Chapter 6 - Abel
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We walk through the doorway, and surprisingly enough, the room is pristine. Compared to the rest of the Office, this area is considered heaven, and out there is hell. "I'm not sure why it's so clean and alive in this room, but the entrance is the exact opposite. Besides the couch blocking the door and this lone set of keys hanging on one of the pegs on the wall, I see nothing else useful to us." Tre shrugs his shoulders and grabs the keys, speeding back towards the entrance. I did not hesitate to follow and shut the door behind us. "Yo, dude! Wait up; I don't want to be the latest victim of Dale & Tina's RV Campground, where "We Treat Our Guests As Family."
I finally reach the entrance to head out and see Tre standing out front, just looking at the sky. "Hey man, you ready to go? We should get some rest before—". He lets go of the keys, and they hit the gravel lying next to his right foot. I nudge Tre, then pick up the keys, wondering why we aren't getting as far away from that building they call the Front Office. I look over at him and decide to follow suit; at first, I can't make out whatever rattled him. "Tre? I'm not sure what you are looking at, but we should head over to our—"Out of the corner of my eye, a grayish-white flash illuminated my peripherals, and slowly, I turn towards the light, then drop the keys.
I realize everything Tre explained earlier had to be 100% true… In the light, I don't have to squint, nor do I feel any strain in my eyes or a blur in vision. All around us, the Campground's electricity comes alive; as the light approaches us, the lightbulbs begin to pop one by one until there is a surge of energy. The force of the shockwave throws me at least 20 feet back into the Office, but this time, I enter through one of the windows. I become one with the counter, take a few minutes to get up, and then shake the glass off my clothes. I see no sign of Tre; I rush outside and find him unconscious with a piece of wood sticking out of his left shoulder. I shake him as hard as I can, screaming at the top of my lungs with no response.
My instincts take over, and I pick up Tre; I run as fast I can while carrying him, and as soon as I pass the edge of the Office building, another shockwave sends us barreling toward the first cabin. Fortunately, Tre rolls underneath the cabin and out of sight, possibly away from any more danger. I catapult into a few electrical boxes; I sit up, but this time, I don't recover fast enough, and a wave of pain goes shooting through my right arm, then my shoulder. I reach over with my left arm; first, I feel some rod, and this is when I feel the shock of electricity run through my body. Strange enough, I don't feel weaker or in pain… just different.
I hear Tre groaning under the cabin, and then, out of nowhere, someone pushes the rod deeper into my shoulder and proceeds to rip the rod out from my arm. I have no clue what this thing is, but it begins to descend and lands on the ground. The size of this thing has to be around 8 feet tall with a muscular build that would make Arnold Schwarzenegger look miniscule in comparison, and I'm talking about his bodybuilding era. I can offer zero references to describe an image of this magnitude because crossing paths with a creature so terrifying would scar you for life. I am talking about a type of trauma that even David Goggins couldn't overcome.
This creature went from standing on two limbs to transitioning to four, crunching the gravel underneath its four paws. On its back, I see two golden spears with a black glossy tip, but one is still painted with blood, which I can safely assume is mine. As it slowly creeps toward Tre, another burst of energy runs through my body. I start seeing a light purple aura around my hands, with sparks crackling on my fingertips as they zip from one finger to the next, forming a cross over each palm. I stay pinned to the electrical boxes, grabbing the spear with my left hand and pulling.
As the pain becomes more excruciating, I continue tearing my shoulder apart inch by inch until the spear is entirely out now. At this point, the creature is a few yards away from Tre; at any minute, it would have him in its grasp, and whatever follows may take both of our lives. I manage to stand on my two feet, stumbling forward, lopsided, leaning to the right with blood running from my shoulder to my arm, trickling down my hand. I turn and bend over to pick up the spear; I genuinely believe my human strength is not enough to hold and then carry.
Now, my heart drops; I hear Tre struggle. I hope the small opening he flew into would be enough to stop the creature, but then there is the sound of claws tearing through a lattice fence that shelters him. As the splinters fly my way, I move closer and closer, dragging the spear behind me. The weight of it seems to be getting heavier and heavier with each step. I feel the warm drops of blood continuing to run one by one; my shoe begins to soak, then collect each drop, seeping into the tan cotton material. The rest make a trail; when the police arrive, they can track us down solely by following the red path tethered to my fading life source.
