day three passed quickly, all four intent on their destination. The clouds had disappeared, and along with them, the chance of more bad weather. The sun brightened the womens spirits, but not by much, and there still wasn't enough heat to take the chill out of the air. Anya focused on the sand in front of her. If she looked up, the beach would seem too vast and the journey too long. It was easier to concentrate on the smaller patch of ground directly ahead. "Anya!" Andi had stopped to point. Anya slowed and also came to halt. She peered ahead where Andi was was pointing. There. In the far distance she could just make out a tall, tower-like edifice. The lighthouse. "Look, see?" She turned to Kirik and also pointed. He stared silently then nodded, "that's where we go?" "Aye. That it is. We should make it by nightfall," Anya said, rather relieved. It was still there, after all these years. "Good. Keep going," he said, a trace of eagerness creeping into his tone. Kael also paused to look. It didn't seem like a place where such a powerful wizard supposedly resided. A brief expression of doubt crossed his features before he also began to walk again. No matter. Kirik was right, as usual. This was the only lead they had. Best see where it took them. He hoped that this wizard would be able to translate that damnable code quickly, but he somehow doubted it. "So, this sorcerer, who knows all, lives all the way out here? Alone?" He muttered to Kirik, sarcastically. "We'll soon find out, it seems," he replied. "Why would he want to isolate himself? Would he not want to show off his power?" Kirik shook his head, "I cannot say. The woman said he doesn't care for visitors. I know nothing more than that." Kael huffed, irritated, and didn't respond. Instead, he focused on the blonde girl just ahead of him. He entertained himself by imagining what she might have done if he'd taken his curiosity to the next level. Perhaps she would have begged him to stop and her eyes would have begun to leak that strange water. He frowned a bit. That idea didn't quite appeal to his ego. Maybe she'd grow angry and fight him. Yes. That seemed more likely, based on what he'd seen of her personality thus far. His forehead smoothed out and he smiled, feeling a brief rush of arousal. Taming her might be rather enjoyable. He was willing to bet that she may even like it after awhile. "Something amusing you?" Kirik asked, glancing over and cocking his head. "Not at all," he lied. "Only grateful that we're almost there." Kirik was clearly not convinced but said nothing more. He faced forward again and concentrated on the faint structure in the distance. His curiosity was growing with each passing step. He was interested in what sort of magic these simple people might be capable of. Perhaps these humans were a bit more intriguing than he'd first assumed. "Oh, please let there be someone home," Andi mumbled to no one in particular. "Someone who will invite us in and insist that we have a hot bath." "Aye. Also, he will be jolly, welcoming and more than willing to translate that message. And then he'll be able to snap his fingers and send us home in an instant." Anya replied, smiling wistfully. "Oh, oh, and he'll want to avenge the way we've been treated. " Here, she turned and walked backwards, glaring at Kael. "And SMITE our enemies!" He watched her for a moment then pointed to his cheek and then his upper chest, just below his collar bone. His lewd smile left little to assumption. Andi turned around quickly, blushed, and said no more. Kael clasped his hands behind his head again as he walked, complacent satisfaction written all over his face. Seemed he had found an excellent way to keep her in line. Not so smug now, are we, bitch? He thought with a snicker. Kirik turned to him again, expression quizzical. "Going daft now, are you?" "Name-calling is very immature, Kirik," Kael drawled, unaffected. T he elder shook his head and placed a hand on his forehead, sighing a bit. *** The sun was setting. Anya stared at the radiant, golden-orange ball with a hand held up, shading her eyes. Same color as his eyes, she thought dully. She faced the group again, wondering what would happen now. Andi stood to the side, quietly, arms folded across her chest. She looked worn and upset. The two males stared up at the top of the lighthouse with identical, neutral expressions. Anya realized that she was very disturbed by the sudden chaos that had become her life. Her days were no longer the comforting routine she'd had grown so accustomed to. Embarrassed to find her eyes welling up, she blinked back hot tears and examined the building in front of her. At first glance, it appeared to be dilapidated and abandoned. There were no sounds coming from within and it had the feel of a place that had long been empty. However, upon closer inspection she noticed a fresh-looking patch job on the weathered front door. On the rickety porch sat an old rocking chair with a bright, new cushion. The small, scrubby bushes that grew in front were numerous, but trimmed carefully. All, subtle indications that someone did indeed reside here. Andi frowned, wondering why they were just standing there. Taking the initiative, she strode up the the door and knocked briskly. "Andi," Anya began warningly. "Oh, what?" The girl replied testily. "We walked all the way here to just look at it, then? I want to go inside." Anya shot a nervous look at Kirik. He was still staring upwards, as was Kael. They both seemed to be looking at something in particular She followed their gaze, curious. "What is it?" "Someone is watching us," he said, pointing up at a small window. Anya squinted, unable to believe he could see anything behind such a tiny window so far up. "I don't see anyone." Andi knocked again, louder this time. "Well, if someone is there, then they're going to let us in." Dark Travelers Ch. 06 A sly movement in the corner of her eye caught Anya's attention. She jerked her head to the side and tensed, glancing around sharply. The beach was serene and quiet. Everything seemed to be in order. She was just about to relax when the sand in front of her undulated smoothly, then evened out once more. Anya drew in a sharp breath and grabbed Andi's arm, pulling her back a few steps, scanning the ground with wide eyes. The younger sister stumbled a bit in surprise and shot her an annoyed glare. "What's your-" she began, when Anya saw the sand behind her began to ripple and surge. She squealed and clasped a hand against her mouth, yanking Andi forward sharply again. The girl faltered forward this time, barely catching herself from falling. "Are you crazy?! What's wrong with you?!" Andi snapped, before seeing the ground shift for herself. The sand was suddenly alive with rolling waves, and there was a muffled, excited chittering coming from all directions beneath them. Andi paled and it was her turn to seize Anya by the arm, dragging her onto the porch. The males reacted instantly. Kael's features were alight with eager anticipation and he was the first to draw his weapons, holding them at the ready. Their posture tensed and they moved into battle position, standing back to back. The elder brother was not as pleased with the situation. He glanced around at the sand, already knowing whatever they were, there were a great deal of them. The question was; a great deal of what? Kirik's eyes flared in surprised anger as a tentacle burst through the sand at his feet and curled around his leg. He reached down and took hold of it where it was protruding from the ground, jerking his arm up sharply. There was an unspeakable ripping sound, and a harsh squeal of pain from beneath the sand as the tentacle was torn free from its moorings. The thing writhed and thrashed blindly in his hand, its grip slowly loosening and finally falling away from his leg. He dropped the amputated limb with a look of disgust when another animal burst from the sand and launched itself at him. In one smooth movement, he unsheathed his blade and slashed it in a precise sideways arc. It passed cleanly through the animal, not disturbing its flight forward. Kirik swung his weapon up before the first two halves tore asunder, slicing through it again. The creature fell apart into four pieces. As the chunks of its body landed on the sand, its comrades swarmed over the pieces and pulled them under. Kael plunged a sword into the sand as another beast raced towards him, the ground rolling violently with its charge. There was another awful, muffled shrieking sound as the blade found its target. He lifted the weapon and the women saw a thick-looking, vaguely cylinder-shaped creature impaled upon it. "Oh Gods, Anya! What ARE they?!" Andi shrieked, cringing back against the wall. Anya found herself mimicking Andi's actions, trying to bury herself into the side of the lighthouse in an attempt to get as far away from the sand as possible. She was unable to answer, too intent on trying to figure out for herself what she was seeing. The creature was strikingly red; its body about three feet across and one foot wide. Two large eyes stared blindly on either side. Three triangular flaps protruded from the very top of its tube-like body. Its hide was leathery and tough-looking, and as she watched Kael twist the blade, it began to flash from red to shock-white and back to red, rapidly. There were rudimentary tentacles running along either side of its thick, muscular trunk, working in frantic tandem. Anya was reminded of the centipedes she'd occasionally find in the woodpile at home momentarily, and watched as four longer tentacles in front lashed and whipped out at the juvenile. The clawed tips caught him along the side of his face and immediately sought to entwine and cling. Kael let out a pained grunt and brought his sword down quickly, crushing the flailing creature under his boot and dislodging it at the same time. There was a horrible, watery sound as the thing's sides bulged, then burst open. A viscous, dark ichor dribbled from it and the arms slowly loosened their grip from the young male's head. As she watched, it slowly stop moving. It heaved one time then relaxed, letting out a gush of sea-water. Anya felt nauseous for a moment, it reminded her of a squid-centipede. It was horrible to look at, and there were more of them. She could see the ground around the two males undulating violently now. Squidapedes, she thought crazily, banging on the door again. Andi screamed suddenly and turned to clutch at her ankle. Another of the monstrosities had apparently sensed the two women on the porch and was attempting to drag the younger girl back onto the sand where she would undoubtedly be swarmed. It was pulling back brutally, and Andi could see a sharp-looking beak snapping open and shut eagerly at the very base of its arms. She realized it was trying to EAT her, and the girl felt a sudden surge of adrenaline. She pulled her leg back and pistoned it back out, slamming her boot into its maw. She did it again, and then a third time. The thing let out a buzzing squeak, and lashed an arm across the girls face, momentarily stunning her. "No!" Anya cried, and threw herself on top of it. She began to pummel the animal, gouging at its bulbous eyes and ripping into it with her nails. The thing flung a tentacle back and she felt it wind around her throat. Seeming to know it had her, the creature's arm instantly clamped tight, restricting her breathing. Her assault on it ceased as she clawed at her neck, trying to free herself. Dimly, she could hear it chittering and clicking excitedly, sensing victory. Andi had regained her senses and resumed her kicking, seeing Anya's peril. She battered both feet against the animal's head now, desperation giving her added strength. The creature squealed in frustration as it was again attacked from the other end. Finding this prey to be more difficult than previously anticipated, the squid-thing released the sisters simultaneously, sliding back into the sand and disappearing. Anya scrambled back against the wall, gasping for air. There were red, raw-looking sucker imprints decorating her throat now. These burned painfully, but seemed to be superficial. Andi's pant-leg had been shredded to the knee and Anya saw the same sucker-marks on the girl's ankle and calf. The brothers had killed several more of them by this time. The ground churned in a frenzy as the squids devoured their fallen. Kirik shoved Kael towards the deck, realizing that there were too many of them. The brothers joined the sisters on solid ground, trying to look in all directions at once. The door swung open silently. The sand grew still, suddenly, all at once. The muffled chittering and shrill clicking shrieks quieted then faded away entirely. "I suppose the least I can do is invite you in, since you didn't have the decent courtesy to die and leave me in peace," a reproachful voice said. 17. The group turned towards the door and saw an elderly, dapper-looking gentleman standing there. His grey hair was short and carefully groomed as was his beard. The simple, blue robe he wore had elegant embroidery around the collar and sleeves and was accented by a bright, golden monocle attached to his pocket. The chain winked and sparkled as it caught the fading light of the sun. He was observing each of them in turn through this monocle, with a look of distaste coloring his features. "Well, don't just stand there," he said dryly. "Come in before I change my mind." He stood aside and swept his arms inward, inviting them to walk past. The women were shakily getting to their feet. Andi tentatively put some weight on her injured leg, testing it. Anya absently rubbed at the wounds on her throat, eyeing the old man with some apprehension. His words of welcome hadn't been exactly comforting. Kirik scowled down at the human. This didn't look like a grand sorcerer; this man resembled the feeble old farmer he'd questioned. The elderly gentleman noticed and shot Kirik a glare of his own, "I never imagined I'd see another of your ilk again, Feylak. Were your kind not banished from the living realms all those centuries ago?" Kirik's glare intensified, "clever old man, are you? We shall see just how learned you actually are." The man bristled visibly, "last chance before I rescind my invitation. Will you come in and palaver, or shall we stand here all night and trade various insults?" "Please sir, we've come a long way. Don't fight, I beg you. My sister and I are weary and frightened enough as it is," Anya said quietly. The man glanced at Anya curiously, holding his monocle up to examine her once more. Some strange expression gleamed in his eyes before disappearing again. He turned his gaze onto Andi, who was leaning tiredly against her sister. "You two young ladies keep very tawdry company, you know. However did this unlikely fellowship come to be? I must admit I'm curious." "Enough of this swill," Kirik hissed, pushing his way past the old man and into the lighthouse. Kael had watched each person speak with a musing expression. This new human was old, just like the farmer had been. He seemed to be even more frail than the females were, if that was possible. However, the old man's grey eyes were piercing, direct and unafraid; a distinct difference. Kael also found it a bit strange that every single creature vanished just as the old man had made his appearance. When Kirik stalked into the structure, he followed suit, but kept a watchful eye on the old human as he passed. After a few steps though, he glanced back and saw the women still standing on the porch. Frowning, he started back and grabbed the blonde girl, pulling her along after him by an arm. Andi sighed heavily but didn't resist. Anya blanched at the rough treatment and gnawed her lower lip, entering as well. The elderly man observed all of this with bright interest before retreating inside as well, closing the door behind him. "So tell me, young lady," he began, nodding at Anya. "What is your name?" "I'm Anya and that is my younger sister, Andi." Anya pointed at the girl, who was rubbing her arm and giving the juvenile Feylak a sullen stare. "Yes, yes. Good, good. I'm called Horace, presently," he gestured to a worn-looking sofa. Just as the women collapsed onto it, the cold fireplace burst into flame before them. They both jumped, automatically clinging to one another. The elderly gentleman tilted his head thoughtfully at this behavior, then turned his bright grey stare toward the brothers. "You've terrorized them thoroughly, I see." Kirik's eyes never left him, "your feeble looks are deceiving, old man. You set those beasts upon us, didn't you?" The old man nodded, appearing almost pleased, "pity they didn't get to enjoy their meal a bit more. I do enjoy watching voracious pack behavior. But alas, I fear you were killing too many of the poor bastards. I released them before more could be lost." "You made those things attack us?!" Andi cried from her seat. "Why?!" "Guests are bothersome. Especially guests of these sort," he gestured towards the males. Anya's mouth hung open slightly, "Squidapedes that attack on command seem a bit extreme. Perhaps a 'no soliciting' sign?" "Squidapedes?" He chuckled appreciatively, "clever. Actually, they're simply called Sand Squids; but I do believe I prefer your term. And I wonder, do you think a 'no soliciting' sign would have worked with these two?" Anya nodded, smiling wanly. "Point taken." Andi wasn't amused in the least, "they were trying to eat us!" He nodded, "they tend to do that, yes. Hungry little buggers, aren't they?" The girl stared, astonished at his lack of empathy. "You're as bad as they are," she whispered sullenly. "Tsk, no need for rudeness. You should respect your elders," he said, peering at Anya through his eye-piece again. "Enough babbling," Kirik snapped. Horace shifted his gaze to the elder brother, features politely inquiring. The elder male produced the scroll from is armour again and unrolled it, "the woman said that you may have the knowledge to translate this script. Can you or not?" Horace examined it with bright curiosity. When he brought the monocle up to peer through it, his expression took on a sharp, watchful quality, "where did you get something that?" Kirik smiled, "so you do know what it is. Excellent. Now what does it say?" "Aye, I do; but it's enchanted. As it is now, it is impossible to read. Observe," he dug into a pocket of his robe and took out a thin, golden rod. Touching the tip of it to the parchment, a faint reddish glow surrounded the wording before fading. As the three watched, several of the letters slid around to different locations on the page. Even more of them turned upside-down and backwards. Kirik was both astonished and dismayed. Kael merely arched a brow and rolled his eyes, shaking his head in exasperation. Figures. The women shot doubtful looks at one another. Anya wondered if they shouldn't try to sneak out and make a run for it. Andi was also glancing at the door, frowning. "This is a strong ward, Feylak. Whoever wove this spell did not want this to be read. Your efforts are wasted besides, this is only one piece to the puzzle that you're trying to put together." Kirik smiled grimly, "you think we've been idle these past centuries, wizard? We're closer than you realize. Now, can this spell be broken or are you of no use to me, as well?" Horace glowered, "aye, it can. You know it can. Why else would you bring the witch with you?" "I've brought no witch with me, old man." Horace issued a harsh, barking laugh, "you're joking. You must be. What are the odds of this being accidental?" The sisters clung to each other, frozen. Who was he talking about? Kirik frowned over at them, causing the wizard to laugh bitterly again. "You're not kidding. Gods save me; I may have said too much already." Horace strode over and bent at the waist slightly, squinting at Anya again. She shrunk back into the couch, eyes unsure as she returned his frank gaze. Andi tightened her arms protectively around her sister. After a moment of close scrutiny, the sorcerer drew back and clicked his tongue against his teeth. "You're unaware as well," he said with some wonder. "What are you, nineteen? twenty?" Anya swallowed painfully before answering. "Twenty." "Do you recall your mother, or your grandmother, or an aunt, cousin..." he trailed off, shaking his head and muttering incredulously to himself. After a moment he started again, "was there some female relation in your family that practiced witchcraft? Can you remember anything of the sort when you were a child? Perhaps someone tried to begin your schooling and was stopped?" Anya's surprise couldn't be any more apparent. "No!" she cried, tone shocked. Andi shook her head emphatically, "no way! We're not witches!" Horace shook his head at her, "no, you're not. Your sister, however, is." "What?!" Anya gasped. The wizard held up his monocle, "this is a nifty, little trinket. Hidden essences of magic that would otherwise go unseen shine brightly when I look through it. And right now, I am watching small particles of light dance upon your sister's fingertips. There are faint traces of magic embedded in her skin. The only way this could happen is if she was born with it." He took hold of Anya's hand and peered at her closely fingers, nodding after a moment. "Yes. This is definitely an innate ability. But it is so weak, it might as well not be there at all. You've barely enough essence to cast even the weakest spell. Think deeply. You're certain no one tried to teach you when you were younger?" A faint memory bubbled up suddenly; timidly making itself aware. It'd happened long ago, she couldn't have been more than four or five at most. Anya recalled being with her mother at a small pond. It was hazy, but she remembered she had been laughing with the woman, having such a good time making small rocks skip and bounce and glow over the water's surface. In fact, it was almost like magic. Anya frowned, thinking she was remembering incorrectly, then shook her head. No. She was not mistaken. Again the memory surfaced, a bit clearer now. This time, her mother was placing a small pebble in her hand and telling her to hold onto it tight, tight, tight! Anya did, beginning to giggle in delight when she felt the little rock start to warm up and jiggle in her small, closed fist. Her eyes flew open. "Ahh, so you do remember something." Horace smiled knowingly. "You should have started proper training with the onset of your menses. What happened?" Anya couldn't find her voice for a moment. Andi was staring at Anya with a concerned expression, "what Anya? What is it?" Finally, barely audible, "mother died when I turned thirteen." Horace smiled sympathetically. "You poor girl. Circumstances have not gone in your favor, have they?" He straightened up fully and appeared to consider something. "I really shouldn't do what I'm thinking of doing," he mumbled quietly. "Really, I shouldn't." Kirik watched the woman closely, dubious. She didn't act like any witch he'd ever been in contact with. And if she was; did she hold some key to deciphering that code? The wizard had mentioned in passing that a witch would be needed for some reason. "Wizard," he began. "You said I must know the spell could be broken because I'd brought a witch with me. Why is she necessary?" The old man's eyes were alight with interest, "I must say that this is the most fascinating evening I've had in decades." "You speak in volumes yet you say nothing!" He spat, frustrated. "So testy! Calm yourself, Feylak. I will tell you. It goes against my better judgment, but I am just too curious as to how this will play out." Horace approached Kirik again and pointed to the scroll again with his wand, "this isn't paper, you know. It's human skin." Andi wrinkled her nose and Anya's complexion went a shade whiter. An ominous feeling was beginning to settle over her. Kirik tilted his head and nodded, "so it is. Very good. What of it?" The wizard sighed, "the what of it is as follows. For dark magic such as this, the spell-caster constructed this particular enchantment to be physically binding. Whatever unfortunate witch had this message scored into her flesh was then sacrificed. Upon death, the message scrambled itself, leaving it unreadable. And, as you've seen for yourself, the letters are still restless; even after so long." "Outstanding. So how do we counteract it?" Kirik asked. "We need to transfer it to living, human skin. But not just anyone. We need someone with some sort of magical ability, or the spell will not respond. A witch's skin. Hers." Horace inclined his head at Anya. She blanched and went even whiter. "What do you mean? What are you going to do to me?" The old man's expression was tinged grudging admiration, "I'm rather impressed, Feylak. You found that scroll first off, I imagine it must have been hidden quite well to begin with. Then you travel all this way, just to happen upon a witch who'd lead you to me. The one man in this entire realm who's even heard of a spell like this." Kirik stood silently, excitement building in his chest. So close. Horace turned back to Anya and clicked his tongue again, "rotten luck, isn't it?" "Why are you helping them?" She asked, sharp edges glinting in her tone. "I've told you already; this is extremely interesting and I find myself unable to resist. I've enjoyed years of solitude, but this has broken up the monotony quite nicely. Come now, don't look at me so accusingly. I'll need to do a bit of research but from what I can remember, the process is swift and almost painless." Dark Travelers Ch. 06 Andi glowered and jutted her chin out, "you remind me of the old troll under the bridge. The one who beckoned the goats and then tried to eat them up. WHY are you helping them?!" Horace patted her head, smiling slightly as she jerked back away from him. "Child, not every lonely, old wizard is kind and willing to help the innocent. Perhaps you realized something may have been off when I set the flesh-eating Squidapedes on you?" Andi scowled and Anya felt her mood plummet further. She'd led them directly to someone who'd sided with the wicked. Rotten luck, indeed. 18. Horace had graciously offered the women the use of his home. He showed them to the two small washrooms on the first floor. "Please," he went on when they merely glared at him. "I will not be remembered as an inhospitable host." "You're kidding, right?" Andi spat, displeased with his teasing. "No, no. Go on. Really," he said, choosing to ignore her sarcasm. "I've a bit of research to do now. Please feel free to clean up and rest. There are two bedrooms at the top of the stairs if you have the urge to sleep." The women craned their necks upward, gawking at the immense, spiraling staircase. Andi didn't want to admit that she could really use a decent rest in a real bed. Anya watched her little sister and saw telltale signs of fatigue. "Go on and wash up. Rest," she said, handing the pack to the younger girl. "But Anya, what about-" "Never mind about me. I'm supposed to be looking after you, remember? Now go do what you must and get some sleep. I cannot be killed, recall? The message requires living skin to be read. I don't want you to fret." Andi flinched at the word "skin" but nodded reluctantly. She was so, so tired. She couldn't ever remember being this drained. She took the traveling bag from Anya and slipped into the small bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her. Anya stood guard at the door, hearing running water and the occasional thump and rustle of her sister moving around on the other side. The brothers sat at a small table on opposite sides, each facing the other. Kirik had been speaking rapidly to his brother. Anya watched their conversation with a disinterested expression. He was explaining all that had been revealed to Kael, that much was obvious. The juvenile had given her several surprised glances throughout the discussion. She ignored this and stepped away from the door as it began to open. Andi stepped out, hair damp and hanging loose around her face. She had changed into a loose-fitting shirt and the most comfortable pair of pants that had been brought along for her. Her eyes were half-lidded and she looked absolutely done-in. "Horace said the bedrooms were at the top of stairs. You best go now," Anya said quietly, taking the pack from her. Andi nodded silently and began to climb the stairs slowly. Anya watched her progress until she was about halfway up, then she also stepped into the washroom to take her turn. Her thoughts troubled, she didn't notice Kael also keeping tabs on Andi's ascent. He watched her the entire way up until she disappeared into a darkened hallway. A moment later, his sharp ears picked up the sound of a door softly closing from way above. "Are you listening to me?" Kirik's voice broke into his thoughts, sounding displeased. "Yes, brother. You said we need to somehow transfer the words onto her flesh. The old man can do that, then?" Kael replied, still looking upward. Kirik leaned back in the chair and stretched, "he seems to think so. But he said he'd need to read up on this particular style of enchantment." Kael finally return his full attention to his elder, "it surprises me that he sides with us." Kirik turned to consider Horace, who was now pouring over some large, heavy-looking tome, seemingly oblivious to the visitors in his household. "I somehow doubt he's prone to taking any sides but his own. Had his initial interest not been piqued, this would all be going differently I'm sure." Kael shrugged, "how long will it take him? I want to go home. This place is miserable as are the degenerates that dwell within it." "How am I to tell? Be grateful that we shall be able to return home with something to show for it. If this works-" Kirik broke off, studying his brother a bit more closely, "your eye is getting swollen." Kael thumbed his wounded face and nodded, "fucking thing outside got me. Stings a bit, but it's nothing bad." Kirik examined the puffy area and saw a deep-looking gash as well. It had long since crusted over, but it looked nasty all the same. He shook his head, expression rueful. "Any higher and you would have lost an eye. You need to be more careful." The elder drew a dagger from his belt and beckoned his sibling. Kael leaned forward immediately and tilted the injured side of his face towards his brother. Kirik carefully made a small slit and watched as a dribble of green blood began to flow down Kael's cheek. "That should help reduce the swelling. Keep it clean." Kael nodded and drew his hand across his face, wiping away the trickle of blood. It was much less painful now and he found that he was able to see a bit better from that particular eye. Good. The obstructed vision had been beginning to bother him. A small squeaking noise caught his attention and he turned his head towards the sound. The dark-haired, human female had reappeared from that room she'd gone into. Now her hair was wet also, and she was wearing different clothing than she had been earlier. Kael figured that it must be a room where water was readily available. Also good. He was thirsty. He strode over to Anya, who lingered in the doorway. She stared up at him doubtfully, unsure what he wanted. Kael gestured that she should move and she did so instantly. He strode in, deciding that he liked her attitude much better than her sister's. After a moment of exploratory poking and prodding, he figured out how the faucet worked and took a long drink. He splashed some of the cold liquid onto his face, half-heartedly rinsing the blood off of his cheek. Feeling refreshed, he returned to the front room and took a seat on the sofa, tapping his fingers restlessly against the cushions. "Ahhh, I've found something. Come here, Anya," Horace announced. A sense of dread overtook her and her skin went cold. Kirik watched as a frightened expression flitted across her features briefly. He turned to Horace, an odd look falling over his features. "Why do you need her now?" He asked, gaze growing intense. The wizard smirked at the elder male, "such concern. Warms this old heart of mine. I don't recall your people being overly concerned for the welfare of simpler beings." Kirik's upper lip lifted in a slight sneer and didn't respond. Horace shook his head in contempt, "have no fear, Feylak. I won't be harming your female at the moment." Anya grudgingly walked towards the elderly sorcerer. "Whatever you have to do, do it. I want to be done with you." "Everyone is so very grumpy this evening! Have a seat, dear. And hold out your hand." Kael's head rolled back to rest on the back of the sofa and he stared upwards. He was growing more and more fidgety as the minutes dragged by. All this reading and discussion was so very tedious; perhaps he could go back outside and have at some more of those strange sand beasts. Kirik noticed his brother's increasing agitation and immediately racked his brain, trying to think of something the youngster could keep himself occupied with. He was very familiar with Kael's behavior when he was bored and it was incredibly irritating, at best. And now was not the time for it. "Kael," he said. The youngster immediately turned his attention toward his elder brother, eyebrows raised hopefully. "Make yourself useful and explore the building. I want you to make certain this wizard isn't saving anything unpleasant for us later, when we may be less alert. We already saw his handiwork out there, remember." Kael was already on his feet and striding towards the staircase before Kirik had even finished speaking. He paused for a moment, turning back to regard him again, "you're certain I'm not needed here?" Kirik had to suppress a smile, "I will call for you if you are. Now go. Be thorough." Kael nodded in affirmation and started up the staircase. *** The upstairs consisted of a narrow hallway with several small rooms on either side. Above that, another set of steps led up to the light tower. Kael glanced around the dim hall with a bored air about him. He could already tell that there were no hidden nasties waiting for him. Nevertheless, he began opening each door and scanning the room that lay behind it for danger. After the third room, the new duty had become tiresome. What he had mostly found was covered furniture, dust, and other forgotten objects. This wasn't any more fascinating than sitting on the sofa downstairs, watching the old man read. He stopped suddenly, remembering the girl. Kael's eyes widened slightly. Which room had she ventured into? He strode out into the hallway, eyes brightening with new found interest. There were only two doors he hadn't opened yet and he chose the one on the left. This room was a small sleeping chamber. There was a small bureau, a nigh-stand and a guest bed. Andi lay on her side, curled up beneath the covers, breathing deeply. The young male grinned and cautiously stepped into the room, closing the door behind him gently. He waited for a moment, tensed, but the girl didn't stir. Slowly, he made his way over to the side of the bed. He stared down at her sleeping form thoughtfully, for several minutes before inching the covers down, bit by bit. He knelt and took a length of cord from a pouch hanging on his belt. He nudged her gently onto her belly and waited patiently again. After a soft, sleepy burble, Andi quieted once more and didn't awaken. Kael was exquisitely careful as he bound the sleeping girl's hands behind her back. With Kirik busy with the other woman and the wizard on the first floor, he was now free to explore her as much and as closely as he wished. He froze as Andi shifted slightly and mumbled again in her sleep. As she settled, however, he relaxed once again and studied his handiwork. She lay on her belly, breathing peacefully, arms tied tightly - but not painfully - behind her. Good. He didn't want to have to hold her down this time. Encouraged, he ran a hand up the side of her leg to her waist. Hooking a finger into the waistband of her trousers, he slowly tugged them down and over her hip, leaving smooth, tanned skin visible in their wake. Still moving carefully, he pulled them down and off of her ankles. She wore nothing under them. Very convenient. He immediately noticed another little brown spot on the small of her back. He ran his thumb over this one with a reflective grin. Seemed she had them all over. Kael watched her closely for a moment; she didn't react at all to his touch. It was just as well, he didn't wish for her to be awake yet, anyhow. He smoothed his hand back over the curve of her hip, down her leg and curled his fingers loosely around her ankle. Her skin was petal-soft and appealing despite the fresh wounds gracing her leg; his grin grew wider. Very curious now, he examined her rounded backside, running a palm over it as well. This time, the girl murmured again and, perhaps he imagined this, seemed to lean into his touch. The corner of his mouth lifted into a half-smirk at that, as she was so inclined to scoff at his very presence when she was awake. Unable to resist any longer, he gently rolled her onto her back. When she again didn't awaken, Kael pushed her legs apart and peered at her woman part. It was very small and quite pink in color. He tilted his head and that little smirk played across his lips again. In fact, it was very nice-looking. Quite similar to the sexual organs of his own women - except for the coloring, of course. Still though, he wasn't put-off by the small differences. He'd yet to meet two females with the exact same genetalia, besides. He reached forward and flicked the little nub at the very center with his finger. Her hips twitched and he nodded knowingly. Apparently that was the sensitive bit in humans as well. Good to know. Without further hesitation, Kael leaned forward and gave it an experimental lick with his pointed tongue. And then another. Soon, he was lapping at her quite eagerly, finding the taste to be different but similar to the women of his species. Andi moaned very softly in her sleep and thrust her pelvis forward slightly. Kael was amazed at the wave of lust that washed over him at that small cry, and he found that he became instantly, even painfully, aroused. What had started as a detached examination was quickly turning into something else. Kael licked his lips and glanced up at her face. Her cheeks were flushed pink now, and her chest was heaving a bit more rapidly. He was suddenly overcome with the desire to see her breasts. Kael reached over and pushed her shirt up, bunching it under her chin. They sat perkily on her chest, soft and rounded like two perfect little hills. Her nipples were also pink, and quite erect. He cupped one and rolled his thumb over the nipple. Her back arched up into his hand. He chuckled softly at this, and began to massage both breasts. The girl sighed deeply in response. His eyes began to simultaneously brighten and glaze over, and a low growl of sexual anticipation rumbled in his chest. He leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking at it and rolling his tongue back and forth across it. He then did the same to the other, nipping this one a bit as he drew away. The rumbling growl became more pronounced as she let go of another soft moan, still not awakening. Language barrier or no, he knew what those sounds meant and decided it was time she woke up. He dropped to his knees in front of her and began to lick at her woman part again. This time, however, he was intent. He closed his mouth over the sensitive little mound and began to gently apply a warm, sucking pressure. Every now and then he would counter this method with long, slow licks and teasing nibbles. He did this patiently until she began to stir. At first, Andi thought the odd, warm waves and tingling chills that were running up and down her spine were a part of a dream. As she slowly began to leave sleep, she realized that the pleasant sensation between her legs grew stronger, rather than fading away. She blinked a couple of times, puzzled, then hitched in a deep breath as another wave of tingling warmth ran down her back and centered between her thighs. "Ohh..." she breathed, still confused. Kael stopped and flicked his glance up towards her face again. As she frowned and began to look around, she caught sight of him, kneeling between her widely spread thighs. Seeing the dawning comprehension bloom in her eyes, Kael grinned at her and began his oral teasing once again. At this, Andi began to struggle and only then realized that her hands were bound. She began to thrash and buck, trying to scoot back out of his reach. "Stop! What are you doing?! Anya! ANY-" Kael, snarling slightly, lunged up and clamped a hand over her mouth. He'd no intention of having his fun interrupted again. He held up one finger and pressed it against his lips, eyes blazing and glaring directly into hers. Andi glared right back up at him, defiantly. Kael narrowed his eyes and took his hand away, a dangerous expression falling over his features. Immediately, her mouth opened wide to scream again. Ruthlessly, he seized a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. Andi's breath rushed out in an agonized gasp, rather than the shriek she had planned on. Needles of pain stabbed at the sensitive bit of flesh and radiated outward to the rest of her breast. Kael smirked down at her, now rubbing a thumb soothingly against the nipple he'd just pinched. Andi's mind was racing frantically. She began to struggle against the ropes that held her. They did not give way at all. "Let me go!" She spat, trying to kick at him. A corner of his upper lip curled as his hand flashed out and savagely pinched her other nipple. Her pained grunt was muffled as she turned her head away and gritted her teeth. Again, when she had quieted, he gently caressed the injured nipple with calming, circular motions. She was shaking and her breathing had taken on a panicky quality. Kael frowned, wanting her to be a bit more relaxed. Her quiet moans earlier had been much more to his liking. His soft, rumbling growl resumed as he leaned over her. