Author's Comment:

If you find mistakes, pls tell, thx. I don't like mistakes.

Author's Comment:

I was asked about reading my work on other sites.

The answer is simple: Currently I am not active in any other networks than royalroadl.com. Only here, I correct mistakes and errors.

If you read it anywhere else and have to pay for it, or have to deal with an annoying amount of advertisement, You Are Being Betrayed.

You would do good if you make other people in that network aware of it. This is a free project of mine for the purpose of having fun. And if people try to make money with it you shouldn't bother visiting their website.

I have no problem with translation and reposting of the story, as long as the person in question isn't doing it for money or stealing my identity.

The only one whom I actually allowed to have my work on his website is Armaell who invested the time to compile them into pdf.

(http://armaell-library.net/author/andur)

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“Magic or sorcery is the use of rituals, symbols, actions, gestures, and language with the aim of exploiting supernatural forces. The belief in and practice of magic has been present since the earliest human cultures and continues to have an important spiritual, religious, and medicinal role in many cultures today.”

- The Journey to the Afterlife

***Dedessia, the Sea of Souls, Nurien***

***Shade***

My little, teasing exchange with Elona was most satisfying. Especially the fact that I managed to persuade her to deal with that six-pack for me. I would have needed to cheat in order to best someone like him. Sending Elona was the only sensible solution without risking our reputation.

So fetching a drink for her is the least I can do. I return from the dining hall, balancing a tray with two glasses on my right hand and holding a bottle with something fermented in my left. This world's skills regarding alcohol are most disappointing.

If I can get her drunk enough, maybe she will forget about the promises I made? The hope is slim, but it is still there.

Upon returning to the big room with the bout's participants, I immediately spot my better half surrounded by three men. She wears a forced expression on her face and is playing with a strand of her hair between her fingers. Something she only does when she is very annoyed. If I were them I would back up to get out of her reach.

One of the men is a well known figure to me. The others not so much, though I wonder what their partners think about them teaming up on my woman.

There is an unreasonable urge to start a slaughterhouse right here and now. Especially since... well, I am not sure why I feel that way. We share memories of our past lives and there is the soulbond, which apparently forces us to meet again and again. Apart from that, all we know about each other are from a few days of talking. I am far from knowing what Elona had to endure in her current life and I am far from having told her everything about mine. All we have are memories of our past existences and a few nights of hot, sweaty sex... and there is the consequence of that hot, sweaty sex.

Is that really enough to simply continue where we stopped the last time? We must sound like maniacs to the people around us for referring to each other as husband and wife.

When Lirian leans in even closer to Elona I feel a vein popping in my head and move. There is a restriction on violence, but who cares. It is the last day and being thrown out doesn't matter by now. I force a neutral expression on my face and approach them.

Unfortunately Elona is the first one to notice me. She stops me by waving her hand with a delighted expression. I originally intended to give the trio quick deaths. Now I have to deal with their full attention on me.

Elona pushes Lirian out of the way and takes a glass and the bottle from my hands. “Shade, I am so glad that you are back. Lirian and his two friends, Antonius and Feiran, informed me that my sister decided to court Antonius. It's just that she ran off with Lirian's and Feiran's partners, so they decided to pester me instead.”

“Is that so?” I stare at Lirian who was entirely too close to Elona.

But the bastard actually grew a spine with his two friends backing him up. “I am sure that your sister will have a lot of fun with such acquaintances.”

Antonius bows to us. “I promise that I hold Quianna in high esteem and actually intend on switching clans. I already begged Doreen to allow me to come over. Seeing the tight ties Quianna has with her family, I wouldn't want her to stay with Draconis for my sake.”

This is strange. Is he a spy who is trying to be installed in our new clan? If so, the entire attempt is a little too obvious. Elona's sister knows what's going on, so she wouldn't be as stupid as to switch over to Draconis at such a critical time. So why mingle with someone from the very same clan, which is under suspicion of being involved with the slavers?

My questioning eyes wander to Elona who simply shrugs. Apparently this new information is as surprising to her as it is to me.

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“Kyaaaaaaa!”

A scream from the entrance draws my attention and I turn around. A woman is at the entrance and pointing at something on the corridor. People start filing out of the room and I hear murmurs about 'murder' and 'dead' on the corridor.

Elona follows the crowd outside, where we stumble upon a gruesome murder scene. The corridor is splattered with blood on a length of about five metres. In the middle of the corridor are the dismembered corpses of a man and a woman. I don't know them.

“Milanda from Soistaat and Gerhard from Equilibrium!”

“How can this be. They were just behind the wall. There must have been a fight.”

“Did they kill each other?”

“Nobody, saw, heard or sensed anything? They must have been completely overpowered!”

“That man was the last to return to the hall.” A girl, no older than nineteen in appearance, points at me and all attention turns towards me.

I take my glass from the tray and hold it out for Elona to pour me a drink. “That mess wasn't there when I fetched a drink. They must have been ambushed afterwards.”

“Easy to say. Weren't you the one who last walked on this corridor?” Lirian enters the discussion, pointing an accusing finger at me.

I grind my teeth, but I keep my cool. “Shouldn't you, of all people, know better than accusing me of such a mess?” My hand includes the whole scene in a grand gesture. “I have no need to leave any proof behind. Why should I display the bodies in this manner if I can simply make them vanish?”

A quick glance ensures me of my shadow's position, mainly for the fact that nobody is standing on it. Then I hold out the tray and drop it. A little concentration is enough and the entire thing vanishes to the netherworld.

The gazes return to Lirian. “Maybe to frighten us? Or to make a point about your abilities as an assassin? A shade with the ability to go anywhere he wants undetected, is a danger to all clans.”

I swirl the brew in my glass and take a sip. “I have no need to hide in the shadows. If I have a problem with someone I simply kill them. In public and for everyone to see. If I would have had something against those two, why not challenging them to a bout? As violent as the challenges are, there could easily be a lethal ending involved.”

Suddenly Antonius steps forward and places a hand on Lirian's shoulder. “Maybe we should ask why someone would benefit from killing two aspiring youths of Soistaat and Equilibrium? Who has interest in keeping those two groups caught up in their blood feud? Carissimi and Semper Fidelis are on the other side of the big dessert. They have their own problems and no connections to those two clans.”

Elona tugs at my sleeve. “Something fishy is going on. And I don't want to be involved in it!”

I bend down. “But isn't it suspicious if we make a run for it?”

She snorts. “Don't be ridiculous. This is a witch-hunt and you know it. Just because you were the last one who entered the hall from the corridor doesn't mean that there are no others. There are hundreds of people in this building, all of them wielding powerful magic. Currently they are just fishing and Lirian is trying to shift the attention towards you. Anyone who is strong enough to hide his aura during a battle could have done it.”

That may be true. But being just a piece on a chessboard doesn't sit well with me. “We should gather our people first.” I search the crowd until I find Aswang and Manti among the faces. I gesture for them to follow us.

But when I want to leave I can't find Elona at my side. So I head back to the hall where I find her searching for someone with a