The creature crawls through what used to be a fence, then grabs Tre by the leg, kicking and grunting; he yells, "Get off me!!". I can barely get a word out, so instead, I use the last of my energy to lift the spear with both hands. The entire right side of my body burns, and I feel my muscles tearing apart, one fiber at a time. Inhale… Exhale, Inhale… Exhale, each breath feels like it'll probably be my last. Despite the previous several hours of bewilderment and the fantastical nightmare of a situation, I can bet my life on one truth: Tre saved my life. The rest of the tale is a subject for another time, but at this moment, his sacrifice and pure selflessness remind me of who and what Arther was. The familial presence is protective and unconditional love for someone you care for or can't live without.
Clarity washes over me; I understand what I must do. "Hey! Ugly! My goodness, you smell worse than the Front Office. I'm unsure if I should be impressed or repulsed, maybe both. Either way, You left your spear, and apart from the pain, you've really pissed me off. Why don't you come my way so we can handle this as a couple of pacifists would." The creature had Tre in his hands, ready to rip him to shreds, but at that moment, whatever I said struck a chord, and in the worst way possible, he chucks Tre aside. It begins to move towards me with ease; I can hear his paws crunching on top of the gravel, making the tiny rocks shift with every step. "You must be stupid or have a death wish. I'm assuming both." The creature speaks; it sounds male; his voice is raspy and filled with darkness, an unsettling and cringe-worthy tone that makes my entire body shiver from head to toe.
"I know you… Sons of Electi, the chosen. Your existence is blasphemous! Every breath you take insults those who've come before you. I told Master he's been too generous, but he kept saying, the timing isn't right; we need them alive just a bit longer." "Your master sounds quite reasonable with his whole plan in keeping us alive," I said. Hoping the creature might come to his senses, which he didn't. "Foolish boy! You know nothing. We are the ones who took everything away from you and everyone you loved. We were the force behind those accidents that claimed the lives of your parents and uncle. These tragedies were not coincidental; they were manufactured and executed perfectly. I led all three expeditions, and it was a pleasure to watch them each fade away. I enjoyed every second, especially knowing the despair that would encapsulate your entire life from that moment onward." "You Freak!! You stupid beast!! Come over here so we can end this. It will either be you or me digging a grave for the other; quit wasting my time so I can rearrange your face. Trust me, you'll look a lot prettier afterward." The creature snarled, flexing its upper body, making himself look two times the size he just was.
"Is that a threat?" He smiles, amused by my blind courage and willful ignorance of what will happen next. His back two paws dig into the gravel, and his form reminded me of one of those Olympic sprinters, waiting for the sound of a gunshot to set them free. "Enough," I said. I dig my shoes into the gravel and hold up the top half of the spear at a 45-degree angle. Praying to the Gods, any god willing to listen, asking them to have mercy on my soul and help save and protect Tre after this deathmatch is over. The creature and I lock eyes, waiting for the other to make a move, surrendering themselves to the interwoven strings of fate. "Savor those last few breaths, Son of Electi. My name is Serverus, Son of the Unclaimed and the right hand of King Plaga" In a dash, almost at the speed of light, the creature tears through the air, lunging at me with all its might. The last thought I have before closing my eyes is, "I'm so dead."
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Chapter 7 - Abel
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How brilliant of me to close my eyes as I face Serverus, the creature almost triple my size and so terrifying that old nightmares seem like some of the fondest dreams I've ever had. The gods must have answered my prayers because when I open my eyes, his claws are inches away from my neck, ready to slash my throat, then shred the rest of my body into itty bitty pieces, giving him all the satisfaction he desires. Strangely enough, Serverus is barely moving, as if frozen in time. Before making any moves, I analyzed his face with excruciating detail.
He has a wide grin, gums as black as night, and teeth as sharp and shiny as a scalpel. The gray part of his eyes surrounds the red pupils with a light blue iris in the middle. It's hard to look away momentarily; I lose my current thoughts entirely. Next, I notice his palms have several wrinkles from years, maybe hundreds of years, leaving trails of the body behind. I look at his muscles rippling from the wrist to his shoulders. As I begin to examine the rest of his body, I feel a sharp pain from two of his five claws reaching my neck. I pull away, forcing myself to come back to the present.