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to flinch away, but there was no where to go. When nothing happened, she cautiously peeked up and saw his face mere inches from her. They gazed at each other for a long moment; her eyes wide and horrified, his bright green and intense. Kael smoothed a thumb over her cheek and then over the beauty mark on her chest. He traced a finger down between her breasts to her belly, where he caressed it with his palm again. This time when he returned his eyes to her, his smile seemed to have gentler quality about it. Andi stared, not exactly calmer but her trembling had ceased. Her breathing had also evened out slightly. Kael observed her carefully for a minute more before he straightened, suddenly, and stood. She glowered up at him and swiftly brought her legs together the instant he was out of the way. She watched as he fumbled momentarily at his waist, grimacing slightly. His face relaxed again, and she now saw something poking up out of the front of his trousers. Her eyes widened as she realized what it was. Kael was relieved. His pants had been constricting him almost painfully, but all was well again. He looked down and saw where her eyes were. She was staring at the head of his shaft, which was now visible, with a frightened look on her face. He frowned. Why should she be afraid? Did he not just show the girl he meant her no harm? Arrogant or no, Kael was not known for mistreating the females of his city. Quite the contrary, in fact. He was almost offended, then stopped to think. She wouldn't realize any of that, would she? Hm. Kael quirked a brow, surprised to find that he felt a bit badly for her. He watched her again; she really seemed to be afraid. A small crease appeared in his forehead and his mouth thinned slightly. Perhaps he ought to make it up to her. He knelt in front of her again, and she immediately hooked her ankles together and pressed her thighs against one another, tightly. He shot her an amused, quizzical look before lifting her legs up and pushing them back against her stomach. Together or not, he still had access. He leaned forward and dragged his warm, wet tongue across her woman part again. And then again. And again. When it was apparent that her struggles were getting her nowhere, Andi closed her eyes and tried to let her mind drift away. This was so humiliating. But it was to no avail, her body seemed intent on betrayal each time he touched her. The tingling sensation was racing up and down her spine again, seeming to center somewhere in her lower abdomen. And, oh, it felt so good. Kael felt her relax slightly and he swiftly pushed her legs apart once again. This time, she was unable to stop him. She could only lay there, thighs spread wide, with her hated tormentor kneeling between them. Soon, her breathing turned into small huffs and pants. Kael knew he was getting to her. He no longer had to hold her legs apart; she did so, willingly. Every now and again, her hips would strain forward. And she was growing wet; her little pink mound beginning to glisten. He felt another surge of arousal shoot through him and his hand dropped to the front of his trousers again. This time, he unfastened them completely and began stroking himself. Dark Travelers Ch. 07 Author's Note: Ugh. UGH. Don't even ask. I know it's been quite awhile and I do apologize. But, I ended up losing this whole damn chapter when my computer got infected with a virus. Yes, people. I lost it ALL and I had to re-write it ALL. Ugh. -_- BUT! Here it is, at last. I hope you enjoy it. As always, comments and critiques are welcome and enjoyed in any capacity. Thank you for taking the time out to offer me your opinions. It means a lot to me. On a final note - I did try the translations directly next to the text, but I found it very distracting. If this makes things a bit difficult, I am sorry. :( But, if the format is one of the only complaints I receive (and so far, it has been, yay me! :D ), then I consider it a win regardless. Luv and thanks to you all, Ginnnnnnnnnnnnnnna! 19. After the wizard had poked and prodded at the witch for a bit, Horace plucked a hair from her head and muttered something under his breath. After another brief examination, he appeared satisfied and waved her off. She'd endured it stoically enough, but Kirik could tell that she didn't like being touched in the least. He supposed he couldn't fault her on that though, as he glanced up at the staircase; he was none too fond of it, either. Kirik continued to stare upwards, a frown creasing his forehead. Kael had been gone for quite some time and he briefly wondered if the boy had indeed run into some hidden trouble. He hadn't heard any disturbing sounds or cries for assistance, however, so he put it out of his mind for the time being and turned his attention on the woman sitting morosely on the couch. "Seems you're on a path to self-discovery, aren't you? How does it feel to find out that you're a witch?" Anya threw an irritated glance over at the Feylak and began to busy herself with going through her pack, not bothering to reply. Kirik noted the lack of response but paid it no heed, "no opinion at all? Really? Seems to me that it's a rather tremendous revelation." She shrugged and avoided looking at him, instead beginning to separate her and Andi's soiled clothing. After, she shouldered the bag, gathered up the assorted garments and stood. "If you'll excuse me, I need to go wash these. They're quite dirty," she said, staunchly. Kirik smirked and waved a hand, "by all means. Far be it from me to have the two of you reeking for the duration of our time together." Anya tightened her mouth and headed back towards the washroom. She turned the faucet on and started the water running in the small basin. Shrugging the pack off, Anya dug through it until she found the soap and began to vigorously scrub one of Andi's sweaters. She was just starting to rinse it out when a voice behind her made her jump. "You still haven't answered my question, witch." She half-turned and stared. Kirik had followed her and was leaning casually against the door frame, arms folded across his chest. Anya had no idea of how long he'd been standing there, watching her. The small smile was still lingering on his lips and his eyes were dancing with poorly concealed mirth. It appeared he was in a rather playful mood. "So I'm 'witch' now, am I? I believe I actually prefer 'woman'." She replied bluntly. Kirik's amused expression deepened, "as you wish it then. Woman." Anya shook her head slightly and went back to rinsing the soap from the sweater. There was a heavy silence for a time, and she wondered if he'd gone. "Answer me, woman. Tell me how it feels to discover such a hidden talent after a lifetime of not knowing. I am very curious." He shoulders drooped in defeat at the query, realizing that he was fixated on her again and would likely not leave her be unless she cooperated. "If you must know, I'd rather I'd never found out at all. I've no interest in the occult." "You lie, woman. Just last night you were questioning me about magic. And your curiosity was not feigned." Anya wrung out the sweater and laid it carefully over the edge of the tub before reaching for a pair of pants. She'd worked in the suds good and proper before replying, "aye, I was. But idle curiosity does not necessarily mean I wish to actually be involved with such things." Kirik tilted his head and strolled into the small room. Anya managed to restrain a fearful shudder as he leaned against the wall next to her. In such close proximity, she could feel the warmth radiating off his body and the weight of his stare on her now. He watched her for a bit with that same little smile before speaking again. "So, you're telling me that you've no interest in actually weaving spells. Odd. One would think that a being like yourself would embrace such a skill." Anya stared down at the water swirling in the sink, hands paused. His comment had stung her for some reason. "What do you mean, 'a being like yourself'?" Kirik's smirk grew, "I meant; one so helpless as you are. Why would you not jump at the chance to practice a craft that may one day help you with self-defense?" Her cheeks grew a bit red, "before you and your brother came calling, I'd no need for it." He scoffed. "Ridiculous. You two were at the mercy of whatever might have come along; not just me or Kael. Were you so foolish to assume that nothing unfortunate would ever happen to the two of you?" Anya shot him a glare, "our society is a peaceful one. There was never a need to learn to fight." "I disagree. If there was no need, you wouldn't be in the situation you are in now." She huffed and didn't reply. Kirik watched her for a while longer before continuing, "when we were observing you, there was no evidence of any other person living in your dwelling. You rarely even accepted visitors. Why would two lone females wish to live so far away from the protective walls of their city? Away from the safety of the herd?" Anya shrugged and laid the pants over the tub next to the sweater, then automatically reached into the bag for the next item. "It was our parents' home. I was only a young woman when they died; more girl than woman, really. And I had Andi to look after. There was no time for me to find a new place to live when I had to make sure we would both survive after their passing. Furthermore, there was no reason to leave a perfectly good, furnished house behind. It would have been silly, honestly." He nodded, "so why was there no man looking after the two of you?" Anya swallowed and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, "because I've no man to look after me, presently. Nor Andi." "Why has no male claimed you?" She stopped scrubbing and squeezed the bar of soap involuntarily, not especially liking the direction this conversation was taking. "I, ah... I'm not sure, really. We're both still a bit young; there wasn't any hurry." He gave her an appraising look, "you seem to be a fully-mature female. I can see no obvious deformity or flaw. Do you have some sort of hidden imperfection?" Anya shook her head, "Andi and I have developed normally, thank you. Your concern is not needed." "Have you? So, is it that you are you considered ugly, then? Does no man want you?" She stared at the basin and shrugged, "I-I don't know. It's not something I've ever really been concerned with." "You are oddly colored, granted, but your body is nicely shaped and your features are rather pleasant. If I can see it, then others of your kind surely must." Anya felt her cheeks grow warmer. She wasn't certain how to respond at first. Finally; "why are you interested at all? Surely we're of no consequence to a race such as yours, correct? And, excuse me, but I'M the oddly colored one? I've seen many people with my skin tone; yet you and your brother are the first violet-skinned beasts that I've ever encountered." Kirik chuckled softly at her banter. "On the contrary, I am quite intrigued. One can never know enough. And anyhow, I answered many of YOUR questions about myself, did I not? Would you deny me the same courtesy?" Anya had no argument for that. "In my culture, it is odd for an attractive woman to not be mated, or at least in a harem," he went on after a bit. "Well, in ours it is not." He shook his head in derision, "idiotic custom. Human females obviously need protection; look at what happens if they do not have it." Anya stared at him, clothing forgotten for the moment. Anger was rising in her chest. "If you had never come, this would not be happening. This is YOUR doing, remember." He waved his hand, dismissing her comment. "That doesn't matter. Even if this had never occurred, the way you two live is still irresponsible. Or, are you also too foolish to realize that your comfortable little society could be dashed in an instant? Everything will always change and nothing is ever certain. Peace and safety least of all." Kirik took in her stricken expression with obvious enjoyment. He leaned over to whisper in her ear, "I think now you know this, though." Anya cringed back and shook her head. "Not so! And even if it was, the King has trained soldiers to protect the people if such a thing were to-" He laughed. It was a harsh, flat sound; but a laugh nonetheless. "Oh! You mean that human male that so valiantly came to your aid when we first met? The one that my brother -my adolescent brother- so easily dispatched? Those are the warriors of your clan? I see. Perhaps my previous theory about the women of your species needing male protection was unfounded. Even if you had belonged to a man it probably wouldn't have mattered much." "Our people do not belong to one another. A woman and a man may or may not live together because they do or do not wish to. But it is usually a mutual decision because they have fallen in love with one another." Kirik appeared confused, "I am unfamiliar with that term." Anya's expression revealed amused contempt and she shook her head. "That doesn't surprise me at all." The Feylak smiled, enjoying himself immensely. Back home, there weren't any who dared to speak to him in such a fashion. Of course, Kael did. Frequently. But certainly no one else. Kirik was finding it just a tad bit entertaining to have someone to verbally spar with besides his sibling. "You have hidden fire in you, woman." "And you're clearly carved from ice," she replied, going back to her washing. Kirik considered, "fitting enough, I suppose." "Pardon?" He straightened and stretched a bit, "I meant; being 'carved from ice' is a fitting enough description. Considering that there is an abundance of it where I am from." Anya's curiosity was piqued once again. As far as she knew, there was only one unexplored place left on the map, and it was said to be frozen. She debated with herself briefly, and then decided to just ask. The worst he could do was not give her an answer. She hoped. "Where are you from?" He was silent for a moment, his features thoughtful. He saw no reason why she shouldn't know, since it was beginning to become more and more apparent that it was where she would most likely end up. "I believe it is known to most as The Deadlands. It's proper name, though, is The Ice Flats." She was shocked. She'd only heard of The Deadlands by story alone. It lay on the very outer edges of the realm. On the maps she'd seen, instead of the symbols and names of villages or cities that you would expect; that particular area was labeled with a large question mark and nothing else. No one she'd heard of or knew had ever actually dared to breech the boundary. What had been told, however, was that it grew colder and bleaker and darker the closer you got to that invisible border; and all living things ceased to be. It had been assumed by most to be completely uninhabitable and therefore, deserted. "Nothing can survive in that place. It's a frozen wasteland." She shook her head, "I don't believe you." "It doesn't matter whether you believe me or not, the fact that remains is that is where I am from. And while it is frozen, it is not a wasteland. There are many creatures that have adapted and not only survive, but thrive there." "Impossible. It is wholly unexplored. There is no documented evidence of-" Kirik interrupted harshly, "unexplored by YOUR kind perhaps. You forget, Pretty, that there are other beings that share this world with humans. While it's true that no human has ever wandered into our territory, many other races have. Some have even been ...convinced... to stay and have evolved over the years." Anya jutted her chin out stubbornly, "we'd have gotten wind of SOMEthing then. Someone would have-" She broke off, suddenly remembering that evening so long ago. The one where the elf maiden, Miri, had given her that strange warning. The woman had been very vague about the trouble. But then again, Miri had always been a bit distant. Always courteous, but never overly friendly. Anya recalled how surprised she had been that the elf had actually offered such a favor. Kirik watched her carefully, wondering what was working its way through her head. It was apparent that she was mulling something over. "No, maybe not," she muttered to herself. "None of the Forest Folk ever really mingle with us. Why would we hear of their business?" "Why indeed?" She threw a startled look at him, almost as if she'd forgotten he was there. Something else dawned on her. "That is why you can stand the cold weather so well, then?" Kirik nodded, "yes." "And why you said your people are especially adept at magic that generates heat and light?" Again, he nodded. "Also yes. Very good." "So, does heat harm you?" Kirik arched a brow and threw her a sardonic glance, "if it weakened us, why would we bother to conjure it?" Anya shrugged, unaffected. "It was always my understanding that ice creatures are usually opposed to warmth." "I'm actually quite fond of heat. We are all drawn to and enjoy warmth. It is somewhat of a rarity where I live, after all." Anya remembered something else that she'd been puzzled about. "What about when you told me that you don't like it here because it's too open?" She'd forgotten her chore completely now, utterly fascinated once again. Kirik examined her face as she gave him her rapt attention. Her eyes were wide, direct and sparkling with curiosity. He recognized that hungry look. It was the same need-to-know expression that crept over his own features when he was intent on figuring something out; be it from book or being. "When you're very interested in something, your eyes burn. Did you know that, woman?" Her blush deepened and she swallowed. He slowly reached out and slid his palm over her reddening cheek. "And whenever I focus too closely on you, your skin burns as well." Anya was taken aback for a moment, mesmerized by his warm touch. They stared at one another for what seemed like a long time before the spell was broken by someone clearing their throat at the doorway. "As much as I'd hate to break up this charming little tête à tête, I've discovered something else and I need to borrow her again." 20. Horace's face was grimly amused as he gazed upon the scene in his bathroom. When he'd spoken, the large Feylak had jerked his hand away from the woman's cheek quickly, as if he'd been burned. Anya clutched the bar of soap in both hands and gave him an unhappy glance. She wasn't looking forward to whatever invasion of privacy would come next. Becoming impatient, the wizard beckoned her. "Come on, come on! Don't just stand there looking daft. We've much to do!" She glowered at him and turned the water off with a quick, impatient gesture. Wiping her hands dry on her thighs, she took her time in following Horace back to his book-laden desk. He gestured to an empty chair just opposite of his. "Sit, sit." Anya sat. She had just folded her hands in her lap and was waiting patiently when the wizard snatched her wrist and twisted it so her hand was palm facing up. Without so much as a word of warning he ran the point of a small dagger across her flesh, opening up a thin cut. Blood welled up along the edges of the broken skin and trickled slowly down her wrist. She gasped as pain struck her a moment later and she attempted to pull out of his grip. "Tut, it's a small wound, nothing more," Horace snapped impatiently, holding on tightly. His feeble appearance belied his strength; Anya was unable to free herself. Holding a small vial under the stream of blood, the wizard captured several drops and grunted in satisfaction. "Well, the first two ingredients have been collected. I don't particularly imagine that the others will be as easy to come by, though." Kirik's expression sharpened, "what exactly do you mean, old man? What are these ingredients that you speak of?" Horace turned an eye on the creature, humor twinkling in it momentarily, "do you suppose that I need only to wave my hands, chant a pretty poem and these words will just appear on her flesh, simple as that? Tsk, tsk, Feylak, this sort of magic does not work that way. I'll need to brew a potion. And what do potions usually require? Why, ingredients of course! Imagine that." Anya sat there, clutching her injured hand. The wizard seemed to take notice of her again and appeared surprised about something. "Oh! Young lady, do forgive me. What an oaf I'm being." With that said, he drew his golden wand and touched the tip of it to her palm. Her hand glowed a brief rose color and began to warm up. She watched in amazement as the pain faded and the wound slowly knitted together. After a short moment, no trace of the cut remained. "There now, all healed. Shall I kiss it better for good measure?" Horace tipped her an amused wink. She quickly stood and backed out of his reach, shaking her head. "Not necessary. Are we done, then?" He nodded and waved her off once more, "we are. For now. Go continue with what you were doing." Appearing rather upset, she nodded and quickly and scuttled off to the washroom to finish the laundry. Kirik remained behind, a speculative expression on his face. "So you've found out the way to transfer the script?" The wizard nodded, "obviously." Kirik bristled visibly; this man irked him to no end. "Do tell." Horace pressed a small cork into the opening of the little glass bottle. The woman's blood was safely encased inside. He put the vial in a small pouch which he in turn placed in a drawer of his desk. "This is going to be quite an adventure! I must say I'm excited." "I do not understand." "Of course you don't. If you did, I rather doubt you'd be here," the wizard replied. "Damn you, old man! Can I not get a straight answer out of you?" Horace appeared hurt, "you're entirely unpleasant, you know. You keep this up and you'll never win her affections." Kirik stared, speechless. The sorcerer laughed, genuinely amused. "Don't get yourself all worked up, I shall tell you. There is quite a list of ingredients to make this tonic. Some I have, can get, or know where to obtain them. Others, not so much; but, I have connections that might. The first two, as you've seen, were a bit of blood and hair from the witch herself." The Feylak shifted, mulling it over. "So, you're coming with us." "Of course I am. How else would you be able to perform the ritual? This shall be fun! I can hardly wait." Kirik didn't appear as eager. Horace wave a hand in dismissal, "Oh, pish. You're quite the stick-in-the-mud, aren't you?" "I don't know what that means." The wizard was about to reply when footsteps caught their attention. Kael had finally returned and was strolling down the steps with a pleased expression consuming his features. "It's about time, youngling. I was about to go up to see if you'd gotten lost," Kirik snapped, annoyed. Kael paused momentarily, brow arched, then began to saunter down the last few steps at an ever slower pace. "All is well, brother. No secret baddies present," he reported, smiling broadly. Dark Travelers Ch. 07 Kirik narrowed his eyes at his sibling. The boy seemed to be much too pleased with himself for completing a mere scouting duty. "Did you search everywhere?" The juvenile chuckled secretively and nodded, "yes, brother. Everywhere. I was very, very thorough." He took a seat on the couch again, laced his fingers together behind his head, and leaned back comfortably. The elder frowned. Kael was behaving very suspiciously. For a moment, Kirik was stymied; then he raised his brows in realization. "What have you done?" The younger was the picture of innocence. "What have I done? Nothing. You're always accusing me. What an unkind big brother you are." Kael was sulking as he spoke this last bit, but Kirik saw mischief lurking underneath. "You know perfectly well what I mean. What did you do to her?" This time, a brief expression of stubborn petulance flashed across the youngster's face. "I did what I've every right to do. She's mine, so I made her mine." Kirik raised a hand to his forehead and closed his eyes. This would only complicate things further. "I'll not have your libido distracting you from your goal, Kael. You need to focus on the task at hand." The juvenile lifted his upper lip in a sneer, "I am not distracted. And if I am, I'm not the only one." He leveled a pointed look at his elder brother. Kirik sighed and shook his head, "did you harm her? Will she be even more of a burden now? If she slows us down, I'll have to-" Kael's eyes flashed yellow. "You'll do nothing to her," he interjected swiftly. "Besides, she's fine. I did not injure her. She might walk a bit funny for a day or two but-" Kirik clapped both hands over his ears and shook his head. "Enough! I don't need to hear any more!" The younger sibling grinned, pleased. "Does it sicken you, big brother? Wonderful! I have found another way to be a bother to you. Oh, what fun times will be had!" The elder glared down at his brother, "see to it that you do not lose concentration, otherwise I will take appropriate measures." Kael grew very still, his gaze boring into Kirik's. "And what measures might those be?" He asked softly. "If that girl hinders you, us, or this mission in any way, I WILL kill her." "Do that, and I shall kill yours." "Then we will fail. The witch is necessary to us. Her sister is not." The juvenile appeared mullish, but Kirik had a point. "I will not lose focus, elder. You've my word." Kirik was appeased, "make certain you don't. This is the last I will comment on the matter." Kael nodded, still looking a bit more displeased than he had when he'd first entered the room. Kirik found a certain amount of satisfaction in this; it meant that at the very least, the boy wasn't thinking with his cock any longer. For the time being, of course. Ever since Kael had discovered the joys of women, he'd gone rather overboard. His reputation among the clans had spread quickly, and he'd become quite the terror of the Feylak girls. Still though, he had never allowed it to sully his battle performance. The boy worked and honed his skills as diligently as he ever had. Perhaps he was underestimating Kael. Surely the human girl wouldn't be able to affect his brother's focus. Of course not. "So, did anything happen while I was up there?" Kael asked, mostly to change the subject. "Indeed. The good news is; the old man has found another answer to our puzzle. The bad news is that our party has increased by one." The juvenile widened his eyes and straightened up, "what?" Kirik nodded, "you heard me. There is some sort of potion that needs to be prepared in order for the transfer to work. He has the list, he knows where most of these items are, and so he shall come along." Kael sighed and fell back against the cushions once again, "this is beginning to become bothersome." "Welcome to adulthood, youngling. It only gets more difficult as you go on." The younger brother grumbled and rubbed his hands over his face. "It's lovely to discover that there will be so much to look forward to." Anya reappeared from the washroom with a substantially lighter-looking travel pack slung over her shoulder. The two brothers both turned to look as they heard her enter. She stopped short, uncomfortable with their scrutiny. "What? Have I missed something?" She asked, uneasily. "Nothing that concerns you," Kirik replied, dryly. He wondered what her reaction would be when her sister told her of Kael's recent attentions. He doubted she'd be at all thrilled. She stood there a moment longer, wringing her hands together anxiously, before nodding and peering around uncertainly. She'd no idea what she ought to do with herself now. The younger brother had taken a seat directly in the center of the couch; and there was no way she was going to sit next to him. Anya wondered if she was still required to be nearby, or if she could finally go upstairs and get some sleep. Horace glanced up and saw her indecision. "You look exhausted, dear. Why don't you get some rest? I've all I need from you for the time being." She grimaced at the word 'dear' but nodded slowly. Anya turned to give Kirik a questioning look, wondering if he'd allow her to leave his sight. "I trust that will be all right? I'm very tired." The elder nodded and gestured towards the stairs. "Go on and sleep. You'll definitely need it." Anya frowned, confused; having not been in the same room when Kirik and Horace had had their discussion. Kirik didn't offer anything further, however, so she shrugged and began to climb the steps. She grew weary about halfway up, and paused to catch her breath. She wondered why she was so light-headed, then remembered that neither she nor Andi had eaten very well over the last several days. Tomorrow she would ask Horace if he would allow her to prepare a proper meal for the lot of them. She rather missed simple tasks like cooking. Sighing, she began to ascend again. *** Andi wept. To say she was confused would be a gross understatement. In fact, she couldn't remember a time when she'd felt more undone than she did at this moment. The sarcastic, unforgiving head-voice that had suddenly decided to pipe up wasn't helping matters in the least, either. You liked it, admit it. The voice murmured. "I didn't!" She whispered back, fiercely. No? You certainly were sounded like you were enjoying yourself. "Shut-UP!" Andi hissed, clasping her hands over her ears. Thankfully, it did. The girl sniffled and swiped her hands over her cheeks, attempting to dry her tears. She sat on the bed, fully-clothed now. It'd taken awhile for her to find the courage to do so, however, even after Kael had left. Andi had remained motionless the entire time he'd been redressing himself. With his back to her, she could see the several long, parallel scratches she'd inflicted trailing down his back. She'd had a moment of savage triumph at this sight, when he'd buckled the last strap into place and turned to regard her once more. Andi cringed back into the mattress, horrified that he might come at her again. He hadn't, though. Rather, Kael had merely crouched, retrieved her articles of clothing, and tossed them over to her. "Vrilit lurlvaz, Hrila. Ozt orla vrat, ril zan," he'd said quietly. After, he had turned and left her, without so much as another look back. As the door clicked shut, Andi remained frozen in place for several moments. Then, as if she had suddenly realized herself, she began to scramble madly to dress. During her rush, she wasn't mindful of any aches or pains. Now, however, she was a medley of them. Her shoulder throbbed where he'd bitten her. Her nipples were tender and sore. And she didn't even want to think about how she felt between her legs. The numbness had worn off, leaving her feeling raw and used. Slowly, she reached a hand down into her pants and gingerly tested the wounded flesh. When she retrieved it and peered at her fingers, she saw that they were streaked with a bit of blood and some other fluid. It was an opaque, pastel blue in color, and rather sticky. She made a face, suddenly realizing what it was, and quickly wiped her hand off on the carpet; disgust apparent on her features. After, Andi shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself. She closed her eyes and tried to take a couple of deep breaths, attempting to maintain some sort of calm. What she really wanted to do was go back downstairs and cleanse herself. But that would mean seeing HIM again, and she just couldn't bare to. What about tomorrow? The voice asked, sweetly. Andi shook her head; unwilling to consider tomorrow. She didn't even want to think about five minutes from now. She'd never felt so wretched in her entire life. What was even worse were the tendrils of guilt that were beginning to curl around her. Guilt. Because deep down, she HAD enjoyed it. A light knock on the door. Andi jumped, heart in her throat. "Andi? Are you in there?" a voice intoned softly. Anya. Andi almost called out to her, then changed her mind and dove under the covers. Just as she'd settled, she heard the door creak open and another whispered, "Andi?" She didn't answer, but pretended to be asleep. She couldn't talk to Anya about it just yet. If she told Anya, she would have to re-live it all over again and it was just too soon. Besides, hadn't Anya warned her not to antagonize him? And now look what she'd gotten herself into. Just look. Andi squeezed her eyes shut and didn't move as she felt Anya climb into bed next to her. As her older sister cuddled up against her, Andi finally found some comfort in her warmth and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. 21. The sisters slept soundly for the first time in several long, arduous days. In the morning, the sun rose without them with it. "They sleep too much," Kael complained to his brother. "They are different than us." Kael shrugged and paced impatiently. He'd attempted to go and wake them hours ago, but Horace had spoken up. "The women are utterly exhausted. You two need to let them rest. Else this journey will only be drawn out further." Kirik agreed amicably enough, feeling rather generous. They had come very far and had found out quite a lot. And seeing as they now had a definite game-plan, he was in a good mood. "The wizard is right, Kael. Let the women sleep; we've a path to follow now. All will be well." The younger brother shot his elder an irritated glare and had begun his restless pacing. Now, hours later, it was wearing on Kirik. "Sit down, already! You're driving me mad." Kael stopped and considered him for a moment, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, then began to pace again. Heaving a sigh, Kirik merely turned his attention to the old man. Horace was prattling on to himself and moving about in quick little bursts collecting anything and everything he thought he'd need for the trip, and perhaps a few items more. Noticing the Feylak observing him, the wizard paused and tipped him a nod, "I must make sure to bring everything, you know. Can you imagine if I forgot the list of potion ingredients? I daresay you would be quite vexed with me, wouldn't you?" Kirik nodded, "it would be regretful, assuredly. What do we need to collect first?" Horace pulled out a long piece of parchment and squinted at it briefly. "Freshly ground Wyvern scales. Dreadful creatures. Even more so than yourself," he replied cheerily. Kirik ignored the insult and nodded, "where must we go?" Horace appeared surprised, "we must go to where they roost, of course. Where else would we go?" Kirik shook his head, genuinely frustrated with the difficult way in which this man offered information. The wizard was indeed lucky he was needed, for Kirik was feeling a strong compulsion to rip his throat out. Horace continued to watch the Feylak with bright curiosity. "Tell me, if you would, where you learned to speak the Common dialect with such perfection?" Kirik held up a hand and gestured to a finger with a ring on it. Horace nodded knowingly, "ah. A Ring of Tongues. Very impressive. Where ever did you manage to acquire one of those?" "I don't believe it's any of your concern, wizard," he replied coldly. The old man clicked his tongue against his teeth in a chiding manner. "Gracious, you're a grouch. I can only imagine how this trip will go. But it will be very interesting! Yes! Of that, I've no doubt at all." "Will you be babbling on about nothing the entire way?" Horace nodded, "it's very likely. I find I get a certain amount of joy from watching your frustration, you see." "Clearly." "Now, now! You ought to be gratified! Everything seems to be going your way. Come on, give us a smile." The wizard waited with an exaggerated, hopeful expression. Kirik glowered at him and turned away, tilting his head. He'd heard gentle sounds of stirring from above. Kael stopped pacing and also glanced upwards, face brightening. Arching a brow at this, Kirik took a seat on the sofa and contemplated the next task. Acquiring scales from a Wyvern didn't sound very difficult, but the wizard had said they must travel to where the beasts go to roost. Did that mean, then, that they'd have to contend with an entire colony of them? He sighed tiredly. If it must be so than so be it. Soft footsteps were making their way down the stairs. Kirik turned to look and saw the dark-haired woman cautiously peering down at the three of them from the top of the last flight of steps. Kael looked behind her but saw no sign of the other; the juvenile's features darkened slightly. The elder noticed this and frowned. "Kael," he began. The youngster tossed a quick look over to him, "brother?" "I want you to go out and see if you can't catch us something to eat. It will give you something to do until it is time for us to leave." Kirik wasn't especially hungry and was rather doubtful that the boy would find any sort of edible creature on the broad expanse of sand, but he didn't like the way Kael was beginning to behave where the girl was concerned. He needed a distraction. Kael stood there for a moment, clearly unenthusiastic about this new duty. "There is nothing out there to catch! It's naught but desert and salt water!" Kirik shrugged, "go anyhow. I don't recall it being your place to question my authority." The younger brother tightened his hands into fists but nodded in acquiescence. "Yes elder, I'll go now." With one last look upwards, Kael strolled to the front door and left, slamming it behind him. *** The youngling grumbled under his breath as he stormed down the beach. He was certain that Kirik had only sent him out on this lousy errand because he disapproved of what he'd done with the girl. Hypocrite. Kael thought acidly, kicking at a bit of washed-up beach debris. He wondered exactly how long he was suppose to search for game on this deserted terrain. Until he found something they could eat? What if there was nothing, no matter how hard he looked? Shall he stay out here for eternity, then? Perhaps he should bring back sand for them to consume. Kael paused, gazing out over the water. The rolling waves and sea scent were actually quite nice and the corners of his mouth crept up into an unconscious smile. He'd never actually seen the ocean waves; the sea back home was completely frozen over and resembled everything else. He was just considering trying to see if he could catch some fish when movement from way down the shore caught his attention. He turned quickly, facing towards the vague shape and squinting. What in the hells was that coming towards him? The puppy bounded towards his Girl's scent. It had seemed like so long since he'd seen her. He really hoped that she wouldn't be angry with him for not staying. But, he'd missed her so; and when she failed to come back, he wanted very much to find her again. Then perhaps they would romp and play like they used to. Taters was also terribly hungry, having found very little to eat while he was tracking his Girl. But! But, but, but! He knew he was very close; he could smell her strongly now. The next gust of wind carried an especially fragrant blast to his sensitive nose and he began to run even faster. It wasn't easy, his strength was quickly giving out, but when he found his Girl he was certain that she would give him food. She had always provided generously before. The puppy began to bark excitedly, catching sight of a figure ahead of him. That was where her smell was coming from! He had found her! Kael widened his eyes in astonishment when he realized what was running at him. It was that strange little creature that the Brat had not wanted to leave behind. How had it found them? He stood there, staring as the little dog came bounding up, tail wagging furiously. Taters stopped short and whined uncertainly when he saw that this person-thing that smelled of his Girl, was definitely NOT his Girl. He had been fooled. In fact, this was one of the danger-things that had invaded his home; he could smell the unfamiliar odor mixed with his Girl's clearly now. But...but this danger-thing still smelled very strongly of her and the scent was fresh. It wasn't at all like the stale, fading odor he had followed all this way. Maybe, if he made friends, the danger-thing would take him to his Girl. The puppy crouched down into the sand and belly-wiggled his way up to Kael, whining and trying to show him what a good little dog he was and to please, please, please not hurt him. The juvenile cracked a grin at the beast's odd antics, causing the puppy to begin wagging his tail once more. That was the same face his Girl made at him when she was happy. Kael squatted down to get a better look and then reached out to touch the odd beast. Taters immediately covered his hand in sloppy, wet kisses and rolled onto his back, showing his belly in submission. The youngster was charmed at the puppy's behavior, and his grin grew as the animal continued to lap at his fingers. After several moments of this; Kael made a decision, snickered, and scooped the puppy up. He would bring this creature back to the Brat; telling himself it was mostly to spite his elder. The youngling remembered the way Kirik had so vehemently protested when she had tried to bring the animal along with them. Kael could hardly wait to see the look on his face. Besides, Kael thought smugly. If Kirik can add three humans to the mix, why can I not add one small animal? The young Feylak marched back towards the lighthouse, absently stroking the puppy's soft, fur-covered head. *** Kirik was immediately sure that the younger sister had not told the older one what had happened. There was no explosion of temper or accusatory stare. The woman only hesitantly made her way down the rest of the stairs, shooting timid glances at him the whole time. "Where is your sister, Pretty?" Anya gestured upwards and shook her head, "she hasn't woken up yet. I would have gotten her up, but I-I didn't know what was going to happen next." Her expression was pained as she tried to phrase her next question carefully, "what...what IS going to happen to us?" Kirik rose and observed her curiously. She looked quite unhappy and something tightened in his chest, "you can relax for now; you're still needed. The old man has told us of a potion that can transfer the message to your skin. We need to gather specific components to make this brew; which is what we will be doing next." Relief was evident on her features when she realized that neither of them would be harmed. Yet. Horace appeared from another room with a small satchel hanging on his shoulder. "All packed!" Kirik arched a brow, "it looked as though you were bringing along enough for three wizards. Changed your mind, did you?" Dark Travelers Ch. 07 "Not at all. It's all here." the old man replied, smiling easily. "Curious," Kirik said, wondering how the man had managed to fit it all in that tiny bag. "Isn't it? I must say that this bottomless bag was one of the more useful items I have acquired over the years." Anya tilted her head in puzzlement, "you are coming with us?" Horace nodded in affirmation. "Of course. As I've said; this is the most interesting thing that has happened to me in years. And I suppose it's high time that I ventured out to mingle with the general public. Tell me, do you think I ought to bring some sort of insect repellent? I debated and decided against it." Anya stared at the strange little man, mouth slightly ajar. Horace was still looking at her expectantly so she shrugged and said, "it's better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it." The sorcerer beamed and nodded. "Quite right. You should listen to this one, Feylak. She has a capable head on her shoulders. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go find my bug spray." Horace dashed out, leaving Anya and Kirik alone to consider one another again. The woman shifted her weight back and forth to each foot nervously, uncomfortable with the heavy silence. Finally, "instead of staring at me, you should go pack your clothing and wake your kin, woman." Anya blushed and nodded, ducking into the washroom quickly. Their garments were still slightly damp, but much cleaner than they had been previously. She set about folding them neatly and had just about finished when she heard the front door open and close. A moment later, angry voices began to start up. Then she heard a very familiar bark. Her eyes widened and she hurried out, certain that her ears had deceived her. Anya stopped short when she saw the two brothers locked in a heated argument; Kirik was gesturing angrily to a small bundle in Kael's arms. The juvenile appeared furious and was shaking his head obstinately, jabbering back at Kirik emphatically. After several more minutes of cross conversation; Kirik threw his hands up in the air and stalked out the front door, slamming it behind him much as Kael had previously. Kael grinned triumphantly and turned, catching sight of the elder sister. His smile faded again as he glanced behind her but still did not see the yellow-haired girl anywhere. Anya stared in disbelief; Taters was cradled in his arms, looking very thin but otherwise quite happy. The puppy caught her scent and began to wiggle excitedly. He gave her a welcoming yip and wagged his tail even harder. It was not his Girl, but he knew this woman and liked her almost as much. "Taters?" She whispered. Kael cocked his head and glanced down at the creature he held. "Tayterz?" He questioned. The word wasn't exact and his accent was quite thick, yet it was entirely obvious that he was trying to pronounce the puppy's name. Anya's surprise couldn't be anymore apparent; the most she could do was nod at the youngster. The juvenile inclined his head in reply and smirked. "Tayterz," he said again; this time with more conviction. In another situation, it could almost have been amusing. 22. Kael glanced up at the woman again and couldn't help but grin at the look on her face. He appeared to ponder something. After a moment, he tapped his cheek several times and then pointed at her. "Hrila?" His tone went up half an octave as he finished the word. To Anya, it sounded as if he were asking her something. She shrugged apologetically and shook her head, indicating that she didn't understand. Kael drew in a breath and pursed his lips; wishing, not for the first time, that he was able to communicate with the females like Kirik could. Perhaps his brother would lend him his ring for a bit; when he was done being pissed at him, of course. Kael wasn't overly concerned, however; Kirik was pretty much always angry with him. He made another attempt; this time tapping his his cheek and then pointing at the stairs. "Hrila," he said again. This time, comprehension crept over her features. He was asking where her sister was. Was he going to give Andi her puppy back? Her surprised turned to astonishment and she wondered about the sudden change of heart. "Do you mean, Andi?" She asked, gesturing to her cheek where here sister's freckles would be. "Aaandiii," she said slowly, wondering if he'd also repeat her name. Kael shook his head. He knew what the girl was called, but that was not his name for her. "Hrila," he said firmly. Anya pointed upstairs, brought her palms together, and rested her cheek on the top of one of her hands, miming sleep. "Hmpf," he muttered, nodding. He walked up to her and shoved the puppy into her arms. He flapped his hand towards the staircase and gestured to the dog with the other before turning on his heel and striding out the front door again. Kael figured he'd better go and make peace with Kirik before the elder began to brood too much on what had just occurred. Anya cradled the squirming puppy in her arms. Taters was beside himself with joy and proceeded to cover her face with excited licks. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again, little guy," she murmured, smiling genuinely for the first time in days. "Andi is going to be so happy to have you back." "What have we here?" The wizard had returned and was inspecting the duo through his eye piece. "My sister's puppy. He...he must have followed us. The younger...ah...Feylak just came in with him." "He looks half-starved," Horace said. Anya blinked, "oh! You're right! You poor little thing." She set the puppy down and began digging around in her pack for the jerky she had brought. The puppy was able to smell it before she found it and began whimpering plantively, licking his chops desperately. Finally successful, she offered him several of the long, tough strips. Taters wagged his tail and began to tear into the pieces of meat with obvious relish. Anya smiled and gave the old man a glance. "Do you have a bowl I could borrow? I imagine he's thirsty as well." Horace nodded silently and waved a hand towards a small cupboard in the kitchen nook. He observed the soft-spoken woman as she cared for the small dog and seemed to come to some sort of silent conclusion. He nodded to himself and cleared his throat, gaining her attention. "I can train you, you know," he said. "I'm sorry?" She gave him a puzzled glance. "I can help you hone your power. Build your strength. Show you how to cast spells. You could be quite a force to reckon with." Anya stared at him with distrust. "Why would you do that? You've already made it obvious whose side you're on," she said bitterly, nodding towards the front entrance. "Child, I am on no side save my own. I offer you my teachings because I am willing and able to do so. If I wasn't, I would not. You think about it. You may come to realize that it might be a handy talent to have on hand should the need ever arise." He also gave the door a meaningful glance. Anya didn't know if she should accept the offer or not. The thought of actually being a practicing witch frightened her a little. But at the same time, she was just the tiniest bit curious. Could she really be powerful one day? Horace could see her inner turmoil and decided not to press the matter. "You think about it, young lady. I believe we have plenty of time for you to make a decision. We're going to be traveling together for quite some time, after all." Anya and the wizard locked gazes for a long time. Neither spoke. "Taters?!" The cry came from above them and they both turned to look at the same time, the spell broken. Andi was perched on the top step with a hand plastered over her mouth. Her blue eyes were wide, unbelieving and brimming with tears as she stared down at the puppy. The little dog had just finished lapping up the last drops of water when he heard his Girl's voice calling his name. His head snapped up, twisted around and spotted her. Uttering one joyous bark, he charged up the steps and flung himself at her. Andi caught him and hugged him to her chest, breathing in his familiar scent. After quite awhile, she began descending the rest of the stairs, still hugging her dog. Anya noticed that she was moving a bit stiffly, like she was in pain. "Are you feeling all right, Sweet?" "Where did he come from, Anya?" Andi asked, her voice cracking slightly. The older sister furrowed her brow, studying her a bit more closely. "The younger brother just brought him in from outside a few moments ago. He must have tracked our scent." "All the way over the mountain? What a smart doggy you are, Tots!" Andi cried, obviously proud. "But he's so skinny! Oh, Anya! We have to feed him!" "He only just ate his fill of jerky. And we've plenty. I brought the entire huge bag that we had," she replied, relieved that Andi was acting a bit more like herself again. "Are you ill, Sweet? You look like you're feeling a bit off." Andi sighed and offered Anya a wan but unconvincing smile, "I'm tired and hungry and terrified and sore and unhappy is all. Don't worry about me. I'm fine," she quipped, squeezing the puppy again. "Now, anyway." Horace observed this exchange with bright interest, and he also peered a bit more closely at the younger girl. She seemed to have lost some of her vigor overnight. A musing expression fell over his features at her vague response, but he didn't comment. He'd suddenly remembered the longish absence of the juvenile Feylak the previous evening, and how the young male had acted so possessive of her when the group had first appeared on his doorstep. The wizard hadn't thought much of it at the time, however, but he now had an inkling of what may be troubling the younger sister. Fascinating. I wonder how THIS is going to play out, he thought. _______________________ Translations: Vrilit lurlvaz, Hrila. Ozt orla vrat, ril zan. -- Dress yourself, Brat. We are done, for now. Dark Travelers Ch. 08 Author's Note: It's me again! Shocked to see another chapter so soon? Well, I'd had a lot of it written already, hah! Surprise! :D Anyhow, I am glad you enjoyed the last chapter. This story is really starting to take off - it's even surprising me. Thank you for your wonderful comments and votes. Keep them coming, please. And I wonder, who is your favorite character so far? Favorite scene? Dialog? I am curious to know what you especially enjoyed. Luv and thanks to you all, Ginnnnnnnnnnnnnnnna! ____________________________________ Kael glanced around and then caught sight of Kirik standing off to the side, staring out over the horizon with his arms folded across his chest. The juvenile hung back, recognizing that his elder needed another moment or two alone. He was very familiar with Kirik's mannerisms by now; he'd been raised by him from boyhood, after all. Kael often wondered about this. Among his people, it was an unusual thing for a lone male to take in a youngster that wasn't his own; or even one that was. Usually, the child-rearing was left completely up to the females. Even odder was the fact that they were so close. Feylak society was vicious and unforgiving; the weak were quickly weeded out and disposed of. Siblings were normally extremely competitive with one another; deaths among children by children were common. Parents and offspring didn't usually share a close relationship either; living in such a harsh environment left no room for coddling. Yet, Kirik had not only cared for and provided for the boy, he'd also transformed his younger sibling into a very effective warrior. The youngest to graduate as top pupil, actually. Kael's ego was well-founded as was Kirik's pride in the boy. At times, Kael pondered what might have happened to him had his elder never shown up that day. It'd occurred to the youngster many times over that Kirik had probably saved his life. As he watched his older brother ruminating, he couldn't help but grin. He knew that deep down, Kirik cared for him; regardless of his callous nature. A fact which had saved his hide on numerous occasions. The youngster leaned back against the lighthouse, respectfully waiting for his elder to acknowledge him. The older sibling knew the boy was there; he'd heard the door open. However, he wasn't ready to confront him just yet. Kirik was furious with him, and to look upon Kael's face right now would be entirely unwise. Unbeknownst to them both, they were sharing a brief mental connection; he was also remembering the day he'd found Kael. Time and time again he'd wondered why he had made such a decision. His mind began to wander further, returning to that day, all those decades ago... There had been no answer. Kirik debated briefly before deciding to just go ahead and enter. After all, it'd once been his home as well. Many, many years ago. The interior was cold and silent. There was no indication of anyone being home, presently. In fact, it seemed that no one had been around for several days. A slight dusting of frost had formed on various objects gathered on the table-tops. No servants bustled about, either. He tilted his head, expression puzzled. Had she gone? Kirik was undecided on what to do next. He really wasn't certain why he'd come at all. It wasn't as if he shared any sort of special relationship with the woman. In fact, he'd always assumed that she'd hated him. Why else would she have sent him awa- His sharp ears picked up a soft rustling from down below. It was so slight, he would've easily missed it had there been any other sound in the dwelling at all. Was she in the basement? Why would she be down there? Was she hiding from him? It could be. He was well-known now. And they hadn't parted on the best of terms. Kirik strode purposefully -and loudly- down the carved ice steps; his features set and determined. He half-expected his mother to be cowering in the corner, but there was no one. Only a few assorted crates and shelves that held forgotten possessions. He stood there, frowning. Had he imagined it? He wasn't usually given to an over-active imagination. After a moment more of silent speculation, he turned to head back upstairs. It was the opening the boy had been waiting for. He'd seen the large War Master enter his home and had retreated to the basement to hide. Kael knew who he was and he also knew that he was severely outmatched. But, if the man did not know he was there, it might give him the slight chance he needed to defend his home. After all, she'd left him. This was HIS place now. Kael held the dagger awkwardly in his small hands and rushed out to bury it deep in the man's back. In a blink, however, the elder male turned and took hold of one of the boy's wrists, twisting it savagely. Kael let out a cry of pain but refused to let go of the blade. He pushed forward relentlessly, still desperately trying to plunge it into the adult. Kirik was surprised at the level of ferocity of the attack. The child couldn't have been more than fifty or sixty years old at the very most. He glanced at the boy's eyes and saw murderous intent smoldering in their green depths. Figuring he ought to end this little game, Kirik snatched the child's other wrist and flipped him easily, sending him crashing into the nearest wall. Kael let out an agonized cry as his head struck the corner of a crate. His hands came up to press against the wound, finally relinquishing their grip on the knife. He rolled over to shoot the elder male a fierce glare, eyes brimming with white-hot hatred. Kirik narrowed his eyes and curled a corner of his upper lip into a sneer at this. He strode over, kicking the dagger out of the boy's reach. "You're outclassed, waif. Why are you trespassing in my home?" "This is MY home, elder! YOU'RE the intruder!" Kael snarled at him, outraged at the accusation. Kirik arched a brow in surprise. "YOUR home? Where is your dam?" A multitude of emotions flitted across the lad's face at this query; uncertainty, sadness, anger and confusion. "Answer me, boy. Or I shall have to assume you're a street-urchin and dispose of you." Kael glowered and reluctantly muttered a response. "She's been gone for days. But I don't care if she EVER comes back!" This last was shouted in defiance; but Kirik saw deep hurt in the lad's eyes. A small suspicion began to form in his mind as he knelt in front of the young child. Kael tried to scoot back away, but he was already pushed up against the icy wall. He eyed the adult with apprehension, wondering if he was about to die. "What was your dam's name, boy?" He asked. Kael swallowed painfully and wondered why the War Master would even bother to ask such a thing. After a long hesitation he finally blurted out a name, "Milaena." Kirik widened his eyes slightly and began to inspect the child a bit more closely. The boy's features resembled his own and the elder felt an odd twinge in his chest. After another long pause, he said softly; "we share the same mother." Kael raised his eyebrows in disbelief. Then, with dim hope, "do...do you know where she is?" "I do not." The child's entire posture drooped in defeat. "She left me all alone days ago. She didn't even tell me she was leaving. And now there is no food left." Kirik felt that strange tightening in his chest grow a bit more pronounced at these words. His dam had sent him away at a very young age himself; too young, really. He'd also felt abandoned. His expression was appraising as he mulled something over. Finally, he seemed to come to some sort of decision and he rose. Kael flinched back again, preparing for the worst. The War Master's reputation was a harsh one. Kirik made no threatening moves toward him, though. Merely narrowed his eyes and drew himself up to his full height, taking on his instructing persona. "Tell me your name, boy," he commanded imperiously. The child somehow managed to shrink back even more, completely intimidated all over again. "K-Kael." "A slight name for a slight whelp, very fitting. Gather what possessions you may have, if any, and come with me. You need ample training, boy. Your defense is pitiful, at best. You should be ashamed of yourself." Kael's shock couldn't be any more apparent. He wasn't even sure if he'd heard the man correctly. When he didn't move, Kirik fixed him with a forbidding glare. "Last chance to get moving, or I shall leave you here to starve." The lad needed no further encouragement. He leaped to his feet and bounded up the stairs to his small bedroom; the War Master following closely behind... Slowly, Kirik emerged from his reverie. "I'm very angry with you, boy." Kael shrugged, relieved that Kirik had finally deigned to speak to him. This was usually a sure sign that he'd be forgiven soon. "I can see that." "What are you thinking?" The juvenile shrugged again, appearing unconcerned, "I don't see the harm." "You are deliberately undermining me." "You're being an ass. And it's a condition that's beginning to worsen as of late. I am starting to worry about you, brother." Kirik finally turned to glower at his sibling, "this is not an outing. This is a mission. You seem to have the two confused. Now you want a pet? What next? An evening of theatre and drink?" Kael offered a rude gesture with one of his fingers and smiled blithely, "sounds good to me. You're paying, though." The elder Feylak swept his arm out towards the sea, "I should have drowned you long ago. Isn't that what is usually done with the runt of the litter?" "I'm much larger now. Almost as big as you. Moreover, you'd miss me eventually. I know you would." "I'd miss you like I'd miss a healed wound." Kael's grin widened. Banter. Excellent. Kirik was thawing nicely. Kirik glared at his sibling for a long moment; then one corner of his mouth twitched up ever so slightly. The juvenile's relief was complete, "I apologize for my previous insolence, elder." He touched three fingers to his chest. "Accepted. Keep that beast away from me if you know what's good for you." Kael nodded, "I will." Kirik nodded, "we leave now. Remember what I've said about your pets. BOTH of them." "I will." The elder turned back to gaze out over the sea, "good. Go gather them and get out of my sight." "Thank you, elder." Kael said, bowing slightly. *** Anya nodded towards the pack, "I've washed your things, why don't you go change?" Andi still clutched Taters and appeared reluctant to put him down. Then, with a slight grimace, she remembered that strange, sticky goo that undoubtedly still tainted her skin. Suddenly anxious to be clean, she quickly set the puppy down and snatched the bag. Anya frowned again and began to inspect her sister once more. "Are you SURE you're feeling well, Sweet?" Andi paused in the doorway of the washroom. She turned and offered her sister another one of those peculiar, false smiles and nodded. "Yes, Anya. As well as can be expected, anyhow." Anya nodded, clearly not convinced, but said nothing further. Andi quickly ducked into the bathroom and closed the door firmly. She undressed carefully and inspected herself in the mirror for damage. The bite-mark on her shoulder was the most obvious wound against her otherwise unmarred skin. It was also the most painful. There were eight puncture wounds in all; each opposite the other. These resided in the middle of a large, spreading, purple-black bruise. She touched one of these marks with her fingertip and winced. A flashback of the previous night materialized in her mind's eye; specifically, when she'd first woken and had found him doing...THAT... to her. His mouth felt wonderful, didn't it? The head-voice suddenly chimed in. She turned on the water and tried to ignore it. He's going to do it again, you know. The voice sounded absolutely delighted at the prospect, issuing a dark, bubbling giggle. Andi trembled slightly and began to give herself a quick sponge-bath using her night-shirt. As she got to her thighs, she noticed more bruising and dried blood on the insides of them. Cleaning this away as well, she flinched as the cold water stung a bit of torn flesh between her thighs. Seemed he'd really worked her over. Her entire body ached, her legs especially. She examined them; still smooth from when she'd last used Anya's sticky wax. Andi regretted this; perhaps if she'd been hairy and unappealing, he'd have left her alone. You know, he was actually rather considerate. I wager it could have been much more unpleasant. "Shut-up," Andi muttered, wiping the last traces of his filth away. Instead of quieting, however, the voice seemed to grow a bit more pronounced. I'm afraid not. I believe we're going to be good pals, you and I. She wrung out her wet shirt and swiftly pulled on a clean sweater and pants. Andi refused to answer. Talking back to voices in your head was something a crazy person would do, and she was NOT crazy. Angrily, she yanked her hiking boots on and laced them tightly; only having to loosen them a moment later when her feet began to grow numb and tingly. In passing, she also noticed that she'd put her shirt on backwards. "DAMN it," she hissed, eyes filling with tears of frustration. She heaved a sigh and it came out as a broken sob. You need to pull it together, love. Quickly. There is no time for hysterics. Take a deep breath, and release it gradually. The voice said in a brisk, business-like tone. Andi inhaled deeply, held it, and then let it out slowly. Indeed, she felt a tiny bit better. She set about correcting her mistakes and ran the brush through her hair, wondering why she was even bothering. Why would she want to look nice when that would most likely only encourage him to- Because you WANT him again. Isn't it obvious? You want his hands on you; caressing every inch of your skin. You want to feel him deep inside- She bit her bottom lip and squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to block out the mental chatter. Slowly, the voice faded and there was quiet once more. Relief flowed through her and she quickly finished freshening up. Dimly, she heard the front door open and close again. The puppy cocked an ear and glanced over to see who'd entered. He considered barking, but this place wasn't his home and he felt no real instinct to defend it. Taters, now feeling much perkier with a full belly, began to prance around in delight when he saw his new friend coming towards him and his found-again family. Kael arched a brow when the creature jumped up on him with both front paws on his leg, but felt no urge to kick the animal away. Instead, he leveled a look over at Kirik's dark-haired witch and the sorcerer. The juvenile jerked a thumb towards the front door and waved them over with his other hand. Apparently, it was time to go. Anya pointed at the bathroom door and then tapped her cheek. "I have to wait for-" Kael snarled a single word out at her and pointed at the door again. Horace smiled slightly and cleared his throat. "Best go out. It doesn't appear he's in the mood for objections." "But-" "She'll be fine. Go on, these sort are not the type one should argue with." Shooting an unhappy glance towards the washroom, Anya slowly started towards the door. "Andi!" She called out. "We'll be waiting outside for you." "Alright, Anya," Andi responded, her voice muffled. Kael remained, and Anya shot a suspicious glance at him. He caught this and glowered at her, his upper lip lifting in a slight snarl. She hurried out. Horace hung back for a moment longer, inspecting the younger Feylak through his monocle. Another strange gleam sparked in his eyes, then faded. After a pause, the wizard made a show of shining his eye-piece and stowing it away in a breast pocket. "You're a bit more talented at spell casting than your relation out there, aren't you? Yes, quite a bit more indeed. I wonder if he knows. Tricky, tricky, tricky young man." Kael lifted his chin towards the door, glare deepening. He did not like this old human. Horace chuckled under his breath. "You're really not much older than blondie in there, are you? Mentally, I mean. You lot age differently than humans do, that much I can recall." Another snort of laughter. "I feel for your elder; dealing with a teenaged Feylak must be excruciating." The juvenile tilted his head, puzzled, but the wizard said no more. He glanced at Kael one last time before striding out the front entrance. The puppy stayed put, sitting at the younger brother's feet. He'd no intention of going anywhere without his Girl. Kael felt much the same way. He stared at the washroom door, wondering what was taking her so long. Andi was gazing at her side of the door much as the juvenile was. She was trying to will herself to go through it and follow the others outside, but her feet seemed to be glued to the spot. Hefting the pack over her shoulder, she made another attempt. This time, her feet cooperated and she pulled the latch, slowly easing the door open. Kael stood there, smiling arrogantly as she appeared. "Hrrrrilaaaa," he purred, delighted. She avoided his eyes and shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to walk past him. He beckoned to her, his grin almost kind. Still, she hesitated. Kael chuckled, took her arm, and began pulling her towards the door. Andi wrenched out of his grasp and shot him a resentful glare. He seemed rather surprised for a moment but quickly masked it. Instead, his expression faded into one of disinterest and he merely pointed at the door. Andi glowered at him for a moment longer before stalking out with her nose held highly in the air; Taters hot on her heels. 22. "We're all together again! I just love reunions!" Horace crowed as the trio finally emerged from his residence. Kirik observed the younger girl curiously. She appeared no worse for the wear. It seemed that Kael had been telling the truth when he said he'd not harmed her. In fact, she had reverted to her haughty little rebellion; her posture indicating silent resistance once again. Kael did not seem pleased with this. Anya, however, felt better. Perhaps Andi had just been tired and that would account for her odd behavior. She certainly looked like her normal self. Andi offered Anya the pack then tilted her head, "did you want me to carry it for awhile?" Anya accepted the bag and shook her head, "nah, Sweet. I can manage." "If you'd like, I can put it with the rest of my belongings," Horace offered, gesturing to his satchel. Andi tossed him a sardonic glance, "how would you do that?" "Well, it's simple really. All I'd need to do is-" "Silence," Kirik snapped. "Lead the way, old man. Where shall we go from here?" Horace appeared insulted at the interruption and didn't reply. When Kirik began to snarl at him, he shook his head in exasperation. "Well, which do you want, then? Silence or an explanation? Make up your bloody mind!" The elder managed to keep himself from wrapping his hands around the old man's throat and squeezing. Barely. The wizard relented. "We must charter a boat to take us to Wyvern Rock. It lies way out on open water. Seeing as their skins are quite valuable -I understand their scales make excellent armour- I imagine we can find a willing enough captain at Scoundrel's Harbor. We'll only need a few scales for the brew and perhaps we can offer another hide or two in trade for the service." Andi brightened and appeared interested in spite of herself, "I've heard of that place! Daddy used to tell us stories about it. Remember the pirate stories, Anya?" Anya nodded carefully but seemed less enthusiastic about it. "Father always told us that place is teeming with the wicked." Horace nodded, "indeed. Hence the name." He glanced at the brothers, "I've a feeling we'll fit right in." Dark Travelers Ch. 08 Kirik arched a brow, "our presence will not be met with alarm?" The wizard shook his head, "it is a place that festers with many brutes of many species. I hardly think we'll be noticed because of you. The women, on the other hand, may draw unwanted attention." "Meaning?" "Meaning, if you want your little plan to be successful, I'd keep a close watch on your prized possession. Scoundrel's Harbor isn't usually an ideal place for young women to tour." He considered, "unless they're a whore. Then, by all means!" Anya's mood darkened, "sounds utterly charming." "We're going to sail on a pirate ship? And go fight Wyverns? I didn't even know they were really real." Andi's curiosity was sparked, her recent trauma pushed into the back of her mind for the moment. Kael frowned and inclined his head at Kirik, eyes questioning. Kirik recounted the conversation to his brother. The juvenile tilted his head curiously, "we're going to go by ship? Sounds interesting." "We shall see about that," Kirik replied. Is it far?" Anya asked. "It's a bit of a heel and toe, I will admit. Albeit, not so far as you've already come, but you're used to traveling by now, correct? I imagine it'll go quickly. Incidentally, you two are looking a bit peaked, here." He rummaged in his purse and produced several small, dense-looking cakes. "These are traveling wafers. They're quite filling and packed with nutrients. Go on! They're rather tasty, and they will sustain you nicely." Horace offered a couple to the brothers but they waved him off. "We can do for ourselves when hungry, " Kirik replied. Andi peered doubtfully at hers for a moment. Finally she shrugged, crammed a piece into her mouth, and chewed with a cautious, appraising look on her face. After a moment, she brightened, "it's good! Eat it, Anya." She took another bite and threw a smallish chunk to Taters. The puppy snapped his head up and caught the morsel neatly in his jaws. He wagged his tail happily. His Girl was back to giving him treats, just like old times. Anya observed this with a small smile on her face before beginning to nibble at her own wafer. "This way, folks! Let's get this show on the road!" Horace announced in a cheery voice. He began to walk down the beach with a little spring in his step. The sisters gave him a bemused glance, then started to follow; trailed closely by the Feylak brothers, with Taters bringing up the rear. *** Several hours passed without incident. Horace jabbered on and on, pointing out the various sea-birds flying above and naming them. "That there is a Crone's Pelican, observe the waddles under its beak - just like that of an old woman, is it not? And when they argue with one another, they sound like one as well." Tots was busily sniffing around at all the interesting new smells when he caught sight of a large, beached creature that had washed up on shore. Instantly, the fur on the scruff of his neck bristled and he charged it, beginning to bark and snarl as ferociously as he could. The puppy pranced and circled the dead animal, bouncing back several paces when he'd gotten too close. "That disgusting, bloated carcass used to be a Speckled Porpoise," Horace explained as they passed it. He wrinkled his nose as he caught a wiff of the rotting corpse. "Looks like something big took a bite out of it." Kael was watching at the dog's antics with an amused smile, "look there. He wishes to be a warrior as well. I like him, Kirik. I want one." The elder merely shook his head in exasperation and didn't reply. The juvenile went on, "have you ever battled a Wyvern, brother?" Kirik nodded, "many years ago. My instructor obtained a half-grown one for training purposes." "Are they difficult to defeat?" The older brother shrugged a shoulder, "I was only a child when it was brought to me. It wasn't an easy task. The creature was much larger than I." "You won, though. Right?" "I did, eventually. But it managed to take several bites out of me before it was over." Kael snickered, "I see. So you poisoned it. Very clever." He ducked and ran ahead again as Kirik took another swing at him. The juvenile walked backwards, grinning and waggling a finger at his elder, "temper, temper!" Kirik ignored him for the time being and inclined his head at Horace. "Will we arrive soon?" Horace glanced around, getting his bearings, and nodded. "We'll make it by nightfall, I'm sure." "We sail tonight?" The old man appeared befuddled, "how am I to know?" Kirik growled under his breath. "Well, who else would?" Horace clicked his tongue against his teeth. "Patience, Feylak. It all depends on how long it will take for someone to agree to take us. I do not have the gift of foresight." "I do not want to linger in a den of thieves." The wizard nodded, "nor I. We shall see what happens when we get there. Have no fear, I've yet to meet a sea captain who avoids the sea. Most of them prefer it to land, really." Andi was worried, "what will we do if we can't find anyone tonight?" Horace gestured vaguely and appeared serene, "I am sure they have rooms to rent overnight." Anya tilted her head doubtfully, "do you think it's a good idea to stay the night in such a place? What if someone-" The sorcerer cut her off, "what if someone were to what, child? I don't imagine that these two would allow any sort of foolishness to occur." He waved a hand towards Kirik and smiled, unconcerned. The elder Feylak's forehead creased slightly, "is there a good chance that someone will attack us while we sleep?" "Scoundrel's Harbor is a haven for criminals. What do you think, Feylak?" Kirik lasped into a brooding silence. Kael was walking closely behind Andi once more. The girl was shooting mistrustful glances at him over her shoulder. She was also uneasy about the possibility of having to spend the evening in such a place. Granted, she wasn't looking forward to falling asleep at all. Look what had happened to her the last time she did. Kael reached out and took hold of a lock of her hair, tugging on it playfully. Andi whirled around and slapped his hand away. "Cut it out, you jerk!" The youngster danced back several paces, obviously enjoying her outburst. Anya moved to her side and stroked her hair soothingly, "sh, Sweet. He's only doing so to annoy you, try to ignore him." Horace cleared his throat, gaining their