*Dorian Whitehall*
I flexed my hand which was now suffering from stiffness due to me standing under the rain. I pulled my soaked cloak closer around me. "Meredith you coming", I looked at the pale plastered covered walls along the street that led away from the old cathedral type building that our escort had called, Talmir. It was run down and left in poor condition on the exterior. But inside it was much more lavish. Able to house all the Lords of the other Kingdoms. I took a step closer to the door. Hoping she'd exit in the immediate future.
"Dori", she quipped. "Yes", I replied my voice coming through rather frustrated. "Oh, nevermind", I heard her shuffle from the other side of the door. And I wondered what could she have been up to. As I was about to reply the door opened. She stepped out in a rather oversized dark brown cloak. Though her red hair still stuck out. "Your wearing a dress", I said pointing to where a light blue stuck out from beneath the cloak. She blushed, "oh, I guess I am. Silly me it'll probably get soaked".
"So", I asked trying to change the subject, "Where are we going?" She turned her gaze to me, "I must go shopping. There's nothing good back home, so I need to spend all my money. Like, all the best silks are shipped to here from Gulsanteer, and the spices from Rhakri, not to mention the clear smooth pearls from Ulkos". And on and on she went for ages, I never thought someone could speak for so long about stupid clothes and jewellery.
"Did you have to bring me", I sighed. "Oh, future hubby. I feel bad for you, you don't understand how much closer a bond we're going to get by doing this", she took a step infront of me and down onto the next step. "So let us be off. I have no more time to waste. After all you wasted my time, by making me get distracted thinking about everything I could buy". That wasn't me, that's her own stupid fault. Before I could respond, she was off the steps and walking away down the street that led away. This is going to be a long day. And to think.
After hours of walking through the streets that held stalls and buying herself new accessories. I held most if not all her clothes and jewellery. My legs were starting to fatigue and it felt like I was trudging through muck even though I was walking on cobblestone. Turning my gaze to her, I bit my lip, "You finished yet?" She smiled at me, her red hair sticking to her damp cheeks, as she blushed. "Nope", she said flatly. "Not even a little bit", I questioned. She shook her head, with a slight pout. Damn, if she wasn't so cute. "Well I guess I'll have to drop everything here, my arms are getting sore", I said almost too lightly and sarcastic. But that seemed to go over her head. She was quite short after all. Here in the middle of the busy market her face contorted from the cute pout of before, to an angry sneer. "Dori!, don't you dare drop my clothes they'll be ruined in the wet". That stupid nickname Dori, where the hell did she get that from. "Well it's already raining isn't it", I replied proudly. "Dumbass, I mean the pools on the ground", she pointed to the ground where water pooled in-between cracks in the cobblestone. I stepped closer to her, our faces were only inches apart, and I could see every detail, could feel every breath against my skin. "You take the clothes then", I shoved them at her. Her face widening as my forceful shove of so much clothes and jewellery nearly made her fall. "Fine I will, see how I care. Goodbye to you Dorian." And in her angry pout she turned heel and marched off the way we had arrived, through the crowds of people that covered the streets.
'See how I care', stupid spoiled red haired princess. She'll stumble into the cathedral, crying to her daddy. Then he'll send big brother Varyon after me. See I'll bash his big mouth too. And in my anger I marched in the opposite direction like a lost pup, looking for a fight.
Stupid, stupid girl. I'll definitely kick his ass or anyone else's.
After a while of wading through the crowds of people on the busy market street, my mind began to relax, and so I decided to be kind towards the princess that I didn't know what sort of feelings I felt for. I stopped and began to move back along the same street in the direction she left in. At this point the rain had stopped and I had discarded my cloak. I hoped Meredith had too so I could find her more easily.
After sometime further, which felt like an age. I spotted the annoying ensnarement. Meredith, I wondered. What was that idiot doing peeping around a corner like a fool. Just as I was about to get her, she began to move into the alley. "No you don't!", I shot after her, my hand gripping her shoulder and yanking her back. My confusion rose further when her finger landed on my lips. "Shut up, see", she pointed around the corner. Only then did I realise where we were, in my search for her I had stumbled off the market street and onto some old dirt alley that was surrounded by old and mossed covered walls, that were at least two metres high and had plaster peeling off them. In the lane around the corner it was even more bleak, with some crates scattered about and dusk was taking hold.
But in the far off end I could barely make out a scene unfolding. "Take your gown off", a man snapped drunk with lust, another landed a kick on the poor woman who flinched as she was pinned in. I counted about six men around her, all drunk and wearing poor attire. She was half naked, blood ran down her face and she had a nasty cut in her side. It was a gruesome sight. "We must do something, Dorian", Meredith said her voice strucken with sadness. "I-.....", I stopped, I knew that voice. Who's was it. "I said let her be, Seb", a tired voice spoke more agitated with the woman than the men. It was far told old sounding of voice than a man would have if they were young. But..., Davyn was different. More experienced, a better fighter, taller, prettier, older. You name it, he was better than me in every way. But for some odd reason here he stood, not an ounce of sympathy for a woman who could have been defiled if he hadn't interjected. "You should be ashamed, have you no self restraint. People may wish for all they want, but that doesn't give them the right to attack an innocent woman. So... my humble men. Will you be gone. I must tend to this woman", a sneer cut across his face as his eyes gently flickered to mine. He drew his blade in a flash, pining the man known as Seb to the damp wall of the lane. "Or does one wish to be gutted like a pig", his tongue lolled out and he slowly laughed a dry and sickening laugh, the men more frightened than anyone i had seen before even more than a person i had seen at a hanging, quickly ran stumbling, causing dust to fly up and cover Davyn. Once i saw him again, his blade was sheathed and he was helping the woman up.