As I feel the rest of his claws entering deeper, piercing my throat. I look down at the spear, Serverus's golden spear, to be exact, which, if I make it out of this alive, will make the victory that much sweeter. Grayish-white sparks collect and form an aura of energy around my hands; then, I see the tip of the spear glow. I feel the same energy flowing through my body from head to toe, reminding me of when I felt pinned against those electrical boxes again. I guess the rod must be charging up because the metal is getting hotter and hotter, where my hands maintain their grip. Now, the rod continues to glow brighter and brighter, resembling the color of molten lava, an orangish red with speckles of black popping from the surface. I can't tell why or how I knew to thrust the spear into Serverus's chest, aiming for his heart, wondering if he even had one.
The tip of my spear collides, and then I twist the rod as it runs through his chest. A pulse of energy flows through me and up the spear. The energy goes into Serverus, and then time reverts back into its original state; I see bewildering and fearful expressions as if our fates were set in stone long ago and someone had just flipped the script. As he steps backward, I can smell the hair on his body singe; the grayish-white sparks dancing around him, and a hole in his chest where a golden spear should be. Serverus falls to his knees, looking down at what used to be his chest, grunting and wheezing as he inhales and exhales. His upper body begins to give out, gravity pulls him to the ground, and he extends his arms with his front paws, keeping him from traveling headfirst into the gravel. He starts panting and continues to try to catch his breath. "How? Th-This can't be… I haven't seen this kind of… power in ages" Serverus takes one last look at me; remember my words ?… "There. Can. Only. Be. One."
Shortly after his ominously cryptic message, roots came out of the ground through the gravel, and the earth swallowed Serverus. In my peripheral, Tre slowly gets up; I can hear his foot dragging through the gravel. By the time he gets to me, I collapse, gazing at the Stars under the moonlight. For some reason, the night sky looks different tonight, or maybe I feel different. I may not be able to accept everything that has occurred in the last 6 hours, but at the very least, I gained a new perspective. "Now, I know my parents and Arther's death wasn't an accident caused by coincidence; I don't believe the universe itself was conspiring against me any longer. There is more than what meets the eye; nothing and no one will continue to hide the truth. I must learn to accept reality and face it head-on. From this moment, I vow to dedicate my entire existence to figuring out who I am, what planned this, and why." My vision becomes blurred; every breath feels like I barely get enough oxygen. Before I realize what comes next, my vision's outer edges get darker until the darkness consumes the stars and the night sky. I slowly close my eyes; then I take in one last breath before going unconscious.
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Chapter 8 - Tre
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"Abel… Abel!!" I limp as fast as a human werewolf vampire hybrid can, with the cuts, bruises, and broken ribs making every breath more painful than the last. For a moment, before I get to Abel, I take a minute to reflect on the fear and gravity of the situation after Serverus got his ancient cheeks— butt cheeks—clapped, then sent back to the ancient's realm. I really hate that place; it reeks of privilege and expired traditions reinforced year after year after hundreds of years by the same old dudes in cliche cloaks, long gray beards, and a baldness that" just won't quit" as they spit out modern lingo trying to make themselves seem "cooler." As I finish my minor rant, I walk over to the fresh pile of soil with a tiny silver sprout. I pluck it from the ground if Abel's wounds don't heal fast enough; the healing properties of Argenti Sana will do the trick with some days of rest.
As I turn around, I feel a chill running up my spine; the air gets much colder than it was a second ago, and who I fear most appears. "Tre, Tre, Tre…" The illuminated figure speaks and holds up his right hand; out of the four fingers, he only leaves his index figure up, pointing towards the night sky. He begins to shake his head and finger at me, going back and forth from left to right. "My child, my child. Are you really surprised that Serverus would show up tonight? Well, you should not have been!! This counsel has warned you time and time again about interfering with the will of the Gods!" I hate the way he talks to me, no questions about my reasoning or my beliefs. He always puts words in my mouth, goes back to "his" council, then gossips to those dusty pals about how I cower underneath his presence that I AM an abomination.
"We have done so much for you and that family of yours who do not want you—"I can't bear to hear any more of this nonsense. "Domini! You and my family offer me nothing!! What have you truly done for me?! Everything… Literally, everything I have done over the years has been for the benefit of your council, and those people you call "my family" have chosen time and time again to disown me; the day those people sold me… They. sold. me. Whatever connection we had is gone, reduced to ash; the blood running through my veins is the only link we will ever have." Domini rolls his eyes while laughing at me. I clench my fist so hard my nails dig deep into my palms. "Drama. Drama. Drama. Why are you soooo dramatic? You act like I'm fond of you as if I care about any of your family history or those pitiful feelings of yours."