attention. He slowed his pace until he was striding alongside the women. He threw a glance over his shoulder before continuing; the elder creature was still lost in his own thoughts and the youngster was now mock-attacking the puppy. Taters appeared delighted with the game and was enthusiastically darting around Kael in erratic circles, trying to avoid being caught. "It appears he's smitten. Perhaps it would be prudent to use this to your advantage?" Anya frowned but Andi gave him a sidelong glance, "what do you mean?" Horace smiled and shrugged mysteriously, "since the dawn of man, women having been using their charms and -shall we say- attributes to prod men into doing their bidding. It's merely something to think about, child." He sped up suddenly, taking his place at the front of the group once again. Anya was rather troubled by this cryptic remark. There seemed to be more meaning than what had been said. She glanced at her little sister, wondering if she was also confused and was surprised to find her watching Kael with a thoughtful expression on her face. The girl gazed at him for awhile, and then glanced at her puppy. After, she began to chew the inside of her cheek as she silently mused. "Andi?" The younger sister didn't respond right away. She still had that strange, faraway look in her eyes. "Andi!" She blinked, surprised at Anya's tone. "Huh? What's wrong, Anya?" "Remember what I told you; stay AWAY from him," she muttered. Andi's brows knitted together, frustration rising to the surface. "What if HE doesn't stay away from ME, though? Hm? What then, Anya? Please, tell me." Anya was stricken by her sister's sudden spite, "tell me what's wrong, Sweet. Something is obviously bothering you." "Everything is bothering me. This stupid trip. Those stupid Feylaks or whatever the fuck they're called. That stupid, mean wizard with his stupid man-eating squids. The fact that I haven't had a decent meal, bath or night's rest in DAYS. Oh! And also that we're probably going to die when this is over." The dark-haired sister was taken aback by Andi's sudden vehemence and choice of words. The girl rarely used foul language; only choosing to do so when something especially unfortunate had happened. Slowly, a terrible suspicion begin to make itself known. "Andi," she began carefully, "did something happen that you're not telling me about? Perhaps back in the cavern with the hot spring? Did he-" "No," the girl said quickly, "nothing. I'm just pretty much done, Anya. I want this to end, one way or the other." "You can't think that way, Sweet. We have to be strong." "I'm tired of being strong." Anya nodded, "aye. I am too. But I am not tired of being alive." Andi didn't respond, but her forehead smoothed out slightly. She went back to glancing back at Kael from time to time. Anya watched her, brow furrowed with worry, certain the girl wasn't telling her the whole story. The woman wasn't sure she really even wanted to know. *** Scoundrel's Harbor smelled of old mead, urine and some other unpleasant combination of odors that the group was unable to identify. There were rickety docks built directly into the sea, creating criss-crossing paths across the water that led to the various taverns and shops. An accumulation of boats and ships were tied at these piers and undulated softly with the current. A group of rough-looking men sang loud, raucous melodies with profane lyrics outside of one bar. Another couple lay passed out on the floor boards in front. If you could believe the sign, the place was called "Greade's Meads". "Ah. Roland Greade's tavern is still here. This would probably be the best place to start inquiring. As I recall, this is one of the more popular pubs here." Horace commented, wrinkling his nose as the stench of vomit reached him. "This place is disgusting, Anya!" Andi pouted, clutching the puppy against her once more. Anya nodded, glancing around with distaste. Already, despite Horace's assurances, they were attracting the attention of the locals. There were several groups that had gathered on the various docks, whispering amongst themselves and throwing curious glances at the odd fellowship. Kirik, glowering at a passerby who was giving him an intrigued stare, was also inspecting his surroundings. He would have made a comment about humans being filthy, had there been only humans roaming around this dismal place; but as he looked on, he saw a gathering of orcs haggling with a shopkeeper. A few doors down, a drunken dwarf was swaying and boorishly pointing into the face of a chortling goblin. Horace had been telling the truth. This area was indeed a breeding ground for races of all sorts. Kael had covered his nose with a hand and was directing a resentful glare at the drunk who'd passed out in a pool of his own vomit. He was half-tempted to turn the man's head face down into the puddle and leave him to choke to death on his own bile. Would serve him right. "I really don't want to spend an evening here, brother." "Nor do I, youngling." Horace beckoned them and began to walk towards the tavern, skirting the puke with a grimace of his own. "Revolting," he muttered as he strode past. Roland Greade was an overweight, balding bear of a man, standing nearly as tall as Kirik. The resemblance ended there, though; he had a substantial belly to match his substantial height, which the elder Feylak did not. At the moment, he was busily wiping out a dirty mug with an equally dirty rag when he paused, noticing the newcomers enter. "Mead is five silver pieces a mug, ale is seven silver pieces, grog is-" he began, automatically quoting his prices. He threw the brothers a half-interested glance before returning to his chore. "We're in no need of alcohol, barkeep," Horace began. Greade stopped 'cleaning' the mug, surprised. There were very few patrons that did not stop in without the intent to drink. "Eh? Whatchee' want then? I ain't got any good-lookin' whores to sell ya. All that's left t'night are the damned scullery hags." Here, he caught sight of the sisters and his eyes gleamed, "unless yer lookin' to sell off them two, that is. Could getta pretty penny fer them two lovelies." Horace waved his hand in dismissal. "Oh my, no. No, no, no. My...ah...associates and myself are seeking to hire a seaworthy crew. We need to travel to Wyvern Rock. The sooner the better. Are there any captains nearby that are willing to contract out?" Greade appeared to think very carefully, "nup. Canna think of a one. Coin may help me memory, though." He appeared to consider something and his eyes began crawling over Anya, "or, ye can let me have at her fer the evenin'. I'd take a good fuck in trade fer a tad o'info." Kirik's hand flashed out and curled around Greade's pudgy throat. The man's eyes bulged in shock as he was yanked up and forward, having to balance on his toes to remain on the floor. The elder brother examined the man's reddening face coldly for a brief moment before speaking. "It has been my experience that pain is an even better motivator than currency or women. I wonder which method would work better in this case? Tell me where to find a ship for hire, and perhaps you won't have to find out." Greade sputtered and gagged for several moments, struggling to breathe. Finally, he was able to choke out; "ach! T-try the ship yard! Jus' out yonder." He managed to point vaguely to the left. Kirik released him and the man stumbled back several steps, gasping. Horace appeared amazed, "right then! That IS one way to do it, I suppose. And what a money saver! You're actually quite useful to have around!" He nodded approvingly at the elder brother. Greade glowered at the Feylak and rubbed his throat. Red finger marks were vivid against the man's pale skin. "I ain't one ta ferget somethin' like this, creature. Ye bes' be watchin' yerself whilst ye remain." Kirik grew very still, his eyes beginning to brighten to molten orange. "Are you threatening me?" He asked very, very softly. A hand tentatively grasped his arm just above the elbow. Startled, he glanced down and saw the woman clutching him, eyes pleading. "Don't fight. Please. Just...no more fighting. I can't bare it. He told us where to go. Can't we just go?" She asked, tone beseeching. He stared down at her small hand for a long moment before silently nodding. Without another word, he turned and stalked out of the tavern. Anya swallowed nervously and shot the bartender an apologetic glance before quickly scuttling out as well. "Come on, Andi," she murmured as she passed her younger sister. Andi was fascinated, watching the spectacle with her mouth hanging open slightly. She suddenly felt like she was a character in some sort of adventure story. Merely nodding at her sister, she didn't move when Anya called to her. Horace was delighted, "there! You see? What did I tell you?" He began to head out too, pausing at the entrance to wait for the younger sister and the juvenile. Kael glowered at the barkeep for a moment. Kirik rarely lost his temper; this man must have been exceedingly disrespectful in some way. Greade caught the juvenile's spiteful glare and took another step back, wondering if this one was about to attack as well. The youngster didn't make a move towards him, though, only spat on the ground in front of the man's boots, before turning to follow his brother. As he passed Andi, he caught hold of her arm and towed her out after him. The girl hugged the wiggling puppy against her breast with her free arm and stumbled out behind Kael. She tried to jerk out of his grasp, but was unable this time. He refused to release her. "Let me GO!" She shouted, twisting in his grip. A group of men lounging outside broke out into rough laughter at the sight. "Get OFF me!" She resisted again, voice rising into a scream. Kael stopped, turned, and whapped the side of her head with his other hand, sharply. "Dri lur vroht ki wreetirl lurl nalat, Url'v haelonirl il greetz ta prilo ri zil!" He snapped angrily, pointing a finger at her. The men laughed again, in a drunken chorus. "Again!" One shouted. "That'll learn 'er!" Another chortled. Andi shot him a glare, eyes welling up with tears. Taters whined unhappily, understanding that his new friend, the man-thing, was angry at his Girl. Kael gave her a slight shake, then continued to pull her along. She said nothing further, only trudged along after him with an unhappy expression. Striding purposely towards a cluster of assorted ships, Kirik stopped short. Glancing around at the small groups of men milling about, he wondered how to go about propositioning one of them. It would be preferable not to use force, seeing as he didn't want any more attention being drawn their way. "This one looks promising," Horace commented, pointing. Kirik followed the gesture and arched a brow. It was a larger vessel, appearing as if it were being loaded to set off soon. The deck hands were hefting large crates and sacks laden with supplies aboard, using a long ramp. There was a dwarf standing to the side, overseeing the operation and scribbling something on a roll of parchment. Sensing eyes on him, he looked up with a slight frown and turned to face them. "Whatchee lookin' at, fella?" He barked at Kirik. "Oh dear. Please, let me," Horace said quickly, seeing the Feylak stiffen. He moved into the dwarf's line of vision swiftly, placing himself between him and Kirik. The short, stocky, bearded being looked down his long nose at the wizard. He glanced at Kirik again, briefly, then at Anya. Kael, Andi and Tots chose that minute to catch up to the rest of the group, and the dwarf's expression shifted into one of intrigue. "Whatchee want?" He asked again, a bit less gruffly this time. "We're here to request a service," the wizard said politely. ______________________________________ *Translations* Dri lur vroht ki wreetirl lurl nalat, Url'v haelonirl il greetz ta prilo ri zil! -- If you keep on running your mouth, I'm going to stick my cock in it! Dark Travelers Ch. 09 Author's Note: Thank you for the feedback, everyone. I agree with those who couldn't decide; I can't choose my favorite character either. Also, don't worry, there will be more sexual scenes to be had. This is turning out to be a very long story, so there will plenty of room for the smut. YAY SMUT! Kirik and Anya's time will come, as well. They are being very stubborn, though. ;) I do find that I am concentrating more on the story-line now, rather than the erotica aspect. This is something I hadn't planned on, but I hope it's been enjoyable all the same. Keeping the plot going and trying not to leave any obvious holes, while making sure each character is behaving appropriately is difficult and time-consuming. That and caring for a baby makes these chapters come far apart; but I do apologize. I wish I could think/write a bit faster, as well. A final note; I am aware that the content and behavior of some of the characters might not be to everyone's preference. However; this is my story, these are my characters, and I shall write whatever I wish. So there. ;) All comments and critiques are appreciated, as usual. Gimme more, please. They are deliciousssss. :d Luv and other things, Ginnnnnnnnnnna! 23. The dwarf's beady eyes gleamed. "Oh, izzat right? Whatchee mean, 'service'? I ain't a man-whore if thas yer fancy." Horace appeared surprised, "er...no. We are in need of transport. Are you the captain of this particular ship?" The stout man snorted in derision, "do it look like it? I ain't never heard of no cap'n tha' has ta do tha supply inventory hisself. Damned annoyin' task and usually dun falls to t'first mate, don'tcha know." "I see. Do you suppose the captain-" "Where ya headin'?" The wizard blinked, "ah...to Wyvern Rock." The dwarf scratched his beard and drew his fingers through it musingly. "Why ya need ta go there?" Kirik stepped forward and stared down at the short being, "our reasons are our own. Will the lead of this vessel take on passengers or not?" "Hrm. Not normally; but I reckon it's not a complete impossibility," the dwarf replied, seemingly unperturbed by the elder's blunt manner. "Splendid!" Horace exclaimed. "So he'll hold council with strangers?" "Ayuh, but t'cap'n ain't 'round a t'moment. Left fer the evening. We sail at dawn. Ya might wanna come back 'round then. "Where did he go?" Kirik asked. "And what is his name?" The dwarf cocked an eye up at the strange creature. He'd never seen anything quite like him before; and he had been to many, many places. Scratching at his beard once more, he examined each person in turn again. His expression became rather amused when his gaze landed on Andi, clutching a very wiggly puppy. The rotond little man was becoming a bit more curious with this group with each passing minute. He issued an abrupt, polite bow, "me name's Peggin; though mos' call me Pogs. The Cap'n is jus' called Sway. Cap'n Sway. Ye might try t'bath houses jus' down t'stretch here. Sway likes to order up a hot bath when we make port. Is only saltwater, ya know, but heated an' there be soap too. 'Course tha dun usually leave 'nuff time fer ME ta-" Kirik cleared his throat, "what does this man look like?" Pogs shrugged, "t'cap'n be t'only 'un with a huge, black parrot hangin' 'round. Damned bird never shuts up." Horace tilted his head, "a black parrot?" The dwarf nodded, "ayuh. Canna remember t'exact type. Has red cheeks and a big crest on its head." Pogs fluttered the fingers of one hand on top of his head, vaguely miming feathers. The wizard arched a brow at the description, "those birds are remarkably rare. I wonder where he managed to-" "To hells with the bird, old man. We must find this ...Sway... and convince him to take us aboard." Pogs held up a finger, "some advice. Be polite." Kirik narrowed his eyes and nodded. "I can do that." The sorcerer appeared flabbergasted, "can you? Really? This I must see." "I am tiring of your taunts, old man." Kael cleared his throat and twirled his finger, tapping his foot impatiently. "What is going on, brother? Shall we sail on this one or not?" "We must find the lead and make a formal request. Apparently he is the only one who decides who may or may not board his craft." "Makes sense enough. Where is he?" "The short one said he may be in one of the bath houses and that they'll likely not set sail until sunrise," Kirik replied, glancing back to where the dwarf had pointed. "This place has a bath-house? You wouldn't know it by looking," the juvenile replied, peering around with thinly veiled disgust. Horace observed their conversation with a thoughtful expression before returning his attention to Peggins. "Do you have any idea when he might return to the ship? I hardly think it would be in our favor to go barging in on him whilst in the middle of bathing." Pogs shrugged and went back to squinting at his list, "t'Cap'n will be back by dawn. Tis all I was told. Ya might have a look 'round town for a bit. Ya got 'til tomorrow. Now piss off! I got work t'finish." He flapped his hand at Horace and grimaced. "One last question; are there any other crews that you know about who may be planning to sail a bit earlier than yourselves? Perhaps tonight?" Pogs glanced around at the nearly deserted docks before issuing a sighing grunt, "nah. T'early snow put a damper on t'fishin' and tourists. Been a meager season as of yet; we're yer bes' bet - if yer even allowed on, that is. Now get!" The wizard blinked again and began to saunter away, "right then!" He turned to the Feylak brothers, "seems we're stuck here until dawn. If I may make a suggestion?" Kirik followed and nodded, features grim and distracted. He was not looking forward to lingering here. "Perhaps a good scrubbing in hot water may be appreciated by all. Come now, Feylak. We cannot go anywhere presently, might as well allow ourselves a bit of much needed rest?" Kael tilted his head at the strange little man, "what is he saying?" "He is telling me that we need to bathe and rest." "I am neither tired, nor dirty." "Nor am I, youngling." Anya and Andi watched all the back-and-forth silently. Each wondered if they would indeed be granted access to the ship. And, if so, how long would the voyage take? Would the crew members be kind? Anya tried to remain hopeful. Being in the presence of others was a comforting thought; especially considering the company that they'd been sharing for the last few days. She glanced back at the dwarf's face; he'd seemed brusque but not unkind. Peggins noticed and tipped his head to her, " evenin' lass." She raised her brows a bit, surprised at the polite farewell. Remembering her manners, she offered him a prim, little courtsey in return. "Good-night, sir." Pogs' entire demeanor softened considerably. It'd been awhile since he'd been referred to as 'sir'. The dwarf suddenly hoped that Sway would allow the strange group to board ship. It had also been quite some time that he'd been around a polite, sweet-natured lady. He watched as the dark-haired woman gave him a tentative smile, and then began to busy herself with fastening her hair back into a thick, tidy braid. Andi, on the other hand, sincerely doubted it; taking into account how they'd been welcomed initially by the harbor's locals. Still though, she couldn't help but admit that the thought of a proper bath in an actual tub sounded heavenly. Anxiously, she glanced at Kirik; rather hoping that he'd agree. Kael noticed the girl's hopeful look. The juvenile watched her furtively for a moment before turning back to his elder, "maybe we should, though." Kirik appeared surprised, "oh?" Kael shrugged and affected casual indifference, "well, we're not going anywhere right now. I actually wouldn't mind a soak. Come on, big brother, what could it harm?" He tossed Kirik a charming grin and raised his eyebrows up and down several times. The elder stared dourly at his sibling for a moment; then hefted a sigh. "Fine. But I think it would be best if we split up to search for this Sway. I'd prefer it if we were able to speak with him before sunrise, and we'll cover more ground that way." The youngster appeared dubious, "do you suppose it's a good idea to go our separate ways in this place?" Kirik shrugged, "it will be excellent practice for you, boy. You must learn to lead on your own." "Who am I searching for? What does he look like?" "The dwarf did not offer a description; only mentioned a large, noisy, black bird that apparently accompanies him. I'm assuming it's a pet, rather like that creature," Kirik gestured towards the puppy. Kael nodded and peered back from where they'd come from, "and if we do not find him this evening?" The elder thought for a moment, "we shall all meet back here just before sun up. The dwarf said Sway will return to his vessel then." "And if I do find him?" Kirik glowered at his sibling, becoming impatient to get moving, "then don't fuck up our chances." Kael arched a brow, surprised at his brother's language, "you have no faith in me, do you." "None." The juvenile sulked for a moment before shrugging it off. "Don't worry. I wouldn't be able to speak with him anyhow, remember?" Kirik appeared stricken for a moment. He'd forgotten that particular detail. The elder brother was silent for several minutes before turning to regard Horace, "you seem to be familiar with speaking with these sort of...people." The sorcerer inclined his head, "indeed." "If we find Sway, can I trust you to be the spokesperson on my behalf?" Horace grinned cheekily, "you can trust nearly anything, really." Kirik's upper lip curled, displeased by the sorcerer's ambiguity, "my patience is virtually nil at the moment, old man. Can I trust you, or not?" The wizard's expression was crestfallen, "you've no sense of humor at ALL." A sigh, "yes, yes, yes. I will speak for you." "Good. And know this; if it turns out I regret this decision, I will make sure that you shall regret it as well. Have we an accord?" Horace touched three fingers to his chest and nodded, "esteemed leader; you've my word that I speak true." Kirik arched a brow at this, surprised at the gesture of sincerity. After a moment, he nodded back, "so it will be, then." He pulled the ring off of his finger and tossed it to Kael. The youngster widened his eyes and caught it, a grin spreading across his mouth. "You're letting me borrow this?! Excellent!" The older brother's mouth thinned, "You will need it if you find the captain." Kirik hesitated momentarily, then continued, "...if you lose it, I shall be most displeased." "Oh, I've no doubt about that. Don't worry, big brother, I'll be extra careful," he replied, sliding the ring onto his own finger. Anya glanced at the wizard, a weight settling in her chest. "What do you mean? What's going on? Why would you need to speak for him?" The wizard shrugged, "I assume we're splitting up to search." Kael stood there, amazed, as he listened to the two humans speak. At first, the words were just as indecipherable as they'd been to him thus far. After a moment, however, he felt something seem to almost settle and click deep inside his head. With a start, he found that he'd understood the last couple of words that the wizard had spoken. Andi clutched Anya, "I'm going with you, right?" The juvenile snickered at her query and snatched her arm, "no." The girl stared at him, startled, not quite believing what she'd just heard. "I... You... What?!" "No," he repeated, beginning to pull her away from Anya. "No!" She cried, latching onto Andi's other arm and tugging. The puppy fell from the girl's grasp, landing with a thud and an accusatory whine. He began to scamper about; nervously jumping up on Kael, then Andi, and back onto Kael again. Andi, paying the small dog no mind, appeared distraught and began trying to pull out of his grasp. "No! I don't want to!" "Kael," Kirik began quietly. The youngling glanced at his brother, brows raised. "Hm?" "Assure the witch that you will not harm her kin." "Why?" Kirik placed a hand on his forehead, frustrated, "because if you do not, it will be rather difficult to separate them." This said, Kael turned to consider the elder sister. Finally, the youngling shrugged and offered Anya the most friendly grin he had in his repertoire. Unfortunately, the effect was somewhat dampened by the presence of his wickedly sharp sets of teeth. Anya paled slightly and tightened her grip on Andi's arm. "Woman..." he began haltingly, the unfamiliar language taking a bit more time to arrange itself in his head. Anya felt a prickle of indignation, "you're going to refer to me as 'woman' as well? Really?" Kael ignored this, "I won't hurt her." He gave Andi a shake to indicate that it was she he was speaking about. Andi stared up at him, doubt written on her features. He had, in fact, already harmed her. Hadn't he. Anya's expression mirrored her sister's. "I don't believe you." She refused to release Andi. The juvenile hefted a sigh and glanced at his sibling for help. Kirik merely stared back, features almost amused. No assistance there. Kael grumbled under his breath and tried again, "we're to search for the lead and meet back here at dawn. All of us." He paused, "you have my word." "How do I know you'll keep your word?" He appeared offended, "I do not go back on my oaths." Andi shook her head and tried to wrench her arm out of his grasp again, "I don't want to go with you! I hate you!" At this, a fleeting expression of hurt flashed across the youngster's face. However, as quickly as it had surfaced, it was expertly masked. "I don't care. You're coming with me." Taters began to issue a whining bark, understanding his Girl was very unhappy with his new friend. Why would she be unhappy with him? The man-thing smelled very strongly of her and she of him. Didn't that mean that they should like each other? Only good-friends would smell of each other. Just as the woman and his Girl smelled like one another. Weren't his Girl and the man-thing good-friends? Not knowing what to do, he lay down between the two of them, panting and shaking. Anya felt a surge of anger bubble up from the pit of her stomach. She took several deliberate steps towards Kael and stared directly up at him. The youngster gazed back down at her, wondering what she wanted now. "You tell him, " she began in a low hiss, pointing at Kirik, "that if you harm my sister in any way before we meet up again, I shall see to it that your quest fails." "Oh? And how would you do that?" "You need me alive in order to succeed, correct? If she gets harmed, " Anya pointed at Andi this time, "I will make certain that you two will have to start from the beginning, and I doubt you've the time for that. He has mentioned before that your time here is running out." "Anya!" Andi gasped, shocked. "Hush!" Anya snapped fiercely, eyes never wavering from Kael's. "Tell him!" She demanded. The juvenile stood there for a moment, torn, then began to speak to his elder. Kirik's eyes flared brightly when Kael finished, then replied to the youngster in a quick, clipped tone. The younger brother glowered at his sibling. Kirik merely glared back, and snapped something out at him. "He said to tell you that he understands. But, " Kael held up a finger, "if you do so, he will take his wrath out on her." The youngling jerked a thumb towards Andi. "And I won't be able to stop him. You think about that before you try anything idiotic, witch." Anya!" Andi cried again, horrified. The elder sister turned her heated glare onto Kirik. He met her glower head-on, neither one willing to drop their gaze. "Dear me," Horace began fretfully, placing himself in between the two older siblings. "Really now, I don't believe you need to overly worry. I daresay that if he'd wanted to maim or kill your sister, he'd have done it by now. Don't you think?" "Be that as it may, I still need assurance. He knows my stakes, and I stand by them," she replied, her eyes still locked onto Kirik's. "I see," the wizard said quietly. "It'd be a shame, you know. This is getting so very exciting." Andi hung her head, "I'll go, Anya. It'll be alright. Please don't-" "Enough," Kael interrupted. "We'll meet back here at dawn." He began to pull Andi away. Taters rose and scampered after the two of them. "Bye Anya. I'll see you soon," she called out, unhappily. Tears began to slide down her cheeks. "At sunrise, Sweet. I'll be waiting," she replied, finally dropping her gaze. Her eyes began filling with tears of her own. 24. Kael pulled the girl along. He didn't know exactly where he was going, but he figured that getting a move on was preferable to standing idle. The juvenile was rather proud to be trusted to go off on his own. Even more so that he'd also been entrusted with the care of one of his brother's most valued possessions. He glanced down at the object in question; Kirik's ring gleamed brightly on his finger. His elder had had it for as long as he could remember. In fact, it was the only one of its kind in the entire Great Glacier. Pausing to glance about, he idly wondered where his brother had acquired it. The elder had never offered to share that particular story. Made sense, though, that Kirik be the bearer of such a thing; he made excellent use of it while an interrogation was in progress. Quite a handy little item indeed. "Brat," he began, still peering around doubtfully. Andi said nothing. Brat!" He said again, sounding angry. Andi still didn't respond. "Answer me when I address you, " he snapped, giving her another brisk shake. "That isn't my name, " she muttered, staring at her feet. Frustration stabbed at him; unable to understand why she was inclined to be so obstinate. He chose to ignore it, however. For the time being. "Have you ever been here?" "No." "Damn," he growled, rubbing a hand over his face. "And we've such a specific description to go on, as well," he continued sarcastically. "We're to look for a large black bird. A bird. You know, he does this to me on purpose. Deliberately makes things much more difficult than they have to be," he grumbled, disgusted. Andi tilted her head, a bit taken aback at the obvious annoyance in his tone. For a moment, it almost made him sound human. Surprised at this, she timidly ventured a suggestion. "Pogs said the captain was bathing. Maybe we should ask someone where the bath houses are." He stared down at her, "what in the hell is a 'Pogs'?" "Uhm...he's the dwarf the wizard and your brother just got done talking to. He said his name was Pogs." "What a terrible name. I almost feel badly for him," Kael replied, shaking his head in sympathy. "Er...I guess so." Andi continued to stare at him, still amazed that she was able to understand him so suddenly and completely. "So ask someone, you say? Right then." He glanced around briefly, a frown creasing his brow. There weren't many people milling about, being a bit late in the evening, but there were a few stragglers still wandering here and there. "You there! Drunkard!" Kael shouted, waving his hand to catch the attention of a oldish gentleman stumbling along nearby. The man didn't respond right away, only staggered slightly and let out a belch. Finally, he turned his head slowly and peered at the trio suspiciously, with one eye squinted shut. "...you ah -urp- talkin' to ..ah.. me?" "Yes, you. Tell me where the bathing houses are," Kael responded in a haughty, commanding tone. The man issued another hiccuping burp and tilted his head in concentration. "Bathing houses?" He finally managed to repeat. "Oh dear. Do I smell that bad?" He questioned, sniffing at his armpit. Dark Travelers Ch. 09 Andi was vaguely amused but Kael grew impatient. "No! Not for you, idiot! We need to know the way." "Ohhh," he drawled. "There's actually two of 'em here. Ones just down yonder, next to the bordello," he pointed to a side street. "It's hard to miss. The other is...uhm. Erm..." He stumbled a bit and scratched at his temple in confusion. Kael appeared irritated, "slovenly bovine! It's amazing you've lived as long as you have! Never mind! I shall ask another." He started to turn away, then paused to consider something. "I very much doubt it, but have you by chance heard of some person called Sway?" The drunken man chortled merrily and nodded happily, "of course I'm swaying! I'm soused! Hah!" After which, he fell over in a heap and began snoring loudly. The juvenile stared down at him, mouth slightly open, "unbelievable." Taters trotted over and sniffed at the slumbering man curiously. After a moment he sneezed and backed off; issuing a muttering bark before disregarding the drunk. This man was ill. The deep-inside kind of sick. Rotting. The puppy had no wish to smell such a thing for longer than he absolutely had to. Panting, he sat at his Girl's feet and stared up at her attentively, awaiting her next move. Andi also watched the unconscious man, but a small, bemused smile danced across her lips; rather than a scowl. Kael noticed and a frown creased his brow. "That is what you find appealing?" He sounded incredulous. "No. I find it funny," she replied calmly. "That is not funny. That is sad and pathetic only." Andi shrugged and attempted to fold her arms across her chest. Kael still had hold of one and she shot him an annoyed glower. "Let me go. I'm not going to try and run off anywhere, and you're hurting me." Kael immediately eased his grip but did not release her. The girl heaved a sigh and hung her head. As the juvenile began walking in the direction that the inebriated human had indicated, he frowned down at her again. "You behave very strangely for a female." Andi tossed him a quick sidelong glance, a bit incensed. "I do not. You're the strange one." Indignant, Kael issued a huffing sound. "You don't do as you're told at all. And you back-talk constantly. Most females would know better. Mine certainly do." He slowed his stride to consider the buildings they were passing. The drunkard had said that the bath house would be hard to miss; whatever that meant. Andi furrowed her brow but still kept her gaze firmly on the boarded walkways. "I don't have to do as I'm told." The youngster appeared astonished, "is that so?" A smile crept across his mouth, "If that is the case, I shall enjoy disciplining you immensely. You will make a nice little addition to my harem." The girl's shock was evident, "I don't want to be in your harem! I don't want to be in anyone's harem!" "I do not care about your wants." Her eyes filled with tears again. She tried to hold them back but she felt them begin to slide hotly down her cheeks, regardless. The young Feylak didn't seem to notice as they strode past the various shacks and shops. After she had gotten herself under control again, Andi morosely began to glance around at her surroundings. A hooting cat-call directed her attention over to a large, crimson building. Four or five women with heavily painted faces were prancing about on the porch and wiggling their back-ends suggestively. Several more hung out of the lower windows, beckoning and making kissing sounds at the male passerbys. Next to that, a somewhat smaller structure was built, directly connected to the bordello. As she observed, a large cloud of steam billowed out from the open door. "It's over there, " she said tonelessly, pointing with her free hand. Kael glanced over and nodded after a brief examination. "So it is. Very good, Brat," he replied. Several of the women who were milling around the whorehouse cooed and commented as they approached. "Well, aren't you a big fella!" "Isn't he, though? Do you think the rest of him is as big?" "I'd wager my hard earned coin on it," the first answered, cheekily. "Perhaps he wishes to show us?" "Hee! Look! The little Miss with him looks soooo forlorn. Ohhhh, you poor, sweet, baby girl! Here, let me take your place!" Kael grinned up at them, enjoying the compliments and obvious innuendos, unable to help himself. He was finding himself becoming more and more charmed with these little human females. Especially- He shook his head sharply, then glanced down to regard the Brat. "You see, there? They wish to be mine," he told her, smugly. "They're whores! They'd sleep with anything if they're paid enough!" He laughed, unperturbed, "you are a sass mouth, aren't you." The girl shot him a forbidding glare and refused to comment. One woman sashayed down the steps, smiling mischievously. "You two heading to bathe?" Kael glanced over at her and winked, "we are. Want to join us?" "No!" Andi cried. The woman giggled at the girl's obvious distress, "I'd go in now, then. You can get a free soak since the owner is otherwise occupied at the moment. Damned miser charges far too much for a simple washing, besides. You want to be quick though, you don't have much time. He lacks the stamina, and won't be more than a few minutes." She glanced up at one of the windows and snickered again. "Excellent," Kael replied, starting to drag Andi towards the entrance. "Wait!" The woman shouted. Kael glanced back, surprised. "I thought I was invited?" She rearranged her pretty features into a pout. Andi glared fiercely at her, "go away!" The woman widened her eyes, "well, well! She's got some fight in her!" "Another time, wench," Kael purred kindly. "I've business to tend to presently." Still sulking, the whore inched her way back up the steps of the bordello and continued to observe them carefully. Inside, the bath house was warm and moist. It consisted of an empty front counter and four rooms separated by partitions that were only built three-fourths of the way up to the ceiling. This design enabled the majority of the steam to escape out the front entrance and not overwhelm the patrons. Only one of these rooms was shut; the other three doors hung wide open. Kael put his ear up to the closed one and listened for a moment. He heard nothing but the occasional splash on the other side. It seemed someone was making use of one of the tubs. He didn't much figure it would be this mysterious Sway person, but it wouldn't do to leave before making sure. The juvenile was about to pound on the door, then hesitated. He and Kirik wanted this man to grant them a favor. Going by that logic, he figured it probably wasn't a good idea to rudely interrupt. Still though, whoever was on the other side of the door didn't seem to be in too much of a rush. Kael let out an impatient sigh then glanced at the other three available rooms. He recalled the girl's hopeful look at the mention of a hot bath and had an idea. "You wished to wash off, did you not? Well go on then, Brat. Have at it." He gestured towards one of the opened doors. Andi was rather surprised at the offer, and a glimmer of eager anticipation flitted across her features. Almost instantly, however, her expression of sullen distrust resurfaced. "You're teasing me," she accused. "You're not really going to let me." He arched a brow, puzzled. "Why would I lie about something so simple as a bath? Go on," he said again, "we've until dawn. There is no rush." She stooped down to scoop Taters up again, and appeared thoughtful. Andi absently stroked the puppy's head as she turned to consider the empty rooms. Kael watched her carefully, still not comprehending why she just didn't go ahead and go in. It was quite obvious that she wanted to. "Well," she began slowly, "I guess so." Kael issued a curt nod. "Good." He flapped a hand at her and hopped up onto the counter, taking a seat. "I'll even wait here," he said graciously, failing to mention it was to lookout for whoever was in the occupied room. Surprised again, Andi nodded gratefully. She started to turn away then suddenly remembered a bit of what Horace had told her earlier that day. Something about being charming to make him do as she wanted. "Thank you, Kael," she said softly, after a moment. This time it was his turn to be taken aback. Gratitude was the last thing he'd been expecting from this odd, combative little woman. "Of course," he replied loftily, affecting disinterest once more. *** Anya chewed on her lower lip and watched as her sister was being dragged away. When she was finally out of sight, her shoulders drooped in defeat and despair threatened to overtake her. After a moment, she felt a hand clasp her shoulder comfortingly. Horace clicked his tongue against his