"Thank you", she said with an apprehensive look. "So what were you trying to pull, lure them in. Kill them, drink their blood, your a basilisk I presume. Though no basilisk thinks like you", he responded. As she looked abashed. "How dare you", her voice rising in anger. "Don't hide it, I know. I guess I have this feeling. It's like a sixth sense, it allows me to sense peoples emotions and I know how they differ, you weren't scared. You merely put on an act, any man that gets too close will be killed. Thats why I left those two watching us", he briefly pointed to me and Meredith, I was frozen in fear. What was happening, who was he, what was she. My mind ran but my eyes stayed glued to them.
"Now, tell me or don't. The choice is yours. Just know, I know and I couldn't really care", Davyn looked down at her, she relaxed, the tension left and she began to stand up. But as she did her body changed. I previously believed her to be no taller than Meredith. But now to my dismay she stood just shy of Davyn, which would have been taller than me. She didn't look older than him maybe older than me but not him. Her hair was a silky white, kind of like the hair of House Riage of old but snow white, no more white, unnaturally white, too white. Whatever sort of garments she wore before were discarded and she wore a tight black three piece suit of armour with two black horns of a dragon protruding forward out of her hair and curling slightly up at the ends. Her skin, a pale ivory. Curling up along her arms ran a seem of black runic tattoos, that also made me think she wasn't as free as she might exude.
She conjured a reflectionless black blade that stood attentively at her side. Pressing it forward, with little trouble she pinned Davyn to the wall, "if you weren't necessary to my father's wishes. I would kill you right here, Lord Ryle. Viserion deems you worthy for some reason. Look at that expression. You look interested. Yes Davyn, I am a daughter of an apostle". Davyn's eyes widened, not in fear but with a belief of intrigue. He didn't dare speak. My gaze lowered to Meredith. This would have actually looked quite funny, if I was a passer by but come to think of it, wouldn't everything. "Dorian", she murmured. "I don't know what to do", I whispered back. "Just don't die and don't lose your cool", I said looking straight at Davyn. "What do I call you?", he managed to say, still struggling against the force of her power. "Cvaenor", she said unyielding and plainly. Cvaenor isn't a common name. Never even heard anything like it. "Hmm, your blade is black, your horns are like a dragons, your definitely not a Rhakr, so what are you?, could you be a God. Or an ancient race. Like I'd know if there's any. But I have heard beyond the Varagan Empire, and through the few people that ever passed by the Wyvern fog and returned, that there is cities as high as the clouds as vast as the rivers and as rich as the meadows. You wouldn't happen to come from there?", he asked tilting his head to get a better view of her. She shuck her head, "No, I come from a land much closer to you, so I'd be more careful if I was you. The world is a much more intricate place Davyn Ryle, people come and go but ideology, ethnicity and belief in a being of supreme power remain, many people will come to a conclusion that there is no power. But in your eyes you've witnessed a power that may be similar to the twelve apostles, be it on a much weaker level. You won't need a flimsy sword. You'll need mana, magic, ki whatever people call, you need it, you must learn Davyn", she looked at Davyn more intently, her voice raw and seductive. Maybe she wanted to fuck him, I know I'd want to fuck her if I was him. Meredith elbowed me, as if knowing what I was thinking, with her cheeks red and hair stuck to them, she mouthed three words that left me weak in the knees. I'll kill you. My cheeks went bright pink. I looked back up to where Davyn and the Goddess was. But all I saw was Davyn, hunched over on the ground coughing.
*Davyn Ryle*
"Really, I need mana?", I laughed, a hoarse tired voice. What a load of bullshit. Cvaenor, is a person. She thinks by using me, by making me play her fucking game. Making me run around like a mouse trying to find the cheese that I'll....., just automatically believe in whatever. Believe she can control me. I clenched my hands in the muddy lane. I'll forget about it, I'll prepare for the tourney and the war, I looked towards Dorian and the red haired girl. But they were gone. No wonder any sane person would shit themselves. But here I am thinking of defying a Goddess. What if I told Conrad. No he wouldn't believe me. And was is she referring to the twelve apostles, she isn't one of them. Is she one? No.... No she couldn't be after all she said she was the daughter of Viserion, and he is an Apostle.
I laid back against the damp lightly plastered wall running my fingers through my hair. I took a deep breath out. I'm a fool more than anything. And I know I won't stop being one anytime soon. After all it's probably just a joke, why did she talk so fast. What do I do, other than forget about it. As she said I would need mana and I don't have it. So I guess I better go back to the Cathedral.
Those little whiny good for nothing, excuses of men, probably told Lord Bryn I ruined their fun. I'll ruin their fucking chin next time, when I'll dislocate it.