Now my jaw follows suit, clenching with such force I swear my teeth might shatter. Domini kept speaking his nonsense, so I tuned him out; ancients like him tend to want to hear themselves much more than anything or anyone else. What do you expect from a being thousands of years older than me? I wouldn't be surprised when he bent over; there would be a sizeable rotting broomstick shoved up his butt. Though it would be funny, I hope that day never comes; I'd rather not add to my current level of PTSD. Joking aside, I need to go check on Abel; I doubt he'll be awake anytime soon; his external injuries are one thing, but I prefer not imagining what his internal injuries must be like.
I start tuning back in, instantly regretting my decision as I listen to Domini continuing "our" conversation. "I think—"Hopefully, interrupting him for the last time. "Okay, Domini, get on with it. My friend over here is in bad condition, and I'd love to continue chatting with you, but—"He raises his thin four-fingered hands, reaches into his cloak, and pulls out a notebook, which baffles me because there are no pockets in that cloak. Any magician pulling rabbits out of hats would be envious of the kind of trickery or illusion the ancient was casting. "Man, I completely forget what I am supposed to warn you about…" Domini begins flipping through his notebook, going from one page to the next.
Finally, a few moments later, he speaks, but after listening to him hum, Staying Alive by Bee Gees, which has to be the most inappropriate song to hum while my friend is dying yards away from me. "Ahhhh, here we go!!" Domini grins. "A message to Vincent, Son of Praelectus—"I shake my head, then remind him. "It's Tre, Domini. You know this." His eyes widen, "Okay, Vincent, Son of Praelectus—"I roll my eyes this time, but stay quiet because… why bother with this old fart. "—I, Domini, Son of The Ancients, am brought here today to deliver a message for you and Abel, Son of Electi." He takes a long pause for dramatic effect, which he does EVERY TIME. As I roll my eyes, Domini continues with his "great reveal."
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Two Sons born from the same womb.
Unclaimed, but not yet Deserted.
Each will be crowned king.
Both will be overthrown.
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One will flee by choice.
The other shall flee by force.
Neither can succeed without the other.
If one perishes, so will the fate of all realms.
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Chapter 9 - Abel
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I wake up with Tre over me applying some kind of ointment on all my wounds. Whatever it is, it smells like Lavender, which always calms me down, soothing my anxiety. As far as I could tell, before passing out, I broke some ribs, got a hole in my right arm and shoulder, and I have a feeling Serverus slit and dislodged my throat, so I felt like there was absolutely no way I wasn't officially gone. Surprisingly, I can breathe as I always have, but with a subtle amount of pain coming through with every breath. I place my hands on my next, and there isn't any torn flesh, not even a bandage, but I do feel the marks from where Serverus and his claws got way too intimate with my throat. I place my hands under my sternum, with a subtle amount of pain radiating from the left side of my ribs when pressure is applied.
"Quit moving, Abel; I am almost done applying Argenti Sana to your wounds. This type of flower is scarce, so any amount we can save for the future would be ideal, possibly lifesaving." I don't know what Argenti Sana is, maybe an herb, but I'm getting the impression I would not be here without it or Tre, especially his knowledge and experience in the matter. As I continue to lie here, waiting for him to finish the treatment, I couldn't help about the last 24 hours. I mean, I was rescued from a Laboratory where I am pretty sure now they were attempting to dissect me; A random beast named Serverus almost killed Tre and me, so we barely escaped death there. Lastly, the power, the surge of energy I felt when pinned, then the faceoff; The same power ran through my body while time slowed down, which I can't explain. Serverus's words keep going around my head like getting stuck in a revolving door," I haven't seen this kind of… power in ages".
"You're all good now. I'm sure you have questions, but I don't have enough answers or any really to give you at the moment. This is a first for me…" I get up from the wooden table in the kitchen/dining room of a cabin while holding the left side of my ribs, doing my best to dull the pain. I want to know more and figure out what's happening to me, but I can tell Tre needs rest; I'm not sure how long I've been out and his lack of sleep since. The dark circles under his eyes are a telltale sign, "I'll be okay, why don't you go get some rest?" Tre nods his head, then pats me on the shoulder. "Thanks, man; I haven't slept for the last 48 hours, and I'm spent. We'll both need all the strength we can get… I'm reluctant, but I can't think of another place or how to keep either of us safe. We are heading to Portum to meet Vates. She has the answers to some of our questions." I stay quiet. Nodding while smiling to show acknowledgment and some semblance of gratitude.