teeth in sympathy, "you two have never been separated, have you?" She shook her head without comment. The wizard hefted a sigh and nodded, removing his hand. "You needn't worry, I think. The juvenile will look after her well enough." "How can you possibly know that? Just days ago he was threatening to run her through with those horrid swords he carries, " Anya snapped bitterly, her throat beginning to ache. Horace hesitated before replying, "let's just say thaqt I know a thing or two about the Feylaks." "How?" The sorcerer merely shrugged mysteriously when Kirik cleared his throat and stepped in between the two. He didn't much like not being able to understand what was being said. Horace stared up at him candidly enough, a knowing smile stretching across his lips. "Well then! We best be going, correct? Time is a wasting! Chop, chop!" He clapped his hands smartly and began to march off. Anya stood rooted to the spot, still staring in the direction her sister had gone. With an irritated growl, Kirik grasped her arm and began pulling her along after Horace, much as Kael had Andi. "I am not a dog that needs to led about, creature! Unhand me!" She shouted, wrenching free from his grip and giving him a shove. He didn't budge, it was like trying to push a boulder. Frustration boiled over and she pushed him again, determined to at least make him falter. Kirik arched a brow in surprised at her aggression, then cupped her jaw with a large hand and squeezed. Anya hissed in pain but glowered at him nonetheless. The elder waggled a finger at her warningly and shook his head. "I am going to make you pay for all of this," she told him softly. Ice froze her tone, "just see if I don't." Horace had paused to observe the exchange, eyes alight with curiosity. He'd been wondering when the older sister would show some sort of defiance. Curious as to how the elder Feylak would respond, he remained watchful; a small smile playing on his lips. Kirik observed the angry little woman for several moments before easing the pressure. However, he didn't release her. Anya stood stock-still as the creature slid his hand down and curled his fingers around her throat. He didn't squeeze though, only seemed to be testing the texture of her flesh. The two gazed at one another, seemingly unaware of anything else. This time, it was Horace's turn to clear his throat impatiently. Startled, they glanced over at him. He twirled his finger, borrowing Kael's gesture, and beckoned to them. Kirik seemed to consider something, then slowly took his hand away. Anya felt the warmth of his skin linger for a moment or two, then slowly begin to fade. When it was completely gone, she clutched at her neck fretfully. The Feylak watched her closely, then grunted and gave her a slight push to get her moving. This time, she complied without incident. There was silence for a brief period, then Horace began to prattle on to himself in an offhand sort of way. "You'd think someone would think to clean up this place. It'd very likely bring in more business. A bit sad, don't you think? That they've let this little harbor become so run-down?" He gestured around to the assorted litter and ramshackle buildings, "really! A bit of paint and some thorough scrubbing and this place would come back to life? Don't you agree, Anya?" When he received no answer, he glanced over at the woman expectantly. Anya glowered at him and only shrugged in reply. Kirik frowned at the two of them, but he didn't seem to be as suspicious as he'd been before at their chatter. Horace pointed towards a small, ratty-looking shop that apparently sold bait, "just look. Would you buy something from a store that looked like that? I should think not. It's all about presentation. You know, Anya, I do believe that our large friend here has developed a soft-spot for you." Anya shot him a startled glance but the wizard seemed to pay her no mind. Rather, the strange little man only pointed at another slumbering drunk who was lying out in front of another tavern. "Oh yes. Indeed he has. Why else would your sister still be alive?" His tone was still lighthearted and distracted. The woman caught on and turned to look at where he was pretending to point. In response, she shook her head and affected an expression of disgust towards the unconscious drunk, "he needs the two of us, though." Horace shook his head and paused, appearing to glance around in confusion. "I suppose we ought to actually stop and ask someone if they've seen a man with a black parrot hanging around here," he murmured to himself. "And no, he doesn't. He only needs you. Curious, isn't it, that not only is your sister still living, he has allowed her to bring the puppy along as well." Anya began to chew on her lower lip, mind racing. "What's you point, then?" She finally asked. "There is no point," Horace responded casually, "I just thought it an interesting observation." Oh look! Sir! Sir!" The wizard suddenly scuttled off to speak with a shopkeeper who was closing his store for the evening. Kirik watched as the old man begin to converse with the human male, then gave the witch another searching glance. Idly, he wondered what the two of them had been talking about, but he wasn't overly concerned. Judging from their tone and body language, it had been about their current surroundings. Anya stood silently, arms folded across her chest. Her expression was once again unreadable. He found this very frustrating; the way she could so completely turn inward. The woman's face revealed nothing of her thoughts and she refused to look his way. Kirik felt that strange tightening in his chest again and he frowned, puzzled. Why did it keep happening? He noticed that several locks of her hair had escaped the braid and were fluttering around her face with the breeze. Before he realized what he was doing; Kirik found himself reaching out to undo the plait, running his fingers through the long, smooth strands. Her hair was remarkably soft and fine. Very different than the texture of his own. He believed he could pet her for hours without ever growing tired of it. A soft, nearly inaudible purring sound began to issue from deep within his chest. Anya stiffened instantly when she felt his touch. After a moment though, her scalp began to tingle with pleasure as his gentle caresses continued. Unsure of his intentions, she swallowed with difficulty and took several steps back. Nervously, she began running her own fingers through her hair and trembled slightly. Timidly, she glanced up at his face and found herself getting lost in his intense gaze once again. Horace returned with a disappointed look on his face. "No luck," he announced sadly, "the gentleman has not seen anyone of the sort come by here this evening. Shall we proceed? Er, shall we...ah...hello?" He observed the two staring at one another again and shook his head in wry amusement. Finally, he snapped his fingers in front of Anya's face loudly. Blinking, she tossed him a startled glance, "oh! ...Sorry. What were you saying?" The old man watched her with his piercing gray eyes, "I said; let's get going, the clerk has not seen our captain anywhere in this vicinity." "A-alright, then," she managed to stammer. Kirik paid the wizard no mind, only continued to stare at the woman with an inscrutable expression. This was not lost on Horace; but he didn't comment, merely began to lead the way once more. Horace asked several more patrons if they'd seen, heard of, or knew the whereabouts of the mysterious Captain Sway. None knew where he'd gone, but many seemed to be familiar with who he was. Apparently, from what information the wizard had been able to gather, this was a regular stop for Sway and his crew. He'd even managed to find out that they were looking for a red-haired individual with a multitude of freckles. Although curiously, the harbor's locals were a bit reluctant to offer much more of a description than that. It would only be a matter of time before they found him. The sorcerer was gratified, and was very much looking forward to meeting this chap. Kirik, on the other hand, was not as thrilled. Each time the old man had come back shaking his head in negation, the elder brother's scowl had deepened. He felt their time was being wasted on a wild goose chase. Idly, he wondered if Kael was having any better luck than they were. Anya merely hoped that her sister was alright. 24. Kael was bored. Bored, bored, bored. The Brat had finally gone in to take her bath some time ago, leaving him to wait out here. Contrary to what the whore had said, the owner had not returned to look after his shop; it had seemed to him like hours had passed, and still, the other occupant had yet to show himself. "Ugh," he muttered, stretching and leaning back across the counter. After several more moments, he turned his head to glance at the first room and then at the one the girl had gone into. Slowly, an impish smile inched his way across his mouth. Perhaps she would need help washing her back? What kind of Master would he be if he didn't offer to lend a hand? A piss-poor one, that's what. Chuckling softly, he hopped down off the counter and carefully began to ease the door open. He saw the girl's yellow hair hanging over the edge of the tub. Her back was towards him and it appeared as though she was dozing. Making his way around, he saw that she'd slid down into the warm water until only her nose and eyes were above the surface. They were shut and she looked exhausted. Kael's expression softened a bit at this. The puppy had layed down quite near the tub and was napping. At Kael's approach, though, his head popped up. Tots' tail began to thumb against the floor, pleased to see his friend. The younger brother grinned and crouched to pat the dog's head before turning his attention to the female in the tub. Andi's eyes were still closed and she didn't react at all. If she knew he was there, she gave no sign. The juvenile reached out to touch her, then paused with indecision. He'd no wish to scare her again, surprisingly enough. Figuring she'd been through enough recently, he merely cleared his throat and waited for her to acknowledge him. Her response was immediate. Andi jerked upright and issued a harsh gasp, sending water sloshing over the sides. She turned and stared at him with huge eyes, arms instantly crossing over her breasts. "Get out of here!" She cried, scooting towards the opposite end of the tub in an attempt to get as far away from him as possible. Kael was rather chagrined. The intent had been not to frighten her. He held up both of his hands to show her that he meant her no harm. "You've been in here for awhile, I was only checking to make sure you hadn't drowned." Andi was breathing harshly and shaking. It was clear that she didn't at all believe him. "You stay away from me!" Dark Travelers Ch. 09 He frowned slightly and tilted his head, "or what?" She didn't respond, only continued to stare at him distrustfully. Kael's mouth thinned with exasperation, "why do you behave so fearfully when I have yet to harm you?" He rose to a standing position and crossed his arms over his chest. At this, her expression shifted into one of amazement. "You have so harmed me! You've kidnapped me, threatened me, and raped me!" He arched a brow at this last accusation, "I what you?" Andi glowered at him for a moment, "oh please! Like you don't know!" "I don't." Her frustration was evident and her chin began to tremble. "Last night in the lighthouse. Upstairs. You took me against my will!" "Oh. That. Stupid girl. You are a slave. Slaves do not have a will of their own," he replied, nonchalantly. "Stay away from me!" She repeated. The young Feylak was surprised at her vehemence, "did you not enjoy yourself?" She glowered at him and didn't answer. "Because," he continued, "it certainly sounded as though you did. And it also felt like it." Still, she offered no response. He smiled rather kindly, "I enjoyed you, you know. And I plan on enjoying you again." He paused briefly, expression appraising. "There will come a time, Brat, when you will eagerly spread your legs for me. Mark my words." Never," she hissed at him. At this, Kael's eyes began to brighten and his smile grew into a predatory grin. "Challenge accepted." "Shut-up!" She cried cringing against the side of the tub. Her cheeks began to redden and heat up. Both intent on the other, neither heard a soft fluttering from above. A moment later, a large black bird with red cheeks had perched on the adjoining wall. The creature cocked its head and focused one bright, black eye on the pair. After a brief pause, a curious face appeared next to the parrot, staring down at the two of them with intrigue. Kael tilted his head, still a bit confused. "Did I hurt you? I tried to be easy on you. Was I too rough?" Andi was aghast, "yes you hurt me! And scared me! And bit me!" She jerked her chin towards her wounded shoulder and her eyes filled with tears again. "Why did you do that?" "To mark you as mine," he responded slowly, as if he were speaking to a simpleton. "I am not yours!" "No?" He frowned. Perhaps she did belong to someone else. "Another male has laid claim on you, then? If that is the case, I shall fight him for you." She went quiet, unwilling to speak to him any longer. Several minutes dragged by; the silence grew oppressive. "Well? Don't be keepin' me in suspense now! What happens next?!" A voice piped up brightly. Kael reacted instantly, whirling around and drawing both swords, teeth bared. Andi jerked in surprise and turned her glance upward. There, clutching onto the half-wall, was a grinning green-eyed, red-haired, freckle-faced woman gazing down at the two of them. Her features were sprightly, animated and intensely interested. "Well?" She repeated. "Do ye belong to another already?" She asked Andi. "Ah...I, uhm," the girl began, utterly nonplussed. Kael, after a moment of assessment, sheathed his blades and cocked his head to the side. "That is your bird?" The strange woman inclined her head at him in affirmation. "Your name is Sway?" He went on. At this, the woman's candid expression instantly darkened into one of suspicion. "I know ye?" The juvenile shook his head, "no. But I know of you. I was told you might be willing to grant us access to your ship." "Really now. Who told ye that?" Sway asked, narrowing her eyes. Kael offered her a charming grin, "the short one did. The one called Pogs." "Gah! Good fer nothin' blabber mouth!" Sway railed, smacking her forehead with the palm of her hand. "Good fer nothin'!" The bird squawked in reply. "Aye, Skeet. He is. We'd be better off without him," the redhead grumbled. Kael felt his hopes plummet, "so, you're not willing then?" "Did ye hear me say that, creature?" Andi slowly began to ease out of the tub, and reached for her clothing. At the sight of her bare, wet skin, Skeet issued a piercing wolf-whistle. Sway glanced over at the girl and beamed at her reddening cheeks. "Don't get clutched now, little lass! Ol' Skeet here is just a flirt." Andi hastily threw her clothes on without bothering to dry off. Kael had turned one eye on her to watch, grinning in appreciation. The girl shot him a resentful glare and bent down to snatch the puppy up again. Sway watched the pair with obvious delight, propping her face up on both hands. "So, tell me, why do ye have need to board my ship?" Attention diverted, Kael glanced back up at the heavily spotted woman. "We need to travel to Wyvern Rock. Do you know of it?" "Aye, I do. Why do ye need to go there? Tis a dangerous place." "We're in need of their scales." Sway nodded, "hmmmmm, I see. Ye know ye can buy dried Wyvern scales from any shaman from here to there, right?" Kael shrugged, "these need to be fresh, not dried." "Hmmmmmm," the woman murmured again. "Seems to me to be a rather one-sided deal. What be in it fer me, then?" "I cannot say. That is for my elder to decide. He is the lead." Sway appeared astounded, "there be another of ye?!" "Yes." Sway hoisted herself up and swung a leg over the partition. Letting go, she made to jump down the rest of the way. She would have made it easily had her cloak not snagged itself on an errant nail. "Ack!" She uttered as she fell the rest of the way, landing in an ungraceful heap at Kael's boots. "BWA HA HA HAAAAAAA!" The bird shrieked, its voice an eerie replica of the red-haired captain's. "Shut yer hole, ye damnable flying rat!" Kael raised both brows and stared down at her; half amused, half annoyed. He wondered how this clumsy woman had managed to name herself the captain of a large ship. She didn't even seem to be able to stand on her own two feet without difficulty. Andi watched as well, eyes wide, as the woman bounced to her feet and dusted herself off. Sway was quite short and scrawny; shorter even than Anya. However, twin cutlasses hung at her hips and two pistols were nestled in holsters at her waist. The girl was rather certain that the woman wouldn't carry such things if she wasn't able to use them with some skill. Still clutching the puppy, she tried to blend into the background as the two continued to barter with one another. "So then," Sway continued, "if I require a pittance for me services, yer brother is the one to barter with?" "Yes." "Ye ain't much of a talker, are ye?" Kael was heartened. If she was asking about payment, it meant that she was considering doing them the service. He wanted to make sure not to blow the deal by being rude, even if she was an inferior species. "More cautious than anything," he replied politely. "Aye. I can see that," she responded brightly, all smiles once again. "Well then, are ye going to introduce me to yer brother? Or do ye wanna stand here and gab all night long?" Skeet fluttered down and perched on the rim of the tub. He cocked an eye at Andi and let loose another wolf-whistle. Tots barked excitedly in response, wagging his tail furiously. The black cockatoo flared his top-notch up in alarm and issued an ear-piercing shriek. "I said shut yer hole, Skeet! Tis nothin' but a puppy," Sway barked, irritated. "My brother, the witch and the wizard have gone to search for you in another part of the harbor. Kirik told me to meet him back at your ship at daybreak," Kael explained, ignoring the outburst and his ringing ears. Sway appeared astonished once again, "there be a witch and wizard with ye two, as well? Mercy me, how excitin'!" "She's not a witch," Andi said softly, defending her sister. "She's just a regular person." "Eh?" Sway muttered, turning to look at the blonde girl. "My sister is not a witch!" Andi replied heatedly. "Is that so? And ye? Are ye a witch too?" "No, I am not." The captain nodded thusly, "alright then. So yer his slave, only?" Sway pointed at Kael. Andi shook her head angrily, "no, I am not!" "I'm confused," the woman said, slanting her mouth to the side. "So lemme get this right; ye two," she pointed at each of them, "are traveling with a witch, a wizard, and another purple creature, seeking to go to Wyvern Rock. Only the witch ain't a witch, but a regular person and yer his slave but not really?" "Basically," Andi replied dryly. Kael rolled his eyes and shook his head in exasperation while Sway only stared at her, still not comprehending. "Him and his brother kidnapped me and my sister. We're not here because we want to be," the girl explained. "Ahhhhh, so ye are a servant!" "I'm not!" Sway's green eyes sparkled with sympathy for the poor girl. Seemed like she had not accepted her fate just yet. "Well, far be it from me to meddle. Why don't we just mosey on to me ship and await their return, hm? We can all set things straight then, right?" "Agreed," Kael answered eagerly. Pride swelled in his chest at being the one to not only find the captain, but also at convincing her to at least consider granting them access to her vessel. Kirik was going to be very, very pleased with him. Sway made to stride out towards the exit then stopped abruptly. "Oi! I be needin' to know yer names! Ye already know mine well enough. Hardly seems fair, do it?" She stared at the two of them expectantly. "I'm named Kael. That is Brat," he replied, gesturing towards the blonde girl. She bristled, "my name is Andi!" Sway widened her eyes and snorted laughter, "ye seem to be a very confused bunch. Come on then Kael and Andi Brat. Let's get!" That said, she flounced out of the room with a flourish; leaving the two of them to stare after her in amazement. Dark Travelers Ch. 10 Author's Note: :D I love Sway and Skeet. I absolutely adore them. I'm glad so many of you did, as well. Enjoy this chapter, and please keep up with the wonderful comments. They really do make my day. Luv n' stuff, Ginnnnnnnnnnnna! 25. "Well, I think it's safe to say that he isn't on this side of the harbor," Horace commented dryly. The trio had searched diligently but to no avail. It seemed that their missing captain had taken the opposite direction, or was hiding rather effectively. Kirik was in a foul mood because of this, and his expression showed it. He glowered down at the wizard as if it were all his fault that their prize was remaining elusive. Horace noticed and appeared offended, once again. "What are you giving me that look for?" He questioned. "I didn't stash him anywhere." The Feylak merely arched a brow and issued an annoyed huff. Kirik wondered if the boy had indeed been the one to find him. The idea filled the elder brother with a vague sense of uneasiness. Kael knew how to battle well enough, and he was courageous to a fault; but eloquence was definitely not his strongest attribute. Still though, he had to learn. However, Kirik again began to wonder if he should have sent the boy off on his own. Anya was quiet and had been for some time now. Her thoughts were a turmoil of confusion and worry. She fretted about her sister and what may or may not be happening to her. The woman had her suspicions; oh yes, she did. Kael's sudden change in behavior around Andi had been nagging and eating away at her. If she and her sister got the chance to speak privately, Anya planned on asking her just what had happened between the two of them. Dark thoughts of what if's and might be's danced through her mind; making her stomach alternately clench and churn. She shook her head, trying to disperse the unpleasant jumble of mind-clutter, and instead tried to work out what was happening between herself and...him. There was no use denying it any longer; something was definitely amiss. Or, at the very least, some dynamic in their captor/captive relationship had changed. Hesitantly, she risked a peek at the elder Feylak. He was gazing out over the water and appeared irritated. The woman observed the strong lines of his jaw, his rigid posture, and felt a little shiver work its way up her spine. She realized, with a start, that he was quite handsome; even despite being a different species. His features were sharp, precise and nicely proportioned. Anya watched him furtively for several more moments before becoming rather annoyed with herself. Why should she be noticing such a ridiculous, trivial thing? And especially now? Easy on the eyes or not, he was still the enemy. Dangerous. Not to be trusted. Giving her head another shake, she jutted her chin out with stubborn resolve. "Are you feeling alright, dear?" The wizard asked her. She blinked, "pardon?" "You keep shaking your head. Does it ache? Do you need to rest a little?" At the first query, Kirik glanced at the two of them; halfheartedly wondering what they were chatting about now. Not that he much cared at the moment. Let them try something. The way he was feeling currently, he would almost welcome it. Then he could at least vent his frustrations a bit. For some reason, the old man's polite inquiry infuriated Anya. "Of course I need to rest!" She snapped. "We've been going almost non-stop for," she paused, trying to think back. "Has it been five days? Six? You see? I can't even recall now. I've never been so tired. My very bones are weary and you ask me if I need a bit of rest. What a bloody joke." The wizard widened his eyes at her outburst, and even Kirik examined her a bit more closely. After a moment, Anya felt a bit ashamed with herself and cleared her throat quietly. "You've my apologies. I didn't mean to shout." "No need, dear. I understand completely," Horace commented. "Oh, is that so? Really. No offense, but I don't believe you do," she huffed, clearly unappeased. He gave her an appraising glance and noticed little strain-lines around her mouth and eyes; as well as a minute trembling in her hands. She was very, very close to breaking down completely. Figuring the abrupt absence of her sister had very likely set off this new change in persona, Horace watched her closely for a moment more before coming to an abrupt decision. Drawing his wand, he touched the tip of it to her forehead. "Sleep," he murmured. A pale green glow seemed to briefly light her skin from the inside out, and Anya's eyes immediately rolled back into her head. Her knees began to give way and she dropped shortly thereafter. Surprised, Kirik lunged forward and caught her before she hit the ground. Clutching her, he shot the wizard an accusatory, questioning glare. Horace only smiled and shrugged in reply; then turned away and began to hum a jolly tune. The Feylak issued an impatient grunt before turning his attention back onto the unconscious woman. He examined her features carefully; her eyes moved rapidly beneath her closed lids and her breathing was deep and steady. Had the old man only set her to sleep? And if so; to what end? Would she awaken on her own or- Horace cleared his throat and gestured to the sky. Kirik glanced over and saw it was growing a bit lighter with the rising sun. It was nearing the time to go back to the ship to reunite with his brother and, hopefully, meet up with Captain Sway. Tossing the woman over one shoulder and her bag over the other, he flapped his hand at the wizard and began walking back the way they had come. With the approach of dawn came the bustle of the morning trade. Hopeful fishermen and store merchants began to appear in droves, seemingly all at once, to start their daily tasks. Several individuals stopped to stare openly as they caught sight of the old man walking alongside a tall, vicious-looking creature with an unconscious woman slung over his shoulder. Kirik determinedly kept his gaze straight ahead, not bothering to acknowledge anyone; while Horace smiled pleasantly and even waved to a couple of people. All in all, it only took them a short while to return to the ship. Upon arrival, the elder began to frown once more. Kael was nowhere in sight, nor his little brat-girl. There was no evidence of a redheaded person either. The ramp still remained, but no deck hands traveled the length of it any longer. In fact, only Pogs was still around and he appeared to be dozing. Horace and Kirik stopped in front of the little man and stared at him for a brief moment. The dwarf was leaning against a lone stack of crates and snoring quietly. Snapping his fingers briskly; the wizard also cleared his throat loudly, hoping to rouse the little man. Pogs started and grumbled, blinking his eyes and squinting. "Awuh? Oi, whatchee think yer- Oh, it be ye again. Din't have no luck, eh?" "Sadly not. Has he returned?" Horace asked. "He who, now?" Pogs replied, scratching at his arse. "Er... Captain Sway. We've been looking for quite a while." "We still be here, ain't we? Whatchee think, hm?" Pogs snorted and spat a large wad of phlegm onto the boards in front of him. Directly after, he dug around in his pockets for some tobacco. Finding a small amount still remaining; he issued a pleased grunt, he began to roll himself a smoke. Kirik appeared disgusted and shook his head. Shifting the woman to a more comfortable position, he began to search around for any sign of the boy. The sky was growing pink now, and it was not like Kael to be late. The elder brother tried to ignore the growing knot of worry that was beginning to tighten in his gut. What if Kael had run into some trouble and needed assistance? Perhaps that obese barkeeper had indeed made good on his threat. Should they have all gone together? Several sharp taps jerked him out of his unpleasant reverie. Kirik glanced down and saw the dwarf looking up at him with an angry expression. Arching a brow, the Feylak returned the look in kind; unsure what he'd done to upset the little man. Pogs said something and put a hand on the sleeping woman's leg. A surge of sudden aggression boiled in his chest, and Kirik jerked her out of the dwarf's reach. "Krilat krotz jhonta harlo," he snarled, eyes flaring brightly. Horace was watching curiously. It'd seemed that the dwarf hadn't noticed the woman hanging limply over the creature's shoulder at first. When he did, however, an angry expression clouded his features. Marching up to the beast, he'd poked him rudely in the side several times. "What have ye done to tha' poor lass?" He accused, laying a meaty hand on her calf. The Feylak's hostile reaction surprised the dwarf but not the wizard. No, it only confirmed what he already knew. "I really wouldn't advise putting your hand or any other part of yourself on that woman without express permission first, Pogs." He said quietly. "Eh?" "It's best that you don't touch her. Nor the blonde one either, now that I think about it." Horace replied with wry amusement. Understanding flashed across the dwarf's face and he took a deliberate step back. "Ah, ayuh. I getcha. Still though, is she hurt?" "Oh my, no. I merely cast a harmless sleep spell on her. She was upset and exhausted, the poor thing. I'm sure she'll wake shortly." The wizard explained. "Ayuh. Right then. Seemed a sweet girl. Would hate to see anythin' bad happen to 'er. Ye savvy, sorcerer?" Pogs said, looking Horace directly in the eye. "Quite right, quite right. And yes, she is a nice young lady. Would be a terrible shame should any harm come to her." The dwarf made a noncommittal sound in his throat; something about this wizard struck him as a bit off. Even so, he tossed an apologetic glance towards the creature and held his palms up in a gesture of acceptance. The Feylak glowered for a moment more before offering a curt nod. After which, he continued to look around, hoping to catch a glimpse of his brother. *** After a moment of bemused staring, Kael and Andi followed the hyper little woman out of the bath house. They found her waiting out front, staring at the adjoining whorehouse with amusement. Skeet had taken a perch on the railing and was enthusiastically bouncing up and down, appearing to be having quite a good time. "Ye ugly featherhead! Ain't even a whore would cast an eye on th' likes o'ye! Quit yer showboatin'!" The parrot cocked his head and focused one bright, black eye on her. "Bugger off," he said clearly, before taking off into the air and roosting on the patched roof. "Bugger off yerself, ye ingrate!" Sway shouted after him. Andi smirked in spite of herself, earning an excited tail-wag from Taters. He dearly, dearly loved it when his Girl was happy and smiling. And she hadn't been doing nearly enough of it lately to suit him. "He's funny. Does he always back-talk you like that?" She ventured to the captain. "Oh aye, Andi Brat. Too often fer his own good, really." Sway replied, peering at her curiously and blinking a bit. The two watched as the odd woman rummaged around in her cloak before bringing out a pair of round spectacles with large, thick frames. Pushing them into place on her nose, she squinted over at Andi once again. The blonde girl's amusement grew a tad when, upon closer inspection, she realized that they had no lenses. Nevertheless, Sway beamed and nodded. "Much better! I can see ye two clearly now! An' look! Ye have freckles as well! D'awww!" "But-but there are no lenses in those. How can you see better now?" Andi asked, beginning to like this woman more and more. The captain merely tilted her head and appeared confused; as if she couldn't understand what the girl could possibly be talking about. Kael frowned and cleared his throat. "Kirik will not be happy if we are late. Can we not go back to your craft now?" Sway appeared astonished. "How can I be late fer sailin' me own ship? Canna go nowhere without me, ye know." "Just the same, he will be displeased with me. He instructed me to be back just before sunrise." The little woman tilted her head to the side and hefted a sigh. "Sounds to me like this Kirik be a real hard ass." The juvenile nodded in agreement, "trust me; you've no idea." "HARD ASS!" Skeet bellowed from the roof of the whorehouse, earning several startled glances from its occupants. The woman who'd previously flirted with Kael was inching her way back down the steps. Sway noticed the whore's approach and her jolly expression immediately darkened into one of dislike. "You went in with one and come out with two, hm?" She asked him, giggling. "You must truly have some talent. I'm almost tempted to give you a freebie." Kael, now completely uninterested in any distractions, waved her off without comment. The whore's features grew sullen and she shot a resentful glance at Andi and Sway. "I can show you a much better time than a sea-rat or that girl could." "Go away, whore!" Andi snapped, incensed. To be insulted by the likes of this woman was infuriating. "Aye. It'd do well fer ye to listen to th' girl. An' ye best not be callin' me that again," Sway agreed quietly, nonchalantly re-pocketing her spectacles. Kael rolled his eyes and twirled his finger, "we've no time for this nonsense. Sway, I ask you to lead on." He paused and considered before adding a gracious, "please." "I have never, ever been passed up in favor of a sea-rat before, " the woman raged. "Tell me, does she smell as bad as she looks? Or is that even possib-" Without further warning, Sway darted forward and rammed her forehead squarely into the middle of the larger woman's face. There was a satisfying -crack- and the whore dropped like a sack of potatoes, nose gushing blood. There were several gasps and squeals from the surrounding women, but none came forward to help. Andi was both shocked and impressed. Sway caught sight of the girl's expression and winked, "I told her not call to me that again, didn't I? She didn't listen. Bet she will from now on, though. Hah!" The blonde girl nodded thoughtfully, without comment, and hugged the puppy closer. Apparently, Sway didn't appreciate being insulted. Good to know. Kael was rather surprised himself. He certainly hadn't expected for this scrawny female to show such sudden aggression. And her attack had been flawless; fast, merciless, and completely unexpected. All in all, it'd been very nicely executed. Perhaps there was a reason she was the lead of the ship. Quietly considering this new information, he took hold of the Brat's arm and tapped Sway on the shoulder. The captain had stepped over the downed woman and was busily searching for her glasses again. Eventually finding them, she pushed them back on before turning to consider the juvenile once more. "Eh?" "We must get going." "Gah! Alright, alright." Sway blew an errant lock of hair off of her forehead before tossing Kael a put upon glower. "If it ain't Pogs a rushin' me it's gonna be you, is it? Well, fine!" She stomped her foot and placed both hands on her hips; a stubborn expression surfacing on her impish face. "Fine!" Skeet announced, taking flight once again. He was quickly out of sight. Instead of leading the way, however, Sway suddenly crouched and began to go through the unconscious whore's clothing. Kael and Andi stared as the woman issued a happy little squeeing sound. "Oh, looky here! I've found some pretties, I have!" Sway held up a small pouch and shook it, beaming triumphantly. A muted, metallic jingling was clearly heard. "Not only nasty, but a damned slut-thief to boot," she declared, opening the bag and peering inside. "Ain't no way a common gutter whore would have this much coin on her 'nless she stole it. Mayhaps I did this place a service, if'ee really think on it. I consider this payment received fer a job well done." This said; she stood, pocketed the stolen pouch of coins, turned on her heel and began marching up the walkway without another look back. 26. Sunrise had come and gone and the morning business was in full swing. Still, there was no sign of Kael, Andi, or the captain. Kirik could no longer convince himself that he wasn't concerned for his sibling. Repeatedly, he'd walk the length of the dock and search around for any sign of him. And each time when he was unsuccessful, the elder would storm back towards the ship and pace restlessly. The woman was still slumbering. Kirik had laid her on the dock, near Horace, with her head on the traveling pack. Except for some quiet mumbles and burbling, Anya remained silent and deeply asleep. Pogs had enjoyed his smoke with an unconcerned air about him. Far be it for Sway to actually be punctual for anything. At times, the dwarf grew incredibly impatient with his captain. Not that she gave a damn, of course. Just the same, though; the little man was soon also feeling a bit restless, and began tapping his foot in agitation. Only Horace seemed to be serene. He'd produced a small, silver flute from his satchel and was contentedly trilling a pretty little tune. At a sudden exclamation from the elder Feylak, though, he paused and glanced up curiously. Strolling up the dock with a definite swagger in his step, was the juvenile with the blonde girl in tow. As far as Horace could see, she appeared completely unharmed. This did not surprise him. What did, however, was the presence of a new woman accompanying them. At first, the wizard assumed that the youngster had simply taken another pretty woman that had caught his fancy. That is, until a large, black cockatoo flew over them and perched on the stack of crates near the dwarf. The bird cocked an eye at the little man before trumpeting a cheerful, "Hellooooooo Pawwwwgs!" "Shut yer yap, ye flyin' fool," Peggins replied calmly, without batting an eye. Undaunted, Skeet resumed his animating bouncing. "Pogs, POGS, Pogs, POGS, Pogs, POGS..." Finally irritated, the dwarf swung an open hand towards the feathered critter. Dodging it easily, Skeet took to the air once again and headed towards the ship. Mischievous cackling followed him the whole way. Kirik glowered at his brother, "you're late." Kael held his hands up and pointed at Sway, "it's her fault. She kept getting distracted and I had to keep retrieving her-" "All this time you were supposed to be finding the lead, and yet you merely come back with another play-thing?!" Kirik accused, feeling his frustrated anxiety reach its peak. The youngling began to shake his head in denial, "no! No, no, no, brother. I did find the lead. That is Sway." This stopped the elder's wrath immediately, and he took another look at the new woman. She returned his stare frankly enough, a knowing grin spreading across her features. "Ye mus' be Kirik, then?" She asked. Kirik tilted his head, surprised she addressed him by name. He hadn't understood anything else she'd said, though. Blinking, he returned his attention to Kael and gestured toward the juvenile's hand. "Give me my ring back, youngling. You've done well," he said, holding his palm out expectantly. Kael hesitated and glanced down at Andi; a flicker of regret flashing across his features. "I shall miss talking with you, Brat." He told her quietly, before pulling the ring off and tossing it to Kirik. She gave him a startled glance and started to reply, when she caught sight of Anya laying motionless on the docks. "Anya!" She cried, running to her sister's side. Kneeling, the girl tried to shake her awake but to no avail. "What's wrong with her?! Why won't she wake up?!" Growing frantic, her eyes began to well up once again. Dark Travelers Ch. 10 Horace wandered over soon after, clicking his tongue against his teeth. "Don't fret, Andi. She merely sleeps. She'll awaken soon. I promise." Having no other choice but to believe him; Andi nodded, cradled Anya's head in her lap, and began stroking her hair. After a moment, the