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Chapter Eight: An Enemy and an Ally

Chapter Eight: An Enemy and an Ally

hello! I started up another fiction because I had this flash of inspiration, and just had to write it down. this new story probably won´t last long, so this remains my main fiction. my second fiction is The Resolution. Without further ado, here´s a new chapter!

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¨Mistress¨ POV.

After he fell asleep I quickly exited my room, and asked a servant to bring him in from outside. I would need to see him personally to determine whether or not he was a boon, or a threat.

I navigated through my ¨house,¨ although the term ¨Glorified Hut¨ might be more appropriate. While I did so, my summoned servant brought in the man my lieutenant had brought in, I could tell he was rather wiry, emaciated and in poor health, but still very strong of mind. Most people in his state would have long exhausted their mental strength. That´s good, if he should prove an ally.

¨Jori, send three regiments of Haldir and one squad of Jerin to fight a series of delaying actions on the Bloody Hand´s caravan. I will join them as soon as I figure out who this man is, and if he poses a threat.¨ I relayed to one of my lieutenants. ¨This is not a drill.¨

I felt him respond before I severed the connection ¨It shall be done, your highness.¨

I immediately brought a portion of my wrath down on him. ¨How many times must I tell you that I hate that term,¨ I asked him. ¨Now carry out your tasks¨

¨it shall be done, Vel´Nukimia.¨ he messaged back, and I could imagine him bowing with his arm across his chest.

Now that the intruder was delayed, I could attend to the matter at hand. Quickly crossing the room, I opened the door to the scrying room, where I had instructed my servant to leave the man. The first thing I ¨saw¨ when I opened the door, was his supine body, laid on the scrying bier, and the claw-like hand that formed the end of his right arm. The loss of his fingers appeared to be from frostbite, but I couldn`t Tell precisely what severed his digits. No matter, Time to beginwith the spell.

Fear is tough,

but my love is a lantern,

shining up like,

coins in a fountain.

Hope is a tree,

 sitting on a mountain

where the grass don´t grow

There is a sad old sea,

But my love is an island,

Wild and free like

hills in the highlands.

Is it a breeze

 that brings me back to dryland

where the flowers grow?

And love is the pain in People,

And love is the last unicorn,

And love is the only song I sing

If hate is poison and 

Love is the remedy 

singin´ out like

sweetest of melodies.

Hope is a ghost in the

deepest of memories.

Stronger than it´s enemy,

 fear is the enemy.

In the dark in creeps like a shark

in the coldest, deepest part.

Hope is the beat 

in the oldest heart,

hand in hand

and love in a star.

Hope is a fireside

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Warm on the 

coldest of nights.

Love is the only song I sing.

All night.

Love is the truest of words,

and love is the last winter bird,

and love is the only song I sing,

ohh I sing 

till I can´t sing no more.

ohhh! I sing till my throat is sore

Umm, Hmmmm....

Finishing my song, I lean forward, and dive into my subject´s mind.

I´m in a cave, a dark space that sucks in all light and even drains some of my power. I won´t be able to fight effectiveley here, better make this quick.

¨And what exactly will you make quick?¨came a voice from behind ¨I don´t think my master was had sufficient knowledge to come here?¨ I whipped around, and came face to face with a creature of amazing feline beauty, the tracing of her muscles beneath her layer of fur and the eyes that spoke of loss and regret, while her posture seemed to say ´I have lost the only one I could trust, can you say the same?´ She stood up, stretched, and walked over to me while I simply stood still, knowing that in her realm, she could do with me as she wished, and one wrong move meant insanity. ¨Why are you here, if you are looking for secrets than get out now,¨ she said in a warm tone that did nothing to mask the threat lying underneath.

¨I seek to discern if this person is an enemy or ally of my people.¨ I said, choosing my words with extreme caution, ready to cancel my spell at the slightest threat.

¨My `partner´ is no friend of your enemies, but he is not your ally either.¨ came an unexpected response from the big cat crouched in front of me .

¨I see, then I will leave you and bring your other half back to the land of waking.¨ I responded, and cancelled my diving spell.

Sitting on a chair before that man, who I now knew to be the enemy of my enemy, I was unsure whether or not to restore him to wakefulness. While he certainly wouldn´t be going directly against us, he might sabotage our plans somehow. Sighing, I put my head in my hands and ¨saw¨ his back, and the mark there. That´s when I realized that he was my ally, but not my people´s friend. Lifting my head, I released the spell holding him unconscious, and as I did so, I touched his power, it was a vast endless void of life, one that birthed life, but could not sustain it, constantly in opposition with itself and shrouded in perpetual gloom. It contained the ease of mind that came with travel.  In addition to the intensity of battle. it was diametrically opposed to itself, and held naught but a single gift.

M.C.´s P.O.V.

The first thing I noticed when I regained consciousness was that I wasn´t outside anymore. The next was the woman with the eye-patch sitting on a nearby stool, She had a scar over her left eye, forming a cross with her eye-patch, hair as dark as midnight. She was garbed in a simple woolen tunic, with an arm-guard on her right arm and a rather functional pair of boots that appeared to be leather.

*You´re awake,* said a voice in my mind, *follow me, and do not touch anything I do.* with that, she turned and left the room through a previously unnoticed door. If she was the one who knocked me out earlier, than I should follow her. I´d never been able to judge strength, but I could tell that she had experience in many forms of combat, and maybe even invented one herself. It would not be wise to go against her. I stood, and followed her out the room

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yay for cliffhangers! next chapter will be up within two weeks of christmas

The lyrics are to the song coins in a fountain by Passenger, look it up, It´s a great song!