Some hours later, Tre opens the door, walks out of the bedroom in new clothes, and throws a backpack my way. He throws a change of clothes as they fly through the air, smacking me in the face. I lose my balance, but fortunately, with the help of gravity, the hardwood floor catches me with a cold embrace only a cabin in the woods can provide. "Bullseye!" I can't help but laugh. I lift myself, then do a few push-ups to mask a slightly embarrassing moment. "Nnniccce Recovery. Truly Convincing. Go get changed, man. Let's hit the road. It will take a few days, and I don't want to take the shortcut… you might not make it if we do that." My left eye twitches, and a massive lump forms in my throat; I take on a painful gulp, then turn 180 degrees, slowly stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door.
We leave the cabin, and I take a few steps, then look up to see if the world feels any different than it did yesterday. It's dusk out, and the sky has an orange-yellow tint with a light blend of purple and pink as if trying to be aesthetically pleasing. The world hasn't changed, and the air still smells the same; on any other given day, I wouldn't care enough to notice, but today is unlike any other. As I walk closer to the entrance with Tre leading the way, I see all the debris that makes the RV Campground look like an EF Zero tornado passed through it; several drops and splashes of blood staining the gravel everywhere in sight. This reinstilled the forgot for a few moments, a confirmation from the night before. Tre doesn't seem phased or triggered by any part of this unnatural scene, which gives me comfort.
After a few hours of walking in the forest, in the dark and with the dimmest flashlight I've ever had the displeasure of hitchhiking with. "Hey, Tre. Thank you for everything back—"He stops me mid-sentence, moving forward without turning around. "You're welcome, but you don't have to thank me for last night… I should be thanking you. I was as good as dead, and you were willing to sacrifice yourself to give me time to make a run for it… Your type of selflessness and raw power was unlike anything I've seen. It was unfathomably stupid but just as courageous. At that moment, I felt I was important to somebody, and as soon as I recognized that… I almost lost you. I almost lost a brother. Family is a word I haven't used in years, much less thought about. I'm more than grateful to have met you… One day, I'll return the favor." Though I can't see his face, Tre lifts his arms and wipes away the tears rolling down his face.
We keep walking through the forest for what seems like days; the only sounds I can hear are the twigs snapping underneath our feet, the wind rustling the leaves in large trees, and dry leaves that continue their relentless assault on my face. "Why are we taking the "scenic" route? You know, we have these nice things called roads, and even though the lighting would be the same, it'd be less creepy than being surrounded by darkness that has no bounds." He chuckles, then turns around for the first time, smiling. "I know it's an odd choice, but this provides us an advantage against anything like Serverus heads our way. Some of my senses heighten whenever I'm surrounded by nature. I am able to hear better, see better, and even smell better. This is our best move for the time being because I'm still not sure what elements increase your strengths yet and what weaknesses you have in different climates and environments.”
"Sooooo, you're like the Greek God, Artemis??" Tre tilted his head to the left, then burst out laughing. "Yeah, except I'm a guy, and I'm definitely not Greek!" I start laughing hysterically, too. I feel a few tears roll down my cheeks, I double over, painful ribs and all. I forgot how much I miss laughing to the point where my stomach cramps up and I can hardly breathe… this reminds me of the joy I've been suppressing over the years. "Man, I needed that…" Tre doing his best to catch his breath. "Alright, let's set up camp just a few paces ahead." I slightly tilt my head to the right. "I'm exhausted, but I don't want to get jumped by a hairier version, a super hairier version of a descendant of David Hasselhoff."
He smirks before answering, "Everything we need is in our bags except for protection, which I've already handled. Just make sure when you do your business out in the woods you don't wander too far…" My bladder immediately tightens up, and for a moment, I begin to wonder whether I should relieve myself here and now or wait until morning. "Uhhh, why?" "For the last couple of hours, we've been followed by a pack of wolves. As part of my powers, I can summon animals inhabiting an area. Sometimes, animals will just follow and offer protection. I don't always have to call upon them, but when I do, they stay as long as I need them until I break past a certain barrier once leaving the woods or any area birthed by nature." For the first time, I look around us and see multiple pairs of fiery white glowing eyes; each pair with such intensity I feel more like their next meal, not really getting those amigo vibes.
After we set the tent, we built ourselves a fire and ate a couple of hotdogs with some delicious smores for dessert. I walk inside the tent and enter my sleeping bag, pulling a fur felt over me; thank god almighty, it didn't come from wolves. My luck, it would have been made by skinning a friend or, worse, a distant relative. I'd be the prime suspect and the perfect candidate for a lovely platter of vengeance with a side of wolfy vindication. Before a quick prayer, I lay my head on the most comfortable and possibly the hardest rock on earth or perhaps existence. I close my eyes and carefully listen to the crackling of the fire, crickets chirping, the creaky branches swaying with the wind, and the howling of wolves because… why not? There’s no way I won’t have nightmares tonight.
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Chapter 10 - Tre
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Staring down at the fires as I tend to it, I turn around and look at the front of the tent. I make sure Abel closes the opening. "Hey, Abel… Abel…” No response, but I hear him start to snore lightly after ten minutes, so I wait another five minutes to ensure the coast is clear. "You can come out now, Luna… Abel's asleep." I poke and prod the glowing embers, seeing tiny sparks go upwards and hear dry wood popping as they travel into the night sky. I wait for a few minutes, then after another ten to fifteen minutes pass, and as I raise my head, I see her appear across from me. Luna smiles, sits on a log, and then places her hands over the fire. "I'm happy you called. It's been a while since I last saw you… how are you holding up these days?" I set down the branch I am using as a fire poker, placing my hands over my face, hoping to wipe my memory from the last several hours of traveling through the forest.
I scratch the side of my neck before answering. "Not well…" Luna looks at me with concern and pity. She can relate; her life is more dangerous than mine ever was. Over the last 150 years, most of her time has been spent fighting and surviving encounters with all kinds of beasts, creatures, ancients, and even mortals. "Sometimes words aren't enough for a situation of this magnitude, especially when the ancients appear, revealing the first prophecy in over 250 years. For the time being, fill me in and make time to continue processing the last few days. We may be able to learn something vital aiding us on our journey." I nod slowly. "Seems like that's going to be the easy part. We must figure out Abel's role and his connection with the prophecy. After our encounter with Serverus, he could withstand such extensive damage to his body, reducing Serverus to a pile of ashes… I've never seen or heard of a being expelling this amount of energy in any of the five realms, let alone survive after killing an ancient.” Luna’s eyes fell straight to the ground with a thousand-yard stare.
It’s not like Luna to be speechless or dissociate; her reaction to almost everything is usually a casual shrug, then an “okay.” She’s never been one from dramatics, but I’m comforted by the silence; for once, there wasn’t an easy fix, some plan that could be drawn up in a fraction of a second. This made her seem mortal; Luna is the oldest Huntress I know; if she doesn’t know where to begin, then maybe the ones chasing us are on the same wavelength. “Luna… what’s on your mind? You are NEVER this silent.” Probably not the best time to say or put an emphasis on “NEVER.” Luna snaps back to reality. “Uhhh, NEVER this silent… Are you saying I talk too much?” It wasn’t my finest moment, but here we are. “A—Absolutely, not… maybe a little. Don’t punch—“ She walks over, sits down, smiles, then, as expected, throws a couple of jabs, and my arm goes numb.
“Besides assaulting me, what’re we going to do?” I rub my right arm, hoping some sensation comes flooding back. “I—I’m not sure what we can do… this is uncharted territory. Most of the beings who lived during a time when this could have happened are long gone or in hiding. If Abel defeated Serverus the way you claim, our most pressing problem is making sure he fights with us and NOT with them.” She looks over at the tent before continuing her explanation. “Abel may be… he may be what the ancients call, Cor. The harbinger of Life and Death. All I know for certain is that this being will have the power to destroy realms, any realm. He must be trained to control his powers before they control him.”
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Now, I was uncomfortable; I clearly see why PURA kidnapped Abel and was ready to dissect and then drain the blood from his entire body. The torn pages left on Ava’s clipboard revealed only that information, but it confirmed some of Luna’s hypotheses. “You are on to something. I rescued Abel from a laboratory two days ago, and he was taken by the PURA. I took out a few of their guards and one of the doctors performing the examination, but Ava and the other doctor got away.” Luna places her left hand on her wrist, rubbing while squeezing back and forth. “The Caligo’s must know who he is and what Abel is capable of. If my assumptions are true, then the PURA will never stop at nothing to hunt and enslave him for the rest of eternity, siphoning his powers until he’s withered, turned into ash, then be scattered to the four winds of the Earth…” All of sudden as if on queue, silence fell upon us. The insects stopped chirping, the branches stopped creaking, then a gust of wind roared through the forest and the campfire blew out.
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