girl began a soft, crooning murmur. The wizard returned the nod without further comment and turned again to regard the newcomer with interest. "Poggy-wogs!" Sway cried, obviously pleased to see the rotund little being. She rushed over and threw herself into the stout man, crushing him with a giant bear-hug. The dwarf stood stoically enough, but grumbled with annoyance. "Did ye miss me?!" She chirped, raking her knuckles back-and-forth across his head roughly. "Aye, I did. Me aim sure ain't what it used t'be, sadly 'nuff." He replied calmly, taking the rough greeting with the air of someone who has put up with it many, many times before At this, Sway appeared crushed, "yer so mean to me. I should feed ye to th' sharks." "We be behind schedule now, ye know. Yer late," he continued, looking a bit disgruntled. "Ach! Don't ye start in on me now! First him," she pointed dramatically at Kael, "with his 'hurry-ups' an' 'we must get goings'. An' now ye, with yer 'we be behind schedule' an'-" "Remember wha' happened th' last time ye were late?" He continued, giving her a stern glare. "Oh, no. No ye don't be bringin' that up again! I did not start that fire!" She declared, pointing a finger at his face. "Ye were th' cause of it!" "Slander and deceit!" She railed, drawing a pistol and pointing it at the dwarf's face threateningly. Upon witnessing this; Kirik slowly turned and gave his brother a wide-eyed, questioning stare. Kael, rather amused, merely shrugged and said, "she's a bit strange." "Tch! Fine." The dwarf replied, spitting. "Still though, we need ta set sail. Soon. The sea be callin' me name. An' we need ta get that girly into a decent bed. A dock ain't no place for tha' sweet lass t'sleep." Peggins told her, pointing at Anya. Sway widened her eyes as she glanced over at the dark-haired woman. Re-holstering her weapon, she snickered. "Oh-ho! So now ye act like yer a kindly, givin' being, do ye? Where be that generosity, I wonder, when I wanted t'shave yer head? Was it there, then? No! Was it there when I wanted to buy that elephant? No! How 'bout th' time when-" Kirik cleared his throat, "excuse me, Sway, is it?" Nodding pertly; she gave him her full attention and pushed her spectacles onto a higher position on her nose. "We were advised by your gentleman there-" "Me 'gentleman'?!" She squawked, snorting more laughter. "Ye mean Pogs?! Bwaaa ha ha haaaaa!" "Ah, yes. Nevertheless, he advised us that you may be willing to grant us transport. Is this true?" "Hmmmmmmmm," she murmured thoughtfully. "I reckon so. But, there still be th' issue of payment. Ye see, yer kin advised me tha' ye be th' one t'bargain with. So then? What can'ee offer me in return?" For a moment, Kirik had no answer. Then he shrugged, "I imagine it would save us a lot of time if you'd just tell me what you want." "Aye! So it would! Hmmmmmmmm," Sway lapsed into deep thought, one hand cupping her chin. This went on for several moments. Just as Kirik was beginning to think she'd drifted off, the redheaded woman snapped her fingers and beamed. "How 'bout ye just owe me a favor, hm? Tis a longish journey to Wyvern Rock, ye know. I'm sure I can think o'somethin' by then." The elder didn't like the idea of being in someone's debt. Still, what choice did he have? They needed to sail, and this odd woman was their only option for passage. Slowly, he nodded. "Tis done, then, Kirik. We've an agreement," she held out her hand to seal the deal. Arching a brow; he merely stared at it, puzzled. Sway's face fell. "Pardon me, but I don't believe these two know about handshaking, madam." Horace said, smoothly. "Perhaps this gesture?" He tapped three fingers against his chest. Shrugging, the woman merely nodded and copied the wizard. As the elder's confused expression cleared, she brightened visibly. "Ye were right, wizard! Would ye look at that! Hee!" Kirik nodded and returned the gesture, "yes. It is done. Do we leave now?" "Sheesh. Alright already. Everyone seems t'be in such a hurry. Wyvern Rock ain't gonna go nowheres, ye know! Gah! Well come on, then! Follow me!" The group watched as Sway danced up the ramp to her ship. For a moment, no one moved. Finally, Kael nudged his brother. "Well? What's going on?" Kirik inclined his head at the youngster, "she has agreed to take us. You did very well, youngling. I am pleasantly surprised." The juvenile held himself a bit straighter, enjoying the rare praise. "Of course I did well, brother. You're the one who trained me." "Collect your pets and let's get going, then." Kirik replied bluntly, jerking a thumb towards the blonde girl. Without further ado, the elder moved towards Anya, gathered her up into his arms and started to stride away; much to Andi's dismay. "No! Please don't take her away from me!" She begged, clutching her sister's arm. Taters whined and pranced about uneasily. Something about this whole situation was just not right. Maybe they weren't all good-friends like he'd previously assumed. Every time his Girl got upset, it was around one of the man-things. What if they were still danger-things? Had he been fooled again? Maybe so. But...but his new friend was so very nice and even occasionally paid attention to him. He was very, very confused. The puppy licked his chops nervously and pawed his Girl's leg, trying to soothe her. Kirik clenched his jaw and glowered down at the girl. Kael observed this and quickly inserted himself in between the Brat and the elder. Shaking his head firmly at her; Kael grasped Andi's arm again and pulled her well out of reach of his brother. He watched her chin begin to tremble, then proceeded to point at Kirik, Anya, her, himself, and finally at the ship. As an after-thought, he also pointed down at the puppy. Andi watched him closely and comprehension suddenly washed over her features. They would all be going together then; was what she surmised. Tilting her head, she gave Kael a cautious, searching look before reluctantly nodding. The juvenile's surprise was apparent. He'd been expecting another outburst of defiance. "Hmpf," he muttered, pleased, and patted her head. The puppy noticed this and began to wag his tail hopefully. His new friend was petting his Girl and her unhappy-smell began to fade. Perhaps everything would be ok after all. Andi glowered up at him, rather annoyed at the head-pats, but offered no further resistance as he pulled her up the ramp after Kirik. Tots trotted along after her, busily sniffing the entire way. Horace had been quietly observing the entire event. After the main group had boarded the ship, a secretive smile crept over his lips and he sauntered up after them; pausing only to grab Anya's forgotten knapsack. 27. When Anya awoke, she was in an unfamiliar room in an equally unfamiliar bed. For a moment or two, she felt wonderfully refreshed and rested. However, this feeling passed rather quickly; and she sat up, glancing around frantically. It was a smallish cabin-like room. As she began to get her bearings back, she realized that the place was undulating gently. Hesitantly, she crawled out from under the covers and peered around uncertainly. "Welcome back, Pretty," a quiet voice greeted. Snapping a look behind her; Anya saw Kirik sitting comfortably on an over-sized easy chair, watching her intently. Turning, she faced him with a puzzled expression clouding her features. "Where am I?" She frowned, then felt her heart skip when she remembered her sister. "Where's Andi?!" Kirik's relief was almost palpable. The woman had been asleep for hours, and he'd began to become a bit concerned. Outwardly, though, he appeared as cold and detached as he normally did. "We're on a ship at sea. Your kin is off playing with her new friend somewhere on deck." He flapped his hand towards the door. "New friend?" Anya questioned, turning to glance at the door. "Yes. The Sway woman has apparently decided that your sister is her new best friend." He replied, still watching her closely. "Who-" "You're feeling better, then?" Anya tilted her head and blinked, surprised at the query. "Ah...yes, actually. I feel quite good. What...what happened to me? The last thing I remember, we were walking around the harbor." The elder settled back and crossed his arms across his chest. "The old man set you to sleep. You've been out for quite awhile." "Why?" Kirik shrugged, "you'd have to ask him." "Andi is here and alright, though?" She replied, fretfully glancing towards the door again. "She is." "You swear?" Before he had a chance to answer, the door to the cabin burst open. Sway pranced in with Andi in tow and the puppy following eagerly after. The blonde girl immediately ran to Anya and latched onto her; hugging the woman with fervor. "You're awake! I was so worried!" She cried, peering into Anya's face. "Are you ok?" Anya clutched her sister and decided right then that relief had to be one of the best feelings in the world. "Aye, Sweet. And you? Are you well?" She took a step back a gave her sister a searching glance. "Yes, Anya. I'm fine." Taters pranced around with joy and jumped up on Anya, showing her how pleased he was to see her. When the woman knelt to pet him, the puppy covered her hand with sloppy kisses and wiggled with delight. Sway watched the two sisters reunite with a pleased grin on her freckled face. She clasped her hands together with glee and bounced happily. "Yer awake! Lovely! Andi Brat was very upset, ye know. I've been doin' me best to distract her." Anya stared at the woman. "I don't believe we've been introduced." "Tch, yer right. Where are me manners?" Sway bowed deeply and began to shake Anya's hand with enthusiasm. "I be Cap'n Sway, Anya! Welcome aboard!" "Er, thank you," the dark-haired woman replied slowly. She certainly hadn't expected for the captain to be a woman. "No, no! Thank ye! Do ye know how long it's been since I had some women-folk on me ship? Now I can show off all me pretty things and have them be appreciated. Ye know how th' men-folk are; they say something is nice or pretty, but ye can tell they don't really care. Oi! Would'ee like to see my chambers?" Sway stared at her expectantly. Anya was at a loss. The woman was remarkably friendly and outgoing; hardly what she'd originally pictured when they'd first started searching for the captain. "Ah...uhm.." Andi giggled softly, "it's ok, Anya. She's really nice. Look, she gave me this." The girl pointed to a small charm that now hung around her neck. Anya dutifully looked, then gasped. "This" was an attractive abalone shell pendant, with a black pearl inlaid in the center. She turned back to Sway, "you really shouldn't have-" Sway waved off the protest, "nah, nah! None o' that! I've dozens of similar necklaces. Tis a pittance, really. Ye want one? I've another jus' like it!" Kirik rolled his eyes and rose to a standing position. He was familiar with women-talk, and he knew it could go on and on. Now that the woman was awake and seemed to be in good health, he'd no urge to remain for boring, pointless conversation. The elder was very weary, and anxious to get some rest himself. Hopefully, Kael was awake so he could take his turn. Without further comment, he walked to the door and left the three females to do whatever they wished. Sway watched his departure with an amused grin. After, she tossed Anya a lewd wink, "yer boyfriend there never left yer side the whole time ye were out. Was a sweet sight, it was. D'awwww." "He is not my boyfriend!" Anya exclaimed, shaking her head in negation. The redhead appeared surprised, "he ain't? Sure acts like it." "No. He most certainly is not." Sway gave her a dubious glance but shrugged, "whatever ye say, Anya. So then, now that we can chat privately, how 'bout we all have a sit-down, hm? Tell ol' Sway what be goin' on here. I tried to ask the purple creatures, but th' youngun canna understand me anymore fer some reason, and th' hard ass there, " she gestured towards the door, "just stared at me. What a bugger he be." "We've been kidnapped and forced to accompany them." Anya said staunchly, with an unhappy expression. Andi's smile faded and she glanced around uncomfortably. She'd been able to forget her troubles these last few hours; she and Sway had actually been having quite a good time. Also, Kael had immediately gone to sleep when they'd boarded. So she'd also been left alone. Now though, the girl was reminded of her worries and she took a seat in the armchair with a sigh. Sway nodded, "aye. Andi Brat already told me that. Why though?" "He needs me in order to translate some scroll." The captain pursed her lips and arched a brow, "needs ye fer what?" Anya sighed, and also took a seat on the edge of the bed. "It's a long story." "Oh boy! I love stories! An' we've got some time, we do. C'mon then, let's have us some girl-talk," Sway replied excitedly, clapping her hands together and collapsing on the bed next to Anya. The elder sister smiled in spite of herself. It was rather nice to have another woman around. Sighing, she began to tell their tale; starting with the day that she and Andi had gone to the festival. *** Kael awoke and slowly opened his eyes. Two other pairs of eyes stared solemnly back at down him. Jerking upright, he bared his teeth and snarled. The children let out startled squeals and scampered back out of reach. The juvenile rolled to his feet and glowered over at the two young ones. He must've been quite tired; it was a rare thing for someone to be able to sneak up on him, even while sleeping. "YAH!" The boy-child shouted, dashing forward and prodding the tall creature with a small, wooden sword. The younger brother arched a brow as the boy continued to jab and poke him, pausing every now and then to hitch up his pants. Kael's mouth slanted to the side and he shot the youngster a patronizing stare. "Stop it, Evan. He might bite you," the little girl whispered fretfully, hanging back and wringing her hands together with worry. "I'm not ascared of him! And if he tries anything, I'll stick 'im! YAH!" He cried again, and waved the toy weapon around with a sloppy flourish. Kael's upper lip curled and he shook his head with scoffing derision, "lur zoht hrarlirl melitri drotz greel, lur tohnt." Evan ignored the unfamiliar language and continued to dance around Kael; mock-attacking him without fear. Finally, the juvenile drew one of his own blades. With a quick, practiced flick of his wrist, he caught the tip of the child's toy sword and sent it sailing across the cabin. In the same smooth motion, he brought the blade back down swiftly, stopping just as the sharp edge touched the child's face. Kael smirked, "Lur zrita? Zan lur neel orl gramitz." Evan's mouth dropped open and he froze. The boy's eyes crossed as he peered at Kael's huge sword, which was resting lightly on the bridge of his nose. Finally, he bounced back out of reach, but a huge grin spread across his face all the same. "Woah!" He cried, delighted. "Didja see that, Ree? Didja see how fast he was?! Didja see how close it came to cutting me before it stopped?! Woah! Neeeeat!" Ree wasn't as impressed. When she'd seen the two monsters coming aboard, she had run to go and hide. If it wasn't for Evan finding her and cajoling her to come out, she wouldn't even be here now. "He's scary, Evan. We should go." "No way! Do it again!" Evan demanded, darting forward and pulling on Kael's wrist; gesturing that he should swing his arm again. Kael examined the two children with some interest. They were obviously human, like the Brat was. The girl-child had the same black hair and blue eyes that the boy did, and he idly wondered if they were siblings. The boy-child's awe was obvious, and the juvenile couldn't help but smile smugly. Apparently, he knew greatness when he saw it. Smart lad. The door to the cabin swung open suddenly and Kirik poked his head in, peering around expectantly. Upon seeing his brother awake, the elder's expression brightened into one of anticipation. "Good. You are up. Have you rested enough? If so, I also need to slee-" Kirik broke off as he noticed the two human children. He tossed Kael a pointed look, "what are you doing?" The juvenile shrugged, "nothing. They were in here when I woke up. The boy thinks he is a fighter, though. But you should have seen the amateur way he was holding his sword. I think he's even worse than I was when you found me." Kirik appeared dubious, "I doubt that's possible. You were awful." Kael drooped, "by the hells you are unforgiving." "No matter. You've the next watch. I need to rest. Get the brats out of here." He replied, waving his hand towards the children. Ree had shrunk back behind her brother when the other monster came in. She really, really didn't want to be in here. She'd only come out of hiding because Evan had told her that the girl with the puppy was in this room. They weren't though; she really should have known better. Evan was always fibbing to her. Evan wasn't as shy or fearful at all. He watched Kirik with the same bright curiosity that he'd shown with Kael. "You think this one can sword-fight like him too?" He muttered to Ree, pointing towards Kael. Kirik arched a brow and considered the young one. "Yes, I can." The boy widened his eyes in surprise, "you can understand me, too?!" "Yes." "Neeeeeeeat! So why are you purple?" The elder heaved a sigh, "why are your eyes blue?" Evan cocked his head, brow furrowed in concentration. "Cause I was born with- ...Ohhhhhhh." Kirik nodded, "it is the same for me. Now get out. I want to sleep." The child shrugged and went to retrieve his sword, "ok. C'mon, Ree. Let's go see if there's anything to eat." The girl nodded eagerly and followed her twin out, glancing back at the Feylak brothers with a suspicious frown. Kael watched them leave and smirked again. "The boy reminds me of myself when I was young." Kirik had already collapsed onto the sleeping platform. Now, he cracked an eye open and regarded his sibling with thinly veiled annoyance. "Oh? So he gives you a headache and you wish to throttle him?" The juvenile sulked at this. "You are such an asshole when you're tired." "And yet you remain. If you were smart, you'd think you'd leave me in peace." "Fine! I'm going!" As his brother stormed out, Kirik cracked a small smile and drifted off to sleep. _______________________________________ *Translations* Krilat krotz jhonta harlo. - Do not touch her. Lur zoht hrarlirl melitri drotz greel, lur tohnt. -- You are holding that all wrong, you realize. Lur zrita? Zan lur neel orl gramitz. -- You see? Now you have no weapon. Dark Travelers Ch. 11 Author's Note: I need an editor. :/ When I go back over my stories, I try to find as many mistakes as possible. I always end up missing some, though. And when I read through them now, the remaining errors are glaring and seem to jump out at me. So, I apologize for any spelling/grammatical mistakes that you might see; but please remember that I am a FAR cry from a professional writer. At any rate, I hope they don't distract too much from the story. I will try harder to edit properly. Also, thank you to the one who corrected my quotations mistake; I had no idea. O_o I am glad you enjoyed the last chapter. You are a wonderful audience. Please keep up with the comments and critiques and suggestions. They are like writer's fuel. :d Anyhow! Enough of my rambling, here we go. Lastly, just to warn you, there are quite a lot of translations in this chapter, which can be found at the end. _______________________________ "...and when I awoke, I was in here." Anya finished, running her fingers through her hair nervously. Sway had remained quiet throughout the woman's entire tale, her face thoughtful. "Aye. Now here ye be. Tell me then, do'ee know what's t'become of ye both?" She asked, after a moment. Anya swallowed with difficulty and tried to present an aura of non-concern, "He...he hasn't offered us that information yet." Andi stayed silent. She had an idea of what was going to happen to her, all right. You will make a nice little addition to my harem. She shivered as his comment rang through her mind. Over and over again. Andi. The voice said suddenly. Shut-UP. Andi thought back, frowning. She'd sincerely hoped that she'd imagined the whole inner-voice thing. It'd been quite some time since it had spoken up. Anya tilted her head and narrowed her eyes as she noticed her sister trembling. "Andi. What's the matter?" Sway also turned to look, and a little frown of her own creased her brow. "Aye. Ye've gone white, ye have. Oi! Are ye feeling the sea-sickness?" The girl nodded, seizing on the most feasible -and least crazy- excuse. "A little, I guess. I think I wanna lie down for awhile." "Of course, Sweet. Do you want me to stay?" Anya asked. Yes. Ask her to stay. Then the three of us can have a nice friendly chat. The voice agreed, chuckling. Andi shook her head, "No, that's ok. I think I'm gonna just take a little nap, or something." "I can get ye some relief fer yer belly woes if'ee want," Sway said, feeling badly for her. She remembered what it was like to get sea-sick. "I got me some in me chambers. Will only take me a bit t'brew. C'mon, Anya. I can show'ee my things at the same time." The blonde girl shook her head no, only wanting them to leave her in peace. Then perhaps she would be able to sort out what was happening inside her head. "Can you take Taters, too? Please?" At this, Anya arched a brow. Usually, Andi let the puppy sleep beside her. She really must be feeling badly. "Aye, Sweet. I'll check on you in a bit. Alright? Taters! Come!" The puppy cocked his head to the side and stared at Anya with a puzzled expression. Reluctantly, he joined her side and followed the two women out. As soon as the door clicked shut, Andi dove face-down onto the bed and clamped a pillow over her head. All light and sound was blocked out, and for a moment there was a quiet bliss. Ahem. You don't exist. Go away. Andi thought back. I do so and no, I won't. I've been feeling very left out, lately. The voice answered petulantly. Tell me who or what you are, then, the girl demanded. There was a brief silence where Andi could almost feel something musing. It was unpleasantly disconcerting and left her with an uneasy, squeamish sense of foreboding. I'm you, it replied finally, sounding a bit hesitant. Or specifically, I'm a part of you. I don't actually know, myself. Am I going crazy? Andi thought, feeling dread wash over her. No. I don't believe so. Crazy folks rarely question their own sanity, you see. And besides, I'm here to help you; not drive you insane. It responded kindly. Help me how? The voice brightened; and again, Andi could actually feel it perk up. By keeping you alive, of course. With the way you're acting, you don't have much longer to live. A cold, crawly sensation wormed its way into her belly at these words. What do you mean? He finds your brattiness amusing for now, but for how long? Andi had no answer. Uh-huh The voice agreed, dryly. Where did you come from? Andi asked. The musing sensation again. Then, I come from the Deep Down. What Deep Down? The one inside your mind. Where all the lost thoughts and forgotten memories go to rest. Andi suddenly felt amusement, but it wasn't her own. You can call me DeeDee, if you like. Clever, right? DeeDee said after a another moment, issuing that dark little giggle once again. So, what do I do then, DeeDee? Andi asked, resignation tinging her thoughts. You let me guide you when the time comes, and I promise to lead you true. But you must do what I say when I say it. A pause, Perhaps I am your survival instinct. What do you think? How do I know you're not trying to trick me? Because silly, DeeDee said, If you perish, so shall I. Andi was about to answer when she heard the door to the cabin squeak open. Not bothering to move, she merely mumbled, "Not now, Anya. I'm just about asleep." There was no reply. Puzzled, she frowned and peeked out from under the pillow. *** Kael stomped out of the cabin and shot a resentful glare towards the door. He knew he shouldn't let Kirik's derision get under his skin, but he couldn't help it. The juvenile would never admit it but he very much cared about gaining his elder's approval. Throughout his childhood, he'd strived to show Kirik he could become just as good a warrior as he. Each dour remark or disapproving glare cut him to the bone, and was much more painful than any physical punishment the elder sibling could dish out. And it irked the youngling to no end. Grumbling, the juvenile stalked upstairs towards the main deck. It was a very large ship and there were two flights of stairs leading towards the top. Hearing voices on the upper level, Kael paused and hung back. Climbing above him were Kirik's witch, the strange sea-woman and his Brat's little pet thing. The group hadn't seen him; the two women were busily chatting with each other. He wondered where the Brat was. Last time he'd seen her, she'd been with Sway. Frowning, Kael realized he didn't like not knowing where she was. Ducking behind a corner, he waited until the women were out of sight before resuming the climb. Instead of continuing towards the main deck, though, he hung a right and glanced around at the crew's quarters. Kirik had brought the witch here, he remembered, into one of these rooms. Maybe the Brat had gone to check on her sister and was still there. Which room had it been, though? The youngling shrugged and began opening each door, one after another. Figuring that the majority of the crew were at work above, he wasn't entirely concerned about invading anyone's privacy. Besides, he was curious; having never been on a ship before, and he'd planned on doing a bit of exploring. Later. Finally, on the fourth or fifth try, the door opened upon a small cabin with a girl lying on the bunk. She had a pillow plastered over her head but he knew it was the Brat regardless. Her clothing and the shape of her body were already unmistakable to him. A small smile crept over his mouth as he eased into the room and quietly closed the door. At a small squeak from a noisy hinge, however, she began to speak. Kael merely stood there, waiting for her to discover him on her own. He found that he rather enjoyed surprising her. After a moment, it seemed the odd silence had finally gotten to her and he saw her shift the pillow to glance over at him. Andi froze when she saw who it actually was. Kael stood there, watching her with a gleam in his eyes. The girl recognized it well enough. It was the same look he'd been giving her back in the lighthouse. When he'd- Look! He's come to play with us again. DeeDee whispered, sounding delighted. "Go away!" She shouted, throwing the pillow at him. Kael batted it aside and waggled a finger at her. He recognized that phrase. It was what she'd said to that whore several times when he'd been using Kirik's ring. It meant she wanted him to leave. Smirking, he also discovered that he remembered how to respond. "No." He replied, shaking his head. Widening her eyes, Andi glanced at his hands but saw no ring on any of his fingers. Puzzled, she returned her gaze to his face. Kael grinned when he saw her confusion. He tapped the side of his head with a finger and tossed a wink her way. "Url va ali pralt jeritzon, Hrila," he said, tone amused. He took a few steps towards her and Andi made a break for the door; trying to dodge around him. Chuckling, he easily blocked her way. Desperately, she sprinted in the opposite direction, only to have him dart in front of her again. Apparently, she wished to play chase. Kael was more than willing to oblige her. He was rather fond of foreplay, really. Lunging in close, he gave her back-end a sharp slap. At her surprised squeal; he danced back several steps, eyes twinkling with mirth. Waiting patiently for her move, he winked again and nodded at her. "Cut it out!" She cried, rubbing her stinging arse. Andi began to back away, still watching him warily. For every step she took back, he took one forward. The bastard was still grinning at her; obvious enjoyment written all over his features. Not for the first time, she wondered what it would take to wipe that smug smile off of his face. Her hand itched to slap him again, and she clenched her jaw. None of that, now. DeeDee piped up disapprovingly. You said you were going to help me! Why aren't you helping me?! Andi thought back furiously. Cold fear prickled its way across her skin when she felt her back brush up against the wall. She was out of room. Kael, however, continued to walk forward until he was almost pressed up against her. He's enjoying your fear and the thrill of the chase, DeeDee murmured. All predators do. He's playing with you like a cat would a mouse. Don't behave like prey. Show him you are more than that. But, I'm scared! I don't know what to do! Andi replied, shaking. There was no answer. It seemed that DeeDee had left her to her own devices. Kael reached out and started to stroke her hair, eyes never leaving her face. That low, grumbling purr began to issue forth once again, and she watched as his eyes simultaneously began to brighten and glaze over. "Lur'zt letralirl," he whispered, cupping a breast with his other hand. Andi squeaked and tried to flinch back, but again, there was no where for her to go. The juvenile grinned and squeezed her other breast almost painfully, but eased the pressure just as she began to wince. "No!" She told him clearly. He arched a brow and deliberately began undoing the ties on her top; one by one. Slowly and methodically, he loosened each knot until her shirt hung loosely open. "Aza," he replied. Andi wanted to reach out and slap his hands away, but found she was frozen again. Mutely, she watched as he reached out and nudged the cloth to the side, revealing a bare breast. Instantly, her arms came up to cross over her chest. Kael frowned with displeasure and shook his head. "No." He said, gesturing at her arms. The girl shot him a pleading look and also shook her head again. Beginning to become impatient, he grasped her arms and roughly pulled them away from her breasts. She issued a small whimper and tensed, preparing for another rough invasion. Let him know you are still hurting from before, DeeDee whispered, her voice seeming to come from very far away. Kael had begun to close in on her when she suddenly took his face in her hands and looked him in the eye. "Kael," she said, tone beseeching. He stopped and watched her, curious, brows raised in mild surprise. Andi tried to rearrange her features into one of pain. At his puzzled glance, she swallowed and took one of his hands in her own. Kael's eyes followed as she placed his palm between her thighs. After, she grasped his cheeks once more and, again, her expression became pained. For a moment, he only stared blankly at her. Wondering what was the matter, he gave her an appraising glance. Her shaking was much more pronounced and her face was tight with anxiety. Kael glanced down at the junction between her legs and pursed his lips. Maybe she was sore? She had been a virgin. And, well, he was rather well-endowed. Perhaps he ought to wait for a bit; before he bedded her again. Yes, he thought graciously. I shall wait until she heals. But first, I can still at least have a little bit of fun with her, can't I? Nodding, he gave her a soft pat and took a step back. As far as Andi was concerned, however, he was still far too close for comfort. Minutes passed and still he only watched her, with a small smile playing across his lips. Just as her breathing was beginning to even out, his hands darted out and gripped her around the waist. Issuing a small, startled shriek; she found herself being lifted into the air. Huge eyes gazed down at him, brimming with fear. Chuckling again, he used the wall to brace her as he nuzzled her stomach. Andi started to squirm in protest as she felt his teeth playfully nipping at the flesh around her belly-button. He would seize a small bit of skin between his fangs and bite down. Just as she would feel a sharp pain; he'd immediately release her, toss her a teasing glance and nod knowingly. Andi recognized his actions for what they were; a wicked game of 'look what I could do to you'. She knew, all right, and tried to calm her erratic breathing. The youngling was enjoying himself immensely. Her flesh was smooth and sweet-smelling and quite tasty. In fact- He suddenly gave her belly a long, slow lick with his warm tongue. Then another. And another. Andi responded in spite of herself; thrusting her stomach forward. The juvenile grinned up at her, pleased. "Lur vritzat melitri, krilat lur?" He purred, tossing her lightly onto the bunk. She could feel the trails his tongue had left, and a wave of warmth rushed over her skin. Kael stared down at her silently for a moment, and she wondered what had distracted him. After a moment she realized that her shirt had slid halfway down her shoulders, and her breasts were clearly revealed. Her cheeks bloomed pink with sudden warmth and she made to cover herself again. "No," Kael said, falling onto the bed beside her. Rolling over, he pinned her to the mattress and scooted down to nuzzle her stomach again. The girl gasped as she felt him begin to kiss and nibble and lick at the patch of skin just below her belly-button; and something in her yearned for him to travel lower. Instead of lower, however, his mouth moved upward until she felt his attentions turn to her sensitive nipples. Rolling his tongue over each of them in turn, he seemed to decide on the left one. Closing his mouth over the small peak, he began to alternately suckle and nip at it. He toyed with her other nipple as he did so; rolling his thumb over it and pinching it gently between his fingers. "Ooh," Andi moaned as the different sensations sent a surge of hot arousal coursing through her. Kael felt her begin to writhe beneath him, and he smiled against her breast. He cupped her between her legs again and was not surprised to find a new heat radiating from her woman-part. To his intense pleasure, instead of cringing away she thrust her pelvis against his hand and spread her legs a bit wider for him. The youngling felt himself respond; a hard, stony thickness began to grow between his own legs. Kael realized he needed to stop before this went any further. Before he wouldn't be able to stop. "Ta ritzit Hrila," he said softly, "url nuratz yavitz lur zan. Vot dri pahz nrita url neel ali zeliaz, url va haelonirl il jith lur criz." With that said, the pleasant sensations ceased and he pulled away from her. Still breathing heavily, Andi watched as he strode towards the door and left her. Much as he had before. 28. "It suits ye," Sway commented approvingly. Anya again shook her head and began to protest. "I couldn't. Really. I can't accept-" The redheaded woman waved her hand, effectively silencing the woman's protests. "If'ee don't take it, I'll be hurt, I will. Ye don't want that, do ye?" Anya glanced down and tentatively fingered the pretty abalone pendant that now hung around her neck. It was nearly identical to Andi's; the only difference being that instead of a black pearl inlaid in the center, this one was white. It was very pretty and Anya liked it very much. But still- "I'd feel guilty if I accepted this." "Sisters should have matchin' necklaces. I always wished fer a sister of me own, ye know. Yer a lucky one," Sway replied a bit wistfully. Anya shrugged uncertainly. It was an odd feeling to be given a gift from someone she hardly knew. But it was so pretty. And she loved pearls. The dark-haired woman touched the shell again and smiled a bit. Sway could tell she had won and beamed, "I've earrings to match, if'ee want em too." "My ears aren't pierced," the woman replied. "Pfft! I can pierce yer ears! Tis easy!" "How come you're just giving away all of this beautiful jewelry? Don't you like it?" Anya asked quickly, hoping to divert the woman's attention. At this, Sway's expression became a bit crafty and her eyes began to gleam. "Aye, I do. Very, very muchly. And I told ye already; I got dozens and dozens of pretties. Not to mention other sorts of shinies." Anya arched a brow, wondering how Sway had come into possession of such an assortment of riches. After a moment of considering, "If you don't mind me asking, where did you get all of this?" She gestured around Sway's room; multicolored gems and precious metals seemed to cover every available surface, and wink and sparkle from every dark corner. "Oh, ye know. Here an' there." The captain replied airily. The elder sister tilted her head and shot the smaller woman a curious glance. "Oh? What do you mean?" Sway's eyes narrowed slightly, "how 'bout we just say that things just seem to fall into me hands and leave it at that, hm?" This reply gave Anya an odd feeling in her belly and she took another look around. There was no way any normal person would be able to afford the expensive items that littered the captain's quarters. Unable to resist, she went on, "This may be a silly question, and also none of my business; but, are-are you a pirate?" The freckled woman fell back onto a large chair and hefted a sigh. "Pirate is such a harsh term. I prefer to think of meself as an opportunist. An entrepreneur even!" "I see," Anya replied softly, fiddling with her new pendant. Sway appeared crestfallen, "So, ye don't like me now?" Anya shrugged, "You've only shown kindness towards Andi and me. I've no quarrel with you. What you do is your own business." "Aye, that it is. So then, Anya, tell me a bit about the large purpley fellas that be hangin' 'round Andi Brat and yerself." The dark-haired woman appeared irritated and shook her head in dismissal. "I've told you all there is to know already." Dark Travelers Ch. 11 Sway twirled a fiery red strand of hair around a slender finger and appeared thoughtful. It was obvious that Anya was not aware of the younger creature's interest in her sibling. There'd been no mention of any rape suffered when Anya was regaling her tale. Very interesting indeed. The captain recalled the incident she'd witnessed in the bath house and debated whether or not she ought to tell the elder sister. Deciding it was Andi Brat's right to tell or not, Sway finally shrugged and offered Anya a small smile. "I never seen creatures like them. Do'ee think there be a lot of em?" "I-I don't know. I certainly hope not." "Because," Sway went on, "We might be in fer a bit o' trouble if there are. Cause from what I be seein', they're a tough lot. The big fella be smart, too. And they smell of wicked. Smart and wicked don't always make fer a good combo. Do'ee know what I mean?" Anya nodded slowly, "I do." "I like ye, Anya. And Andi Brat. Watch yerselves. 'Specially Andi Brat. The youngun be fixin' on her." Little arrows of fear began to stab at Anya. Sway hadn't actually said anything that she'd already suspected, but to hear it voiced out loud was entirely different. "What do you propose that I do? I cannot protect her. They are much stronger than I." "I thought ye were a witch?" The elder sister shrugged again, "According to the wizard I am. I don't feel like one, though. He says I am untrained and weak." "Do'ee suppose that's a smart route? If it were me, I'd get meself trained and witchy right quick. Might be a good idea, hm?" This was the third person who had offered her the same opinion. Perhaps she should take Horace up on his offer. Anya wrapped her arms around herself with worry. Witches were evil; or so she'd always heard. "What if it changes me into something I don't want to be?" Sway waved her hand and snorted in derision. "Only if'ee let it, Anya. Ye don't seem t'be one who'd allow something like that to happen. Yer stronger than ye think." Anya's posture drooped a bit, "I'm not." "Oh balls!" Sway suddenly railed, expression twisted in anger. She slammed one fist on an end table, making it shudder and creak, "Ye've come all the way from GlenShadow with them two. Ye've not only survived, but ye've kept both of yerselves intact fer the most part. Give yerself some credit fer fuck's sake! Gah!" The elder sister stared, surprised at the captain's sudden rage. Gradually, Sway's features smoothed out, but her green eyes were still a bit wild and shot sparks. Anya found that she was just a little bit wary around this woman; it was suddenly all to easy for her to imagine Sway lunging forward and tearing her throat out with her teeth. A soft knock on the door startled them both. Sway craned her neck towards the entrance and narrowed her eyes again. "Who is it?!" "It's Ree, Sway. Can I come in? Please?" A tiny, uncertain voice answered. Sway visibly relaxed and smiled. "Aye, little un'! Come in!" Anya watched the door ease open and a small girl gingerly poked her head in. The little girl gave her a timid glance, smiled briefly at Sway, then caught sight of the puppy napping contentedly in the corner. Ree edged the rest of the way in and stood there shuffling her feet. She tossed another longing glance at Tots but made no move towards him. "Whatchee want, Ree?" Sway asked kindly. "Uhm...I was just wanting to maybe pet that little dog? If that's alright?" She replied. Anya was surprised at the appearance of a child. "Is she yours?" She asked Sway. The captain shrugged easily, "She is now. And I dunno, Ree. Ye have t'ask Anya, here. Tis her puppy." Ree turned her attention to Anya and swallowed nervously. This lady looked pretty nice, even if she was friends with a monster. But Evan had told her that the dark-haired sister was a witch. The wizard had told him so. Witches were usually mean, weren't they? "He's actually not mine, Sweet," Anya began. "He belongs to my sister. I don't think she'd mind if you wanted to play with him, though." "Oh, really?" Ree answered happily. "I've never had a puppy before. What's his name?" "Taters. Andi also calls him Tots, sometimes." The little girl decided that Evan had been fibbing to her about the witch thing. This lady was far too nice. Clicking her tongue softly, she called out to the puppy. "Here Taters! Come see Ree!" Tots' head popped up and he began to automatically wag his tail. Trotting over, he sniffed at Ree eagerly. This was another girl like his Girl, only younger. The puppy had never seen her before and was puzzled that she knew his name. Her scent around this place was strong, though. Taters decided that this strange water-house must be this young girl's home. Ree giggled as the puppy sniffed her. After several enthusiastic head-pats, she tossed Anya another glance. "Can I maybe take him to my room to play for a little while? I'll be extra careful. I promise." "Where is your room so I can find you later?" Ree scooped Taters up and giggled as he covered her cheek in kisses, "It's down in the crew's quarters. Next to the room you took a nap in. On the right. Thank you, lady. I promise to look after him." Quickly, as if she was afraid Anya might change her mind, the little girl scuttled out the door and out of sight. Anya stared after her, bemused. "Speakin' of, a nap sound nice right about now. I think I'mma have me one. Do'ee mind, Anya? I grant ye permission t'explore me ship if'ee want." Sway said, yawning. "No, I don't mind. Go ahead and sleep. I'll keep myself occupied." "Some advice; I'd go an' talk to the wizard about maybe learnin' some o' the magicks. While the creatures are resting. Mayhaps it'd be in your best interest, ye know. Now shoo!" Sway flapped her hand at Anya and winked. **** Evan stalked the wily violet beast. It was a bold move, but he was Evan The Mighty. He feared nothing. At first, he'd thought the creature would be in that room for a long time. The child knew that the blonde girl was in there. He'd seen her go in with Sway and she hadn't been with the group when Sway and the witch had come back out. He also knew that the beast liked the blonde girl. Why else would he have been holding her hand as they boarded ship? Gross, he thought with a grimace. Doesn't he know that girls are just filled with cootie-bugs? Girls were totally gross. Ew worthy, even. The boy considered with himself for a moment on these serious ponderings, expression brooding. Well, except for Ree maybe. She's ok, for a girl. Sometimes. However, after only a short time, he was surprised to see the sword fighter emerge. His thoughts interrupted, Evan silently followed Kael through the lower deck. A sneak attack was always best for adversaries that were much larger than yourself. The boy had no doubt that he would be victorious. He was Evan The Mighty, after all. Destined for great things. Closer and closer he crept, tense with anticipation. If the creature knew he was there, he gave no sign. "YEEEAAAAH!" Evan bellowed, darting forward and swinging his sword in erratic circles. Kael calmly turned, stepped to the side and stuck his boot out. Evan's foot caught it and he went careening into a nearby wall. There was a satisfying crash as the boy landed in a sprawled heap, sending the wooden sword sailing across the hall. Springing to his feet, Evan rubbed his head and shot Kael a sulking glare. "No fair! You can't trip me!" The juvenile didn't respond, merely cocked his head with mild interest. The boy-child was either very brave or very stupid. The youngling was betting on the latter and a spark of amusement gleamed in his eyes. Kael could think of no other reason why he would attack a fully-armed warrior while brandishing nothing but a feeble wooden sword. He gave the kid another cursory glance; he wasn't even wearing any armour. Kael's amusement grew and he smirked openly. This was not lost on Evan and he stomped his foot in outrage. "It's not funny! That's not how you play!" "Haelon wriit, lorlo." Kael responded, waving his hand dismissively. Evan understood the gesture well enough and he began to pout. Everyone was always too busy to play with him. And Ree didn't like to play-fight, she only wanted to play those stupid girl games with that stupid doll she had. Still sullen, the boy bent to retrieve his sword. Upon examining it, he found a large crack in the handle. "And you busted my sword, too!" He accused, showing Kael the damage. The juvenile arched a brow and issued a sigh. Why anyone would make a weapon out of wood in the first place was beyond him. "Melitri gramitz tri zelataz," he said, shaking his head in contempt. "You have to fix it!" Again, the youngling arched a brow, recognizing a demand when he heard one. What the boy could possibly be ordering him to do was anyone's guess. Kael surmised that it had something to do with the broken plaything, though. This didn't bother the juvenile; the child's toy would not have gotten damaged had he not been acting foolishly in the first place. What did bother him, however, was the fact that he knew how the boy must be feeling. A damaged weapon was unacceptable to any fighter, no matter how worthless said weapon might be. Not that the kid actually knew how to use it in the first place, of course. Glaring up at the giant, Evan again held out his broken toy, "You help me fix it! It...it-" He broke off and swallowed hard, trying very hard not to cry. Only bawl-babies cried. "It's my only toy." His mouth turned down unhappily. Oh, by the hells... Kael rolled his eyes and held his hand out expectantly. Surprised, Evan placed the wooden sword in the beast's palm and watched him carefully. Kneeling, the juvenile dug around in his supply pouch until he found his grip wrap. Under Evan's watchful eyes, Kael began to tightly wind the durable cloth around the handle of the toy. He went on for several layers, stopping every now and again to test it. When satisfied, Kael glanced around nervously. His brother was no where in sight. Good. Whispering a soft incantation, Kael touched his fingertip to loose end of the wrap. After a moment, his finger began to glow a vivid, violent shade of blue, and a white hot heat emanated from it. Evan widened his eyes as he watched the creature melt the fabric into place with some sort of crazy magic spell. "Woah!" Kael glanced up at the exclamation, tipped the boy a wink, then held a finger up to his mouth. The child recognized this gesture as well. It seemed that the beast wanted him to zip his lips about this. Evan nodded his head and drew his thumb and finger across his mouth. The juvenile nodded approvingly and handed the boy his sword. Evan snatched it and immediately began going over it to inspect the creature's handiwork. Not only was the crack tightly bound, the grip was much more comfortable to hold. "You did a really good job. Thanks!" He said, patting Kael's shoulder, approvingly. The youngling chuckled and rose to a standing position. Tossing the child a last glance, he turned and started to stride away. "Wait!" Kael paused and half-turned, expression inquiring. Evan scampered to catch up with him. "Where are you going?" The juvenile shook his head and shrugged, confused. "I'm coming with you. It's boring down here." Evan stated firmly, staring up at Kael with something close to adulation. Kael hadn't the slightest idea what the kid was talking about, but fervently wished that he would leave him be. He began to walk away again, but was astounded when the boy continued to follow. Bold little shit, wasn't he. Hm. Snarling a bit, Kael waved him off. "Haelon wriit, lorlo!" Evan shook his head, undaunted. "Nuh-uh. I like you. You're neat. And you can't hurt me. Sway would have your hide made into a sail and toss the rest to the sharks. So there." He paused and grinned up at the beast. Puffing his chest out a bit, he pointed to himself and said, "Evan." Kael silently glowered down at him, wondering if he should have helped him repair the sword. Now he wouldn't go away. When he got no response, Evan pointed to himself again and repeated his name. As a further measure, he then pointed at Kael and waited with an expectant look on his face. Kirik is going to give me so much shit about this. Kael thought, gloomily. Relenting, he issued another deep sigh, jerked a thumb at his chest and said, "Kael." Evan furrowed his brow and tried to say the oddish sounding name. "Kay-yell?" Close enough. The youngling nodded and continued along his way, with Evan hot on his heels. *** Some time later, Kirik awoke with a start and he sat up quickly, wondering how long he'd been asleep. There had been no disruptions while he slumbered, so he figured everything was still serene and on schedule. Still though, he didn't like not knowing where anyone else was. Rising to a standing position, he made towards the door and left. He remembered the way to the upper decks well enough and decided to head there to see what time of day it was. The stairs creaked and groaned as he made his way up, and he idly wondered when the last time was that anyone had bothered to replace the weak boards. Crashing through the staircase was an unpleasant idea indeed. Unbidden, the woman's face materialized in his mind's eye. Kirik shook his head but the image refused to leave him. He'd memorized every conture of her cheeks, had examined each delicate angle of her jaw that led down to her slender neck. Her eyes were a pleasant shade of green and seemed to change colors with the light. And her mouth... He especially liked her mouth. He called her Pretty, but she was beautiful. Human or no. An image of her nude surfaced next. When she'd been climbing out of the hot spring. Her skin had appeared glistening and smoothed. Kirik remembered her pert little ass, too. He wondered what sorts of sounds she would make if he were to- Stop it, he thought to himself, disgusted. She is a means to an end, nothing more. Yes, she was. But what about after the fact? There was still the question of what to do with her. No matter. Right now there are more important matters at hand, he mused. Kirik was so engrossed with his thoughts that he failed to hear the thudding of footsteps coming around a corner. Taters shot out, running wildly, eyes full of excitement. Ree trailed after him, although much more slowly than the quick little mutt. She saw the monster, widened her eyes, and tried to skid to a stop just before she bounded into him. The girl bounced off of the elder Feylak, reeled back several steps and gazed up at him with a look of horror consuming her features. Kirik stared back down at the child with an expression of distaste. "I'm sorry!" Ree cried, cowering. "Please don't hurt me!" "Don't be ridiculous, girl. There is no point in harming you. Next time, watch where you're going." He replied coldly. Hesitantly, Ree's frightened expression faded into one of dubious relief. She'd been so certain that he would cut her to pieces. Why else would he carry all those knives if it wasn't to chop people up? And he was so scary-looking. "S-so, you-you're not going to cut me up, then?" "No." He began to walk away. Ree was surprised. Maybe he wasn't all that mean then. She stared after him warily, not quite believing that he was really going to leave her in peace. When he paused, though, her blood ran cold. "Girl," Kirik began, turning back to her. "Wh-what?" "What time of day is it? How long was I asleep?" Ree thought about it for a moment. "It's about time for the sun to go down. Maybe three or four hours?" "That long? Damn. Have you seen my brother...or the woman?" The little girl gave a shrug and shuffled her feet. The puppy sat by her with his head cocked to the side, wondering why they weren't playing anymore. "I don't know where the other monster is and I don't know where the blonde girl is either. But the lady with the dark hair was with Sway the last time I saw her." She finally replied, now staring at him curiously. "Monster?" He frowned, rather insulted. She nodded, "Isn't that what you two are?" "No." Ree furrowed her brow, "What are you, then?" "Merely different than your kind. Have you never seen another species? What of Pogs? He isn't human either." That made sense. Ree nodded, "Oh, ok." A pause. "My name is Ree. What's yours?" The elder closed his eyes briefly, rather annoyed, but figured it'd be easier just to tell her. "Kirik." "It is my very great and undeserved honor to make your acquaintance, Keerick," she said with the careful slowness of one who had practiced saying those exact words many, many times over. She was delighted with how grown-up and sophisticated she sounded. Just like a proper lady. Kirik was rather amused in spite of himself, "Is it, now?" "Yes. Quite." She replied primly, lifting her chin a bit. "Well, good for you. Go on and play. I need to find my brother. And remember to watch where you're running." Kirik flapped his hand at her and continued on his way. Ree watched him go with a small smile stretching across her lips. There now. That hadn't been so bad, had it? He wasn't so mean, was he?. Maybe Evan had been right after all. He usually was. With a start, she found that she wanted to keep talking to him. "Wait!" She called. Kirik paused again and waited without turning. "I could show you where Sway and the lady are. If-if you wanted." The elder arched a brow and considered. "That would save me some time, I'm sure. You've my thanks, girl." Ree blushed faintly and nodded. Imagine, a grown-up thanking her. "Yeah. Ok. Good! This way. C'mon Taters!" She trotted in front of Kirik, beckoned to them both, and then ran ahead. 29. Andi remained where she was for a long time. She hadn't even bothered to retie her shirt. Her heart was racing and her skin was still tingling. There was an ache in her loins and a clear sense of unfulfillment. She could still feel his hands and mouth on her. Teasing her, making her shiver and squirm. It'd been embarrassing, but not as much as before. That's because sex is a natural, necessary function. There's no need to feel ashamed. You're wired to respond to a male's touch. DeeDee told her soothingly. But he's evil and mean and- Oh, no doubt. But even evil beings can be kind to those they're fond of. Andi rubbed both hands over her face and sighed. Almost of their own accord, her hands continued their downward journey and began to trail down her neck and over breasts. She cupped them and began to roll her thumbs over her nipples like he had, but it just didn't feel the same. It was pleasurable but- But you want him to do it, DeeDe whispered. "Maybe," Andi muttered. Maybe nothing, DeeDee scoffed. You're touching yourself and longing for him as we speak. Can't fool me. I know your every thought. "Gods, you're annoying," Andi snapped, sitting up suddenly. Hastily, she retied her shirt and straightened her hair and clothing as best she could. Chewing at her bottom lip, she wondered what she ought to do now. Annoying or no, I still managed to help you out back there. Didn't I. And you see? Did he not relent? DeeDee replied smugly. And it's probably a good time to go check in with Anya. Go find her. Andi perked up. Yes. She'd go and find her sister. And maybe Sway, too. The blonde girl had taken an almost instant liking to the fiery little captain. And besides, she kind of preferred to be around others at the moment. Dark Travelers Ch. 11 As Ree and Kirik passed the multitude of doors, one began to open. The little girl stopped short and stared curiously as someone cautiously stepped out. It was the blonde lady. "There's one of them," she told Kirik. Taters issued a joyous bark and scuttled to his Girl's side. He leaned against her, panting, and stared up at her with adoration. Automatically, Andi reached down to give him a reassuring pat. After giving the little girl a half-interested glance, she turned her attention to Kirik and watched him carefully. The elder brother also studied Andi closely. The two didn't speak for quite some time and Ree soon began to feel uncomfortable. As the silence grew oppressive, Andi finally worked up the nerve to ask, "Where's my sister?" Kirik shrugged and gestured towards Ree, "The girl says she knows. I'm following her. You might as well join us." The blonde girl threw him a distrustful glower and shook her head. "I don't want to go anywhere with you." "Indeed. And I'm quite sure you don't want my brother fu-," here, he paused and glanced down at Ree, "paying quite so much attention to you. But it's happening regardless, isn't it?" He smirked, "You must've pleased him. He's quite taken with you." "Shut-UP! You don't know anything!" Andi screamed at him, anger and humiliation making her chest feel tight. Mind your manners with this one, DeeDee murmured warningly. Kirik blanched. "I must say, though, that it is beyond my grasp what exactly it is about you that he finds appealing. It certainly can't be your pleasant voice and charming disposition." Ree shrank back at the blonde girl's outburst. She certainly didn't seem to be happy to see him. Maybe he was mean, just good at hiding it. "Why's everyone yelling?" Another voice piped up. The group turned and glanced simultaneously towards the source of the query. Evan and Kael stood at the mouth of an adjoining hallway, staring at them four of them. The juvenile glowered at his elder, wondering what he'd said to the Brat that had upset her so. Kirik glared right back, annoyed that his sibling had let him sleep for so long and hadn't bothered checking in. "Hi Ree! Look what Kayell did! He fixed my sword! Course he's the one what broke it but- Hey! What are you doing with the other one?" Evan babbled, unaware of any surrounding tensions. "I-I was going to show him where the other lady was," Ree answered, a bit intimidated at the arrival of the other mon- No. Not a monster, she remembered. Just a different kind of person. Like Pogs. "I don't get why they always wanna be around the girls. It's just sick. Uck," Evan commented. "Oh, 'cept for you, Ree. You're pretty much ok." Andi rolled her eyes impatiently, "Anya's probably in Sway's room. I know where it is. See you all there." She made to push her way past the crowded hallway when she felt someone latch onto her arm again, preventing her from leaving. The hand was familiar enough by now, and she gritted her teeth in annoyance. "Oh fine! Can we please just go then? It's getting too crowded in here," she grouched, glaring up at Kael. "No," he replied, tossing her an impish smile. "Oh. My. Gods. You couldn't be a bigger jerk if you tried!" She snapped, huffing indignantly. "Are you his girlfriend?" Evan asked Andi. "Gods no," she replied. The boy turned to Kirik, "Is the witch your girlfriend?" "My what?" "You know. Girlfriend." The boy began making kissy faces. Kirik merely stared. "I don't get why anyone would want to kiss a girl. That's where germs come from." Evan went on. "But not you, Ree. You're not all germy," he finished kindly, giving his sister a light shove. The little girl smiled shyly, pleased. At this, Kirik couldn't help but chuckle. "You may change your mind one day." "EW! No way! Not ever!" Evan cried, thoroughly repulsed. Kirik grinned, "Whatever you say." Kael tilted his head, brow furrowed. "What is he saying that amuses you, brother?" "He is at that age where he finds females repugnant. Do you remember when you felt the same? It wasn't so long ago, really." Kael smiled and nodded, "How wrong I was." The brothers exchanged grins and the atmosphere lightened considerably. Shortly thereafter, the group began to make their way to the upper decks once again. *** "Now, close your eyes and try to imagine a healing warmth flowing out from your fingertips," Horace instructed. Anya did as she was told and pictured a soft rosey glow surrounding her hands. Nothing. No sensation. No light. No warmth. Discouraged, she shook her head, "It isn't working, Horace. I can't do it." "That is exactly the reason why it isn't working. If you think you can't do it, then you won't be able to. Anyone can learn a simple healing spell or two, Anya, but it takes massive concentration and discipline all the same. "You have a slight edge, being a true witch. You were born with your power. It is only weak because you haven't used it. You must build your strength. Now concentrate! Picture the healing waves originating inside of you. Now imagine your whole inner core warming up with the intent to heal. Try to see and feel it as clearly as you can." Obediently, Anya again closed her eyes and tried. "I can't! I just- How do people even do this magic thing?" Horace smiled gently at her. He could see how frustrated she was. "Don't fret dear. I didn't expect anything to happen in our first session. You've missed out on years of training, and we don't even know what element you favor. I was only trying out a healing spell because they are useful to know." "I don't understand what you mean about what element I favor," she told him, face dismayed. "I don't understand anything that's been happening lately! I just- I can't," Her breath caught and she heaved a sob. The wizard was silent as the dark-haired witch wept. It had been too long in coming and she needed to let it out. "There, there dear," he said after a few moments. "Dry your eyes." He handed her a hanky from his satchel. He let Anya weep for quite awhile. Bit by bit, she began to regain her composure and she dabbed at her eyes with the handkerchief. "Thank you," she sniffled. "Of course, dear. Are you feeling better now?" Anya found that she did. She was exhausted and vaguely sleepy, but it seemed that a huge pressure had been released with her tears. "I do. Sort of." "That's better than nothing. Are you ready to try again?" "I-I think so." The wizard nodded and settled himself a bit more comfortably on the deck. Nodding at her, he began to instruct her once again. "Close your eyes and try to feel-" A ruckus silenced him. The pair glanced over and saw several crew members gesticulating excitedly over the railing. Anya trained her eyes to where they were pointing and could just make out another ship, far on the horizon. "Hm," Horace murmured. "I wonder what is going on." Anya shrugged and didn't reply. Movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention. The door to Sway's chambers swung open and the little captain came bolting out, looking wildly excited. The chattering crew members waved her over and began to point over at the other sea vessel. Sway let out a whoop and bounced up and down with obvious glee. "Raise the flag and hoist the sails!" She bellowed. As her crew disbursed to go about their duties, the redheaded captain scampered towards a large mast and began to climb. Horace and Anya watched, amazed, as Sway made short work of the long climb. As she neared the top, she swung a leg over into the crow's nest and peered through a telescope. Even from so high up, Anya could still make out her victorious cackling and a chill ran down the woman's spine. She turned to Horace, "What do you suppose is going on?" The wizard arched a brow, still staring up at Sway. His expression was serious, making Anya's dread return ten-fold. What in the hells could be happening now? "Well, well. Seems we're about to witness a pirate attack," he finally replied. ____________________________ *Translations* Url va ali pralt jeritzon, Hrila. -- I am a quick learner, Brat. Lur'zt letralirl. -- You're trembling. Aza. -- Yes. Lur vritzat melitri, krilat lur? -- You like that, do you? Ta ritzit Hrila, url nuratz yavitz lur zan. Vot dri pahz nrita url neel ali zeliaz, url va haelonirl il jith lur criz. --My little Brat, I shall leave you now. But the next time I have a chance, I am going to fuck you raw. Haelon wriit, lorlo -- Go away, boy. Melitri gramitz tri zelataz. -- That weapon is useless. Dark Travelers Ch. 12 Author's Note: Writer's block is the worst. But unfortunately, it happens. Thank you SO much for all the replies when I asked for help! I was taken aback by how many of you responded. Also, your ideas were wonderful, and I'm of the opinion that some of you should write your own stories. They'd be grand and I'd be a reader for sure. Writing action scenes is also very difficult. I really struggled with this chapter. But, I think it sounds ok now. I'm very sorry for the wait and I thank you for your patience. Comments and suggestions are treasured. Even the hecklers. ;) Can has more? *Song lyrics borrowed from Disney's - A Pirate's Life For Me (Yo Ho). I couldn't resist. :3 Luv n' other stuff, Ginnnnnnnnnnna! 30. "W-what?" Anya stammered. Horace didn't reply, only continued to gaze up at the odd sea-woman who had so recently joined their party. "Horace!" "Perhaps you'd better head down below," the wizard replied calmly, distractedly rummaging around in his satchel. "Oh Gods. Will this nightmare never end?!" Anya clutched her belly, which had begun to churn again. Up above, Sway began to swiftly climb back down, still chortling to herself. Sure-footed and unconcerned, the woman gracefully dropped the last few feet and landed with a clearly audible -thud-. Quickly, she scampered over to where Anya and Horace were still seated. Sway took in the elder sister's stricken expression and her smile faded. After a quick assessment, she patted Anya's shoulder and nodded reassuringly. "Nah, nah, nah! Don't ye be lookin' so worried, Pretty Anya! Tis nuthin' but a slight detour at the most. Yer big fella shouldn't be overly bothered, me thinks." "What's going to happen to us?" She asked Sway, clasping her hands together. The redheaded captain pushed her spectacles higher onto her nose and peered at her new friend, puzzled. "What do'ee mean?" Anya climbed to her feet and began to glance around frantically, searching for her sister. "The wizard said there is going to be a pirate attack! What will we do?" Horace also rose, still seemingly searching for something in his bag. "I daresay -oh, where is it?- that it may be prudent to take appropriate cover?" Sway still appeared confused, "Fer what? This'll be simple enough. Tis only a merchant ship, ye know. Only rarely do they actually be a challenge to overthrow." At this, Horace stopped his search and tossed Sway an odd look. "A merchant ship?" "Aye! They'll have a crew protectin' their wares, I imagine. But tis nuthin' that me an' me men can't handle. Their pretties shall be mine soon enough." A cold feeling began to grow in Anya's belly. "W-wait. You mean, you're going to attack them?!" Sway nodded eagerly, appearing quite pleased. "Aye!" The wizard was silent for a moment. This revelation had been unexpected. Pirate women were somewhat rare. Female pirate captains even more so. He took another look at the odd, little woman. Perhaps later, if she was so inclined, they could have nice informative chat. "You can't! Why-" Anya began. "I can and I will!" The captain snapped, glowering. "The sea be my playground! An' besides, what do'ee care? Ye never even gave a thought to this sort o'thing before now, have ye?" She stepped closer to Anya, almost nose-to-nose, her glare boring directly into the elder sister's eyes. The dark-haired woman swallowed but held her ground. "I don't want to see anymore blood spilled. I've witnessed quite enough of that recently. More than I ever cared to." She said quietly, refusing to drop her gaze. As she spoke, the sea-woman's stormy expression gradually cleared, then softened, "Aye, lady. I understand. Tis icky and sticky and nasty-bad if yer not accustomed to it. Killin' ain't me favorite thing either. 'Sides," she waved her hand dismissively, "I never kill more than I have to. Not me style, ye know." "So, you are a pirate," Anya said softly, expression carefully neutral. The captain's face fell for a moment and she began to open her mouth to reply. "Sway!" It was a rough, barked command. She snapped a look behind her, brow furrowed. "Aye Pogs?" The dwarf was all business, his stance rigid and direct. "Do we give chase?" Sway's eyes gleamed with a wild light. "Aye, we do! Hee! Did'ee see how low in the water yonder ship sits? They have a heavy, heavy load. And we shall take it ALL!" The last word came out as a triumphant roar. Anya blanched and paled. Pogs noticed her distress and laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder. The elder sister glanced down at him, expression unhappy. "Nah, lass," Pogs muttered. "Don't'ee get clutched. Go down below and ye'll be safe enough." Anya managed a wan smile and the little man felt his ears grow a bit warm. His hand still grasped her and, as if he suddenly remembered himself, Pogs quickly stepped back, glancing around nervously. He'd no wish for the beast to see him touching the forbidden female. Horace arched a brow and cleared his throat. The three turned their attention to him. "Will this take very long? I imagine your other ...guests... may be a bit put off by the distraction." "Pffffft! Balls! This be my ship and they be in my debt!" Sway began, stomping her foot stubbornly. "They can eat me arse if-" She trailed off suddenly and appeared thoughtful. Without further explanation, she turned on her heel and scuttled away, barking orders at several deckhands as she passed. Pogs, Horace, and Anya stared after her uncertainly. *** The brothers, with Andi in tow and the children following closely behind, continued towards the main deck. Kirik could hear shouts and running footsteps coming from up above as they got closer. He paused, frowning. Kael heard the ruckus as well and also stopped short, arching a brow. He gave his elder a questioning glance. "What is it, brother?" "Something is happen-" Kirik began. There were footfalls charging down the steps towards them now. Kirik tensed and slowly drew his blade. This time, Kael raised both brows and gave Andi a shove back behind him. She stumbled a bit and would have fallen had she not grabbed his arm to steady herself. The juvenile paid no attention, merely shrugged her off and drew his own swords. Andi frowned resentfully, bent down, and scooped Taters up; nervously clutching him to her breast. She'd also heard the commotion and little alarm bells began to go off in her head. The puppy could sense the change in the group's demeanor and began to lick his chops in agitation. His Girl was frightened. He could smell her fear clearly. She needed him. Tots cocked his ears and tilted his head, also hearing someone approaching them. Was she scared of who was coming towards them now? Maybe he could make whoever it was go away. He bared his teeth and began to snarl as ferociously as a puppy possibly could; the fur on the back of his neck beginning to bristle with aggression. If someone wanted to hurt his Girl, they'd have to go through him first. The children's eyes grew wide as they watched the creatures tense and take on a defensive posture. Evan paled slightly and glanced down at his tiny, wooden sword. It seemed so puny, worthless and insignificant in comparison to theirs; and he felt a twinge of envy course through him. Apprehension and uncertainty made for an unpleasant combination; Evan's hand began to tremble slightly. No matter. He was the big brother. By seven whole minutes. He was Evan the Mighty. Shaking it off, the boy stepped in front of Ree and held out his toy weapon; prepared to defend his twin sister to the death if it came down to it. He was brave and strong and he feared nothing; even if his heart was threatening to thump right out of his chest. Evan glanced at Kael and tried to imitate the juvenile's battle stance as best as he could. Ree took refuge behind Evan and began to wring her hands with worry. Who was coming at them? Why were their weapons drawn? Would they all be horribly killed? If it was to be so, she'd die by her brother's side. She threw her arms around him and squeezed. "You should go to your room, Ree," Evan said softly. "We men are probably gonna hafta fight soon." "I'm not leaving you." She replied stubbornly, tightening her arms. "Don't be a stupid girl!" Evan snapped. "You might get hurt!" "So might you!" She wailed back. "I told you to go-" he began. "You there! Creatures!" Sway had appeared at the mouth of the stairwell, staring down at them with her hands on her hips. Kirik relaxed slightly and flicked his glance upward. "Is there trouble?" "Trouble?" The woman repeated, blinking. "Nah! Not fer us, anyhow! Tell me now, do ye recall our little deal at the beginnin' o'this journey?" She inquired, smiling sweetly. "I do." "Lovely! Then ye be rememberin' that ye still be in me debt, hm?" "I do." "I see ye got some mighty impressive-lookin' swords there. But, do'ee know how t'use em at all, I wonder?" "We are capable." "Hah! Goodie! Then come along! Tis time to battle." She beckoned to them and began to stride back up the stairs. "Wait," Kirik said. Sway paused and glanced back down, "Eh?" "Who are we fighting? And to what end?" The redheaded woman snickered and shrugged. "I've decided that yer in me crew fer the duration of our travels together. I believe yer services will be a good enough payment for me services, don't ye think? Tit fer tat!" "Alright. Fair enough." He hesitated before his next query. "Where...where is the woman?" At this, Sway grinned knowingly down at him. "She be above. I'd go an' collect her right quick if I was you." Kael cocked his head, frowning. He was starting to become quite irritated with not being able to understand what was going on. "What is she saying?" Kirik hefted a sigh, touched three fingers to his chest and nodded at the captain, "We will honor our debt to you. You have us at your disposal." After, he tossed a quick glance towards the juvenile, "She has requested that we fight on her behalf as payment for services rendered." Kael grinned rather ferociously, eyes flashing a vivid yellow. "Excellent." Sway bounced and clapped her hands together with delight, "Yay! Come on then! Off we go! Evan! Ree! Get to yer room and don't come out until it be over! Andi Brat! You'll look after 'em, yes? Don't let my little 'uns be harmed!" Without waiting for a response, she sashayed the rest of the way back up and was gone. Evan pouted briefly. He never got to do anything fun or exciting. When was he going to be allowed to fight with the rest of the men? The boy considered arguing, then thought better of it. "C'mon Ree," he muttered with disappointment. "We hafta go to our rooms now." The young girl nodded and started to follow her brother when she noticed that the blonde lady wasn't moving. In fact, she looked like she was staring off into space. She tapped Andi but received no response. Ree furrowed her brow and begin to pull at the lady's arm. Sounds like something exciting is going on, DeeDee murmured. I think you and me have a different idea of exciting, Andi replied dryly. Obviously. Mayhaps we can take a look? Sway said to take cover and look after those kids. Tch. You're no fun at all. DeeDee whispered mournfully. Shut-up. There was a tug on her arm. Andi glanced down in surprise and saw the little girl staring up at her with a worried expression. "C'mon lady. Sway said we have to hide now." Ree continued to pull on Andi's arm, urging her to follow. You need to work on staying focused while we chat. DeeDee admonished. Otherwise, people will start to notice you're acting off. Then the questions will begin. And we can't have that now, can we? No. That wouldn't do at all. "Sorry," Andi murmured. "I'm a little shaken up. Show me the way to your room?" Ree nodded, still frowning up at her, and beckoned to the older girl. "It's this way. Come on, I'll show you my doll." Andi nodded, smiled kindly down at the child and began to follow her. Kael glowered and made to snatch her back when Kirik put a restraining hand on his arm. The juvenile shook him off, glaring. "She stays with me, Kirik." "You wish to put her directly in the middle of a seige then? An unarmed female? At the very least, she will be injured. Is that what you want?" Kirik's tone was mild and suggested genuine curiosity. Kael's brow furrowed briefly as he thought it over. No. He did not want that. Not at all. "Fine. Tell her to stay put until I get her, then." Kirik narrowed his eyes but only nodded in response. "Girl," he began. Ree and Andi both glanced up at him with identical, questioning expressions. The elder Feylak inclined his head towards the older female, "You are to remain with the children until my brother sends for you or comes to get you himself." Andi swallowed nervously and tossed Kael a curious glance. The youngling returned her gaze with a forbidding glare. He said something else, to which Kirik merely nodded. "He also says that if you disobey him this time, you will pay." He's bluffing, DeeDee scoffed. How do you know? Andi's interest was piqued. DeeDee sounded so certain of herself. She waited for a moment, but there was no reply. Apparently, she was alone again. "Girl!" Kirik spat impatiently, snapping his fingers in front of her face. "Alright! I'll behave! Jeeez!" Andi cried, batting his hand away. Still clutching Taters, she reluctantly followed the children towards their chambers. *** The cargo ship was still ahead of Sway's, but not by much. The pirate woman's vessel was large but swift, and the chase was on. At her command, Anya and Horace had retreated to the lower levels to wait out the attack. Kirik nodded at the wizard as they passed one another, then briefly took hold of Anya's arm. The woman halted abruptly, startled, and shot him a worried glance. "Your kin is below. Go to her and both of you stay out of sight and out of the way. When this is done, I will come find you." He paused, taking in her frightened expression before continuing, "Don't look so fearful, woman. All will be well." Having no urge to argue, Anya only nodded miserably and anxiously wrapped both arms around herself. The majority of Sway's crew had gathered on the main deck; the air surrounding them was thick with the anticipation of impending violence. The redhaired pirate was at the head of the ship, eyes sparkling with wicked excitement. "Ohhhhh, don't ye run from me now!" She crooned towards her prey, "I'm gonna get ya no matter what!" Kirik observed the sea-woman quietly. Not for the first time, he wondered if the captain wasn't slightly mad. Her mannerisms were a bit ...off... to put it lightly. Kael, on the other hand, seemed not to notice anything out of the ordinary. His younger sibling merely gazed ahead at the fleeing ship with a kind of primal hunger. The elder Feylak noted this and his expression became dour. The boy needed to learn to be aware of everything around him, not just entirely focused on his intended target. "We're almost upon em, men!" Sway bellowed, turning to face her crew. "Prepare yerselves! Only kill those who intend to do the same to ye! Accept surrender and take prisoners!" Here, she paused and lowered her voice to a vicious hiss, "And as always, no harming any women or children who may be aboard. A slow death awaits those who do." The intended target was close enough now that they could see the merchant crew members scurrying madly around on deck. Sway let out a whoop and grinned, baring her teeth. "Man the cannons, quick! Before they do! Pogs! Take the wheel and bring 'er alongside!" The dwarf, appearing intensely excited, guided the ship alongside the cargo vessel so that they were nearly parallel. The men of the other ship were gathered on the deck, blades and pistols already drawn. Sway beamed prettily, and waved pleasantly to them. "Ahoy there, darlings! We're jus' gonna be boarding yer ship now! I wanted to let ye know! Thought it'd be polite of me!" "Over my broken, bleeding body, sea-witch! I'll see you hanged along with the rest of your ilk!" The captain of the cargo ship shouted back. "Ready the cannons, men!" Sway snickered and shook her head in mock-pity. "Well, if'ee insist," She purred coyly. "FIRE!" A deafening crash sounded as all six of Sway's cannons ignited at once. However, instead of a single cannon ball, she had instructed each of them to be filled with assorted bits of scrap metal as well. As the weapons deployed, shrapnel peppered the front line of the merchant crew. Shards of sizzling hot metal seared into their flesh and ripped meat away from bone. Horrible screams of agony spiraled into the air and harmonized into a sort of strange, warped chorus. The cannon balls themselves tore into the side of the opposing craft; effectively disabling the majority of their firepower, as well as killing the handful of deckhands who'd been preparing the cannons. "HAH!" Sway screamed. "Do'ee like that?! Do'ee?! Do'ee jus' love it?!" She spun to regard her men once again. "Board them!" she shrieked. "Take it ALL!" Simultaneously, several of Sway's crew hoisted long, heavy planks of wood over the gap between the two ships, slamming them onto the rail of the crippled cargo vessel. The pirates began to swarm over them, invading the merchant ship like a plague. Clashing of swords, sharp gunshots, and shouts of aggression and pain began soon thereafter. The pirate woman began to pick off the merchants who'd been mutilated by the shrapnel. Her twin pistols caught the light of the setting sun, flashing and winking as she ended their pain. The merchants were outnumbered, but they put up a fair fight, regardless. It was to no avail, however. Within minutes, the cargo ship's crew was reduced by more than half. Kael had jumped into the fray with a gleeful smile, more than eager to dole out his share of damage. In a flash, he'd immediately impaled the closest merchant on one of his blades. The victim's mouth worked soundlessly as Kael ruthlessly jerked his arm up and back. The sword ripped out of the human's gut with an unspeakable liquid skittering sound; spraying the youngster with dark red droplets. As the juvenile looked on, he watched as a coil of intestine slipped from the gaping wound and dangle obscenely. The man dropped to his knees, dying, even as he tried in vain to stuff his guts back into his stomach. Grinning madly and whirling around, Kael slashed at another human, decapitating him with fluid ease. The unfortunate man stood there for a second after, seemingly unaware that his head was gone, before slowly crumpling. Kirik was much more methodical. He preferred quick, quiet and clean kills. On the war field, there was really no reason to draw it out. Each slice of his blade was deliberately aimed and sank into vital areas, killing his adversaries almost instantly. Battle fury began to pulse at his temples and the red haze of blood lust was slowly consuming his vision. Coherent thought was now an enormous effort, but he managed to remember Sway's orders nonetheless. Another merchant had suddenly appeared in front of him. He took one look at Kirik's blazing eyes and dropped his weapon, holding his hands up in defeat. The elder managed to stop himself from dealing another deadly blow, but just barely. A savage rumble issued from the Feylak's chest as he grabbed the front of the human's coat and hurled him bodily across the gap and onto Sway's craft. Dark Travelers Ch. 12 After all, she had said to take prisoners, had she not? Kirik smiled as the man landed with a sickening crack, and was instantly restrained and taken captive by the remaining pirates. Sway was in her glory. This was what she lived for. This was what she knew. Her pistols fired in quick succession. She grinned triumphantly when she realized that their victory was all but assured. Pride in her crew swelled hugely in her chest as they made short work of overtaking the smaller craft. All in all, the battle was over in just under fifteen minutes. Any survivors were taken prisoner and lined up on the main deck of her ship, while she and her comrades looted and set fire to the merchant vessel. A once fine sea-craft had been reduced to a broken, flaming wreckage. The Feylak brothers, unaccustomed to such a short battle, got themselves back under control bit by bit. Panting with a mixture of waning excitement and exertion, Kael managed to calm himself down and reboard Sway's vessel first. He went with a vague feeling of disappointment, glancing back at the destruction with a longing expression. The fight had been great fun and a decent workout, but hadn't lasted nearly long enough to suit him. He glanced down at himself and curled his upper lip in disgust; his armour was streaked with human blood and other assorted chunks of filth. A proper cleaning would be in order. And the sooner the better. Kirik hung back and observed the fire for a moment more before he also retreated. Having been able to finally vent, he felt much better than he had in days. A good, bloody battle both soothed him and made him feel vibrantly alive. It was always a welcome change to let himself go; to completely dismiss the strict discipline he constantly kept himself under. Watching as the last of the spoils were being hoisted aboard by the crew, his attention was diverted by Sway's cheerful voice. "Greetings and salutations! My name be Cap'n Sway, and I shall be yer hostess until we next make port." She offered them a a cagey grin. "Yer complete cooperation is appreciated and also wise." The little woman began busily walking up the line of captives, nodding to each of them and enthusiastically shaking their hands as she introduced herself. The hostages began to glance at one another, growing uneasy. "Now, yer gonna find the accomodations to be a bit cramped, mayhaps, but adequate enough. Tis no worry, though! As soon as we finish another quick little errand, we shall set sail fer the nearest seaport! From there, well..." she trailed off, smirking mischievously. "What will you do with us?" One queried. "Tis not up t'me what's to be done with ye," she replied coldy. "That task falls to the highest bidder, don't'ee know." Hushed muttering began to ripple up and down the line of captured merchants. "Well!" Sway clapped her hands together once. "I'm sure yer gonna have a lot t'think about for the next few days, hm? I might as well let'ee get to it then! Hee! Pogs! Would'ee be so kind as to take a few men and show these nice prisoners to the holding? Make sure they get fed n'watered regularly." "Aye Cap'n," the dwarf replied, beckoning to several crew members. The redhaired pirate watched with satisfaction as the loot continued to pile up, and her captives were taken down below. Upon the arrival of some kegs, she began to bounce with excitement. "Booze! Nice!" She cried, twirling. "We're gonna have us a grand celebration this evenin', we are!" The elder brother shook his head in wry amusement and cleared his throat, hoping to draw her attention. Sway glanced over at him, brows raised. "Are we still needed?" He asked. "Or can we go collect our prisoners now?" "Ye two fight like fierce champions, ye do," she commented. "I was duly impressed." A narrowing of the eyes, "I get the feelin' that'ee two do this sort o' thing a lot. Am I right?" Kirik nodded in agreement. "It is our way." The small woman appeared hopeful for a moment. "Yer each like four men in one. I don't suppose ye'd want to join me crew permanently? It'd be like one big happy family, it would!" "We cannot. We've business elsewhere." Sway drooped a bit, "Nah, I didn't think so. Tis a shame, it is. We'd make a great team." Silence for a minute, then a crafty expression slowly worked its way over her features. "Well, how 'bout this then? Ye two stay on as part of me crew whilst ye finish up yer business here, and in return I shall grant ye room and board on me ship. As well as passage to anywhere else ye may need to go. With yer other friends included o'course." Kirik raised his brows, rather surprised at the offer. It would be useful to have ready access to transportation. Who knew where they'd have to travel to next? Still, he wasn't at all certain about making another pact with a human. "I will think about it." "Eh. Better than a 'no', I wager. Good then, creature. Ye go think on it. I hope ye accept. We could do grand things together." Kirik stared down at her, a brooding expression on his face. After a moment or two of heavy silence, Kael sauntered up to the two of them and nudged his brother. "Yes, youngling?" "I'm covered in blood." Kael looked down at his sullied armour with faint distaste. "You are indeed. What of it?" "I need to wash. Is there somewhere I can do that here?" Kirik turned his attention back towards Sway, "My brother wants to bathe himself. Is this possible?" The woman gave the juvenile an amused glance, "I can see yer very enthusiastic when ye fight. Aye, there is. I only got unheated seawater to offer ye, however. The fresh we gotta save fer drinkin'. "Still though," she gave him an apprasing glance and wrinkled her nose, "it be better than nuthin'. Ick." She beckoned to the youngster. "C'mon then, follow me. I'll show'ee where to go." The elder Feylak translated for his sibling, and watched as Sway led him away. When he was out of sight, Kirik turned to go check on the woman. 31. As the crash of the cannons resonated through the ship, the sisters clutched each other and glanced up uneasily. "What do you think is happening up there, Anya?" Andi queried nervously. Faint shouts and sounds of battle could be heard now. Anya stroked her sister's hair comfortingly and shook her head, "I don't know, Sweet. I'm not certain I want to know, really." *"'Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me! We pillage and plunder, we rifle and loot! Drink up me 'earties, yo ho! We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot! Drink up me 'earties, yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho...a pirate's life for meee...'" Horace sang softly, patting his thighs rythmically. The sisters threw him irritated glances. Looking a bit abashed, he offered them a rather sheepish shrug. "My apologies, ladies. I'll stop." "Sway's takin' stuff again," Evan piped up, dancing around his sister and mock-attacking her. "She's always startin' fights. She's pretty ok for a girl, too." He grinned and continued to playfully jab at Ree with his toy sword. "You cut that out!" Ree snapped, pushing him back. "I hate it when you poke me!" Evan stopped and appeared astonished, "I know that. That's why I do it." Poke. Poke. "Leave me alone!" "Make me!" A shoving match ensued. The sisters watched the children, bemused. "How old are you two, anyway?" Andi asked. Ree gave her twin one last frustrated push, before dismissing him once again. "We're seven and a half." She bent to pick up her doll and cradled it lovingly. "How did you come to be here?" Anya continued, interested. Evan shrugged, "Sway won us in a card game." Anya was shocked, "A card game?!" Ree nodded and began to pretend-feed her baby doll. "Yes. It was a long time ago, though. Almost a whole year." "Who would gamble children?" Andi wondered, frowning. "Our da' did," Evan replied, rather sullenly. "Yes," Ree agreed again. She paused and appeared to consider, "He wasn't a very good daddy I guess." "Nope," Evan went on, without missing a beat. "Sometimes, he would spend all the money on his drinking and there wouldn't be enough left to buy any food! He never even got us any toys. Not ever. Sway's the one what got me this." He gestured to his wooden sword and grinned happily. "Uh-huh. She gave me Sweety, too." Ree smiled down at her doll. "And she feeds us good food!" Evan said. "Everyday!" Ree finished. "That's ...nice." Anya told them, feeling badly. Poor little things. Andi was confused, "So she just keeps you around for the hell of it?" "I guess so," the boy replied, shrugging. "Where is your mother?" Anya queried. "Da' said she died having us. It's why he didn't want us no more," Evan said, a bit sadly. "Oh. I see. Well that isn't your fault, you know." "No?" Ree questioned, looking a bit hopeful. "No. Your mother wanted children. It was her decision to birth you. You hold none of the blame," Anya said firmly. The little girl smiled with genuine relief. This was something that had been bothering her for a very long time. Again, doubts of this woman being a witch resurfaced. Ree hesitated for a moment, before curiosity got the better of her. "Uhm, lady," she began. "Anya. Call me Anya. And this is Andi. My sister." "Uhm...ok. Anya. Are-are you really a witch?" "Yes. She is," Horace chimed in. "He says so," Anya continued, giving him another impatient glare. "But I've little power to speak of. I only recently found out." "Oh. So, are you evil? I thought witches were evil." "No. I'm not." Ree nodded, "I didn't think so. You're really nice. And pretty. Witches are mean and ugly. Everyone knows that." Andi snorted laughter, then quickly composed herself. The little girl focused on the blonde sister, "How about you? Are you a witch, too?" "Nope. No magic here. I'm just... me." Andi shrugged and appeared vaguely disappointed. "Oh," Ree murmured, wondering if she'd hurt the lady's feelings. "Well, your little dog is very nice. And your hair is beautiful." "Aw! Thanks! And yeah, he is," Andi replied fondly, ruffling the puppy's fur. Taters thumped his tail happily. Pleased, as always, when he received attention. Evan was examining his bindings on his sword when he also glanced up at Andi, "She's Kayell's girlfriend." The blonde girl shook her head emphatically, "No! No I am not! I hate him!" The boy seemed rather surprised. "Why? He's nice. He fixed my sword. See?" He held it up to show her. "He isn't nice to me." She replied crossly. "He isn't?" Evan cocked his head, puzzled. "No. Not at all." "Oh. How come you're always holding hands then?" Andi was about to reply when Horace cleared his throat. The group turned to look at him. He was gazing up at the ceiling of the cabin and smiling. "It's quiet now," he said. Anya realized he was right. There was only silence. "Should we come out?" "Best wait until we're sent for." Horace replied easily. "Who knows, Anya? You might get to try your hand at healing the wounded. Should there be any, of course." "We've already attempted that. I can't." "We tried once. That's hardly cause to admit defeat." Horace said, pulling out his flute again. Leaning back, he began to trill another soft melody, seeming to lose interest in the others. After a moment, however, he stopped and tossed a curious look at Anya. "Tell me, are your dreams sometimes odd?" The woman gave him an uneasy stare, "What do you mean, 'odd'?" "Are they unusually vivid? Perhaps indicitive of future events?" "No. Of course n-" She stopped, suddenly remembering the strange sense of foreboding that come over her the day that they were abducted. And...and there was also that terrible dream she was having; just before Kirik had barged into her home and into her life. "No? You don't look very certain." He said, his piercing gaze focusing heavily on her now. "Well," she began slowly, "I did have a strange dream on the day we were...taken." "Hm," the wizard muttered. "What about the memory? You know, the one you had when we were first introduced? When I asked you if any family members who practiced magic. Recall?" The dark-haired woman nodded. "What was it? Describe it to me." Andi perked up, interest caught. Anya began to run her fingers through her hair, nervously. "I was very young. Four or five, maybe. Me and mother were at a pond. We were holding small pebbles and making them bounce across the water." Horace frowned, "You mean you were throwing them?" She shook her head, "No. She had me hold onto one very tightly, and I remember feeling it begin to move in my hand. Then when I opened my fist, it kind of...I don't know, lit up for a moment. After, it sort of...floated across the pond, skipping along the surface." The wizard leaned forward and stared at her so intently that she felt her cheeks heat up. "You're telling me that you, as a child of five, were able to make the stones hover?" Anya nodded. "Yes." "At five years old?" His tone was incredulous. "I may have been younger, but yes." "Astounding! Simply astounding! What a pity you were never able to begin training. You've missed out on years of practice. Your talent may be strong, but it has atrophied severely." She shrugged and appeared unconvinced, "If you say so. Why are asking me these questions?" "No reason," he chuckled. "It's just that I now know that your favored element is earth. Also, you may have the gift of foresight." Andi arched a brow, "You made rocks float? That's pretty neat, actually." "I don't-" Anya began, when the door opened. Kirik stood there, staring down at her. His face was expressionless for a moment, then she saw the corner of his mouth twitch upward. "You obeyed me. Good girl." Her mouth dropped open momentarily. He sounded as if he were praising a pet. Still though, she chose to ignore it. "Is it over? What happened?" The elder nodded in agreement, "It is over. A simple raid and conquer. Nothing more. It is safe for you to come out now." "Wonderful news!" Horace exclaimed, jumping up eagerly. "I must admit that I am beginning to become a tad impatient with being cooped up. I've had my fill of that sort of thing already!" He strode out the door, curious to go see the aftermath. "Can I go, too? Or do I have to wait for him?" Andi asked, rather petulantly. Kirik gave her a sidelong glance, "My brother is washing. He may be awhile. I do not know if you are allowed to venture out. If I were you, I'd wait." The girl huffed impatiently and crossed her arms. Kirik watched her for a second more, expression considering. "You may want to adjust your attitude. He's apt to treat you much more nicely if you do." Turning back to Anya, he nodded at her. "You, though, may go do as you please." "Oh, can I? Thank you so very much," she replied, tone dripping with sarcasm. "You are welcome." Anya shook her head and began to massage her temples, eyes closed. The elder Feylak furrowed his brow and observed her for a short while longer, before leaving the room. "I also need to bathe. I will find you later," he called over his shoulder. The older sister snaked an arm around Andi's shoulders. "I'll stay here with you, alright Sweet?" "Ok, Anya. Maybe you can show me how to magically throw huge rocks at Kael." The dark-haired sister chuckled appreciatively, "I'll try. But I'm not promising anything." "I'll stay too," Ree offered, climbing up on the bunk next to them. It was kind of nice to have some more girls around. The blonde lady- No. Andi. Andi had even gone so far as to ooh and ahh over her dolly. Ree knew it wasn't real admiration, of course, but she appreciated the gesture nonetheless. "Ugh! Too many girls around here! I'm going to go find Kayell. Maybe he'll teach me how to fight like he does! Bye Ree!" The boy scampered out, eager to go and find a boy to play with. *** A short while later, Sway ventured down to see where the sisters were. Upon finding them, she gave the open door a brisk rap with her knuckles. "Knock! Knock!" Skeet was perched on her shoulder, but soon fluttered onto a small table near Andi. Again, he cocked an eye at her and let loose a long wolf whistle. "Pervert," Andi said peevishly, swiping a hand at him. "Shut yer yap, Skeet. Ain't no one likes ye!" Sway agreed. The black cockatoo flew over to a shelf and ruffled his feathers indignantly. "Balls," he muttered, actually sounding rather put off. They glanced up simultaneously and nodded in acknowlegment. Ree beamed, "Hi Sway!" "Hi Ree!" She replied, with just as much enthusiasm. "Are ye having a fun time with me new chums, hm?" "Yes. We're playing house!" "Are ye now! Well ain't that just grand. I'm gonna hafta interrupt, though. Why don't ye go on up and grab some grub? There be a fine feast awaitin' ye! Today was very lucrative!" "What's lucra-lucrati-" "Aye, dearie! Means that I had a productive day! Gained massive amounts of swagger! Go on and eat, Ree. As much as ye like. Now get!" The little girl obediently gathered up her doll and scuttled out. As soon as she was gone, Sway kicked the door shut with a loud bang. When the sisters jumped, she grinned dismissively and waved a hand. "Fer privacy. There be ears everywhere here." "I trust everything went well?" Anya questioned. "Aye. They did. Why are ye two still holed up in here? There be drinkin' and singin' and feastin' goin' on above. Yer more than welcome to partake." "We weren't certain if it was alright to." She replied, rising to her feet. "I dunno if he'll let me leave. He told me to stay here until he comes to get me," Andi muttered, frowning slightly. "Piss on that!" Sway railed. "Yer on my ship and I am orderin' you to go an' celebrate with me and me crew! NOW!" "But what if-" "Nah! Don't'ee worry, Andi Brat. I'll take full responsibility." Sway tipped her a wink and beckoned to them with a grin. "Come on! Both of'ee! Let's go!" The hyper redhead slung an arm around each of their shoulders and began half-leading, half-dragging them out and up the stairs. Anya and Andi had little choice but to follow. Sway was remarkably strong in spite of her slight size. Tots cocked and ear and trotted after them eagerly. His sensitive nose had picked up the delicious smells wafting down from above. Maybe his Girl would give him some more treats. If he was a Good Boy, that was. He began to wag his tail hopefully. It shouldn't be too difficult. His Girl always called him Good Boy. The crew members were already quite drunk. As Sway entered with the women, loud hooting and cat-calls rang throughout the meal hall. Anya and Andi flushed significantly, unused to being the center of attention in a room full of rowdy males. The redhaired woman noticed and glowered at her men. "Be polite, ye nutsacks!" She bellowed. "I'll not have me new chums bein' embarrassed! Hands to yerselves as well as everythin' else! Otherwise ye might have the creatures t'contend with." At this, the room grew a bit quieter. Everyone had seen the two Feylaks in action today; and there wasn't a man in attendance who wished to cross blades with one of them. As the meal progressed, the sisters were soon forgotten and left to their own devices. Andi, seeing the bounty on the table, suddenly realized that she was ravenous. "Sway," she began. "Aye?" "Can I have something to eat?" Sway blinked at her. "Why ye askin' somethin' like that, Andi Brat? I already told ye that ye were welcome to join in." The blonde girl needed no further encouragement. She seized a dinner roll and tore into it, chewing with vigor. Anya felt her stomach rumbling as well and, albeit with a bit more poise, she too began to eat. Dark Travelers Ch. 12 Taters sat at attention at his Girl's feet. After a moment or two of stuffing her face, Andi finally noticed the small dog. Swallowing a mouthful of beef, she threw the puppy several thick slices. The puppy wagged his tail furiously as he gobbled down this rare delicacy. His Girl must be very pleased with him to be offering fresh meat. Anya ate much more delicately. After she'd had her fill, she swished her mouth out with some water and dabbed her mouth with a cloth napkin. "Here," Sway slid a small shotglass full of an amber-colored liquid at her. "Try this. It's mighty tasty." "What is it?" Anya asked, giving the glass a dubious glance. "Whiskey." Sway replied, eyes alight with mischief. "You too, Andi! Have some. Ye two look like ye need t'relax a tad." She poured Andi a shot as well and slid it over to her. Andi stared down at it, then gave it a sniff. "Ugh! It smells awful!" "Aye, it do. Burns like hell on the way down, too," the captain replied with a giggle. Anya grimaced, "I'm not much of a drinker." "Ye don't say!" Sway appeared quite surprised. However, the gleam in her eyes brightened a bit. Andi slowly curled her fingers around her cup and brought it up to her lips. Anya started to throw her a stern glare, then changed her mind, shrugged, and waved her on. How could she refuse? Could she really blame the girl if she wanted to get a little drunk? What could it harm? Especially now? With a surprised expression at her sister's acquiescence, Andi drank the contents of the glass in one gulp. Sway watched with interest as the girl grimaced and coughed a couple of times. "Good job! Yer turn, Pretty Anya. Then me. Don't keep me waitin' fer me turn now!" Almost guiltily, Anya took a quick swallow of her own drink. Fire coursed its way down her throat and she gasped, waving a hand in front of her mouth. "Gah! It's terrible!" "Hee! Ain't it? But if'ee drink more, ye get used to it quicker. Go on. Drink! Drink! Drink!" Sway tossed back a shot of her own and immediately poured another round for all three of them. After she watched the sisters take another, Sway held up her hand and smiled, "Enough fer now. Ye two be lightweights! Can't have ye pukin' all over me floor. Pogs would hate to have t'clean it up!" Quit soon thereafter, Andi felt a warm sensation begin to bloom in her belly and she smiled. She suddenly felt much more optimistic than she had in days. The room swam slightly and she began to giggle. "I feel funny, Anya." The dark-haired sister nodded and tossed her a rather silly grin, "Aye Sweet. Me too. I-I...uhm...I, erm... Oh, dear. I forgot what I was going say." Anya tried to say something else, but her words got tangled with one another and tapered off into a fit of giggles. Sway was observing the two with obvious amusement when the door to the meal hall opened again. Glancing over, she saw the two creatures enter, peering around curiously. Their armour was shining brightly and they appeared squeaky clean and refreshed. Grinning, she waved them over, "Oi! Over here! Come and eat! Yer part o' the reason we have such a feast this evenin'!" "Uh-oh. We're in trouble now," Andi murmured, hiccuping a bit. The younger sister tried to stand, lost her balance and sat back down heavily. She appeared entirely surprised before giggles of her own bubbled up and out of her mouth. "Hee! I fell!" Anya's musical laughter rang out above the clamor. As they approached, Kirik arched a brow at her behavior and started to examine her a bit more closely. Kael tilted his head and did the same, but lost interest in her when he caught sight of his Brat. She was laughing and smiling too. He'd never seen her do that before. Sensing someone staring at her, Andi turned to regard him. "What are you looking at?" When she recieved no response, she stood again, this time successfully, and gave his chest a sharp poke. "Well?!" He wouldn't have been able to appear any more astonished if he'd tried. At seeing his wide-eyed expression, Andi grinned up at him and laughed again. Kael stared back down at her, nonplussed. She'd smiled at him. He'd never seen her do that before, either. It made the inside of his chest feel a bit peculiar. Almost fluttery. "What is wrong with her, brother? She is acting strangely. More so than usual." "They are intoxicated." Kirik replied, watching the woman carefully. He turned to Sway, "I suppose you gave them the alcohol?" "I sure did!" she said proudly. "Can ye blame me? They've had a rough time of it lately, from what they've been tellin' me. Won't do em' any harm, ye know. 'Sides, I wanted to see what would happen if I got 'em a lil' soused. Ain't they cute?" Kirik's mouth thinned slightly, "And you? Are you drunk as well?" "Hah! Takes more n' a coupla shots t'get me wasted! Them two, though," she jerked a thumb at the sisters, who appeared blithely unconcerned with pretty much everything around them now. "Two sips and they're gone. Hee!" Kael watched Andi with a faint smile. Perhaps she'd been right about the drunkard. This was rather amusing. The girl stared up at him and jutted her chin out, poking him the chest again. "You don't scare me, you know." "What did she say, brother?" He asked, still bemused. "She said she doesn't fear you." Kael tilted his head thoughtfully and his smile grew into a crooked grin. He began to move towards her when a happy cry sounded from across the room. "Kayell!" Evan had spotted the juvenile and sprinted towards the group. "Gods..." Kael muttered, rolling his eyes. "Hi Kayell! Look what I learned to do!" Evan twirled his sword in a sloppy circle and beamed proudly. Kirik smirked, "You have made a friend, it seems." "He's taken to following me around. I don't know how to make him go away." The youngling replied sourly. "Curious. I feel much the same about you. If you do figure a way to make him leave you be, do share." Glowering at his elder, Kael nodded at the boy and began to edge away. He made his way towards the food and snatched up a hunk of mutton; ripping into it and chewing with obvious enjoyment. Evan pranced after him, yammering up at the juvenile Feylak as if he could understand. Kael glanced down at the youngster once or twice as he ate, appearing supremely uncomfortable. "Are ye gonna have somethin' t'eat as well, creature?" Sway questioned, tossing back another shot. "Later, perhaps. We don't need to eat as often as you humans seem to." "And why is that?" Anya asked, propping her face up on her hand. A dazed smile was stretched across her mouth. Kirik glanced down, seemed to debate with himself for a moment, then took a seat on the bench next to her. "We are built to survive for long periods without sustinance. It is necessary, seeing as prey isn't terribly abundant where I come from. And what is available isn't easy to kill." "Where are ye from?" Sway piped up, eyes gleaming with curiosity. Kirik tossed her a considering glance, "The Deadlands." The redhaired woman's mouth dropped open. "No! Are ye, really?" "Yes." "How do'ee survive there?!" "I just told you." Sway smacked her forehead and shook her head, grinning with amusement. "Nah, nah, nah! I meant, how do'ee survive in the elements? Tis completely frozen. No cover nowheres; or so I've heard it told." The elder paused and appeared thoughtful again. Finally he gave a shrug and continued, "We dwell inside a mountain of ice. The Great Glacier, as it's called. The elders of my elders carved several cities into it many, many centuries ago. And besides, we've evolved to tolerate extreme temperatures." "So why are ye here, then?" "To take back what is rightfully ours," he replied, eyes flaring briefly. Sway's easy smile faded, "And what be that exactly?" Kirik's expression grew cold and determined. "Everything." 32. An uneasy silence followed. Anya wasn't terribly surprised with the admission, though. With the way that they behaved, it didn't come as a complete shock that his was a race of conquerors. "I still don't understand why you need me, then." She finally said. "Your people seem entirely able to do such a thing themselves; if you and your brother are any indication, that is." "Not with things as they are currently, Pretty." Kirik reached out and slid a finger over her cheek. "Your skin holds the key. Or will, I should say." The dark-haired sister cringed back, head still swimming. "I hold no key! You are mistaken." He smiled rather kindly at her, but didn't offer any more explanation. Sway appeared deep in thought; her usually animated features were withdrawn and pensive. Andi, however, had dozed off; her head buried in her arms. "I-I need some fresh air, I think," Anya stammered, rising unsteadily to her feet. "Aye, ye look a might pale," Sway said, eyeing her with faint concern. "Don't be fallin' overboard now." At these words, Kirik stood as well. "I will go with you." "No! No, no. That is unecessa-" "Silence. I can't have you stumbling drunkenly about in the dark, or falling into the water. All would be lost," he snapped, seemingly displeased with her refusal. Her eyes shot sparks at him as she distractedly ran a hand through her hair. Glancing down at Andi, she turned to regard Sway once more. "Look after her for me for a little while? Make sure no one," here, she flicked her gaze over towards Kael, "bothers her." Sway grinned and winked up at Anya, "Aye, I will. Ye've me word. Go on, get yer air." The captain flapped her hand at her in dismissal. Anya nodded, gave Kirik one last mistrustful glance, then began to make her way towards the door. The elder Feylak hung back for a second, watching her hips sway back and forth, before moving to follow her. She politely tried to move in between the tables and chairs of drunken men, when one noticed her passing by. The alcohol made him bold and he gave Anya's arse a sharp slap as she passed. The woman gasped, and whirled around immediately; rubbing at her back end. Kirik approached, his stride still casual, then paused to glance down at the man. The pirate peered blearily back up at him with a drunken grin plastered across his face. "She be taut, tight, n'tender, creature. Mayhaps ye'd consider passin' 'er around when yer done with 'er?" The elder Feylak didn't respond, earning raucous laughter from the pirate's group of chums. Across the room, Sway perked up and began to watch with growing curiosity. "Silence be consent!" The man shouted laughingly, this time slinging an arm around Anya's waist. Kirik's eyes narrowed as he followed the movement of the human's arm. A slight crease appeared in his brow. Outraged disgust welled up in Anya's chest. "Pig!" She cried. The alcohol fueled her anger; she jerked out of his grasp and slapped him as hard as she could. The room suddenly grew quiet again; many pairs of eyes had turned to watch the escalating scene with interest. "Ach! Bloody bitch!" He shouted, raising a hand to strike her back. Kirik's arm snaked forward and caught the man's hand in his own. The Feylak's eyes began to brighten as he stared down at the him. Slowly, he began to squeeze. Sounds of crackling and splintering were very loud in the omnious quiet. Then, the hapless pirate began to scream. Kirik did not let go. He increased the pressure, bit by bit. As he did, the man's shrieks grew in intensity and pitch until the elder Feylak thought his throat would rupture. Across the room, Kael crossed his arms, leaned back against the wall and grinned in appreciation. He rarely got to witness his brother teaching someone other than himself a harsh lesson; but when it did happen, it was always memorable. Sway widened her eyes but made no move to interfere; she'd already warned her men to keep their hands to themselves. Anya belonged to the creature, after all. It was not her place to intrude, even if it was an attack on one of her own. Anya's mouth dropped open in dismay. "Stop!" She cried. Kirik ignored her. His casual expression had finally melted into one of constrained fury. He squeezed even harder and lifted the shrieking man off the ground; leaving him to dangle in front of him helplessly. Blood began to drip from the Feylak's clenched fist and patter to the floor. "Stop! Please, stop! Kirik!" Anya screamed, latching onto his arm and attempting to pull it down. Again, it was like trying to move a stone statue. He didn't budge an inch. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Kirik released him. The pirate fell to the floor, moaning and clutching his wounded hand; if it could indeed even be called a hand anymore. It now more resembled butchered beef than a human appendage. What was left of his fingers now stuck out in impossible angles in all directions. The elder brother gazed down at him callously, upper lip curling in contempt. "Get out of my way." The panting, whimpering man immediately found the strength to scrabble back and cringe against the nearest wall. The entire room was a quiet as a crypt now. Without another word, Kirik grabbed the back of Anya's neck and led her out of the meal hall. When they were out of sight, Sway finally strode over and glared down at her injured crewman. "Didn't I warn ye? Ye colossal fucking idiot." She sighed, "Come on then, let's try an' get ye tended to." *** Kirik silently led Anya up the stairs and onto the main deck. As soon as there was enough room, the older sister broke free and darted away from him. When she was satisfied with the distance between them, she stopped and regarded him with huge, horrified eyes. In spite of everything, she'd almost forgotten his capacity for casual savagery. "How could you?" She whispered. "Easily enough. Your bone structure is very feeble." "That isn't what I mean and you know it! She shouted. "Watch your tone, woman," he warned. Anya's cheeks were flushed with self-righteous wrath, "I will not! What you did just now was terrible!" Kirik abruptly strode towards her, closing the gap between them with remarkable swiftness. His features were twisted in frustrated anger; and he took hold of her jaw once again, tightening his grip painfully. He leaned in close and studied her for a long while; so near, Anya could feel his breaths tickle her skin. Finally, after what seemed hours, he began to speak. "You are obstinate and headstrong. Just like your sister. The only difference is subtlety." "I hate you," she hissed, eyes full of defiant spite. For a moment, she thought he would strike her. But unexpectedly, he smiled. She felt his hand loosen until it was no longer painful and he started to caress her cheek. He came even closer, until his mouth was hovering mere inches from her ear. "I wonder," he whispered, "what you will do when I finally penetrate that strong will of yours, and bring it to a quivering end?" Anya gasped and jerked back; cheeks heating up with some strange emotion she was unable to define. His comment had thrown her completely off guard, and left her feeling vaguely threatened. She was unsure why, because his words didn't exactly invoke thoughts of pain. Watching him warily, Anya backed away until there was a comfortable distance between them once again. The night was quiet as death as they gazed at one another. A soft clearing of a throat broke whatever spell that held them. Both of their heads turned to find Horace watching them with a gleam in his eyes. "Excuse my interruption, but Anya is needed down below." "For what?" Kirik questioned. "I don't know. Sway requested that I fetch her." "Very well." The elder Feylak turned towards her. "You heard him, woman. Go." Grateful for the distraction, Anya scrambled towards the stairwell. She made sure to give Kirik a wide berth as she passed, tossing him one uncertain glance as she started down. Horace hung back and continued to watch the elder brother, a small smile playing across his features. "Leave me, old man." "'And lo, the beast looked upon the face of beauty, and beauty stayed his hand. And from that day forward, he was as one dead.'" Horace intoned softly. "What nonsense are you prattling on about now?" "Oh nothing. Just something I heard somewhere, sometime; in my many, many years of life. It seemed apt in this situation." Kirik turned away, upper lip lifting in a snarl, "Infuriating wretch." "My sincerest apologies, Elder. I will leave you now." The wizard bowed slightly, and began to descend after Anya. Kirik didn't offer a reply; only gazed out at the sea, thoughts troubled. After a few moments, snow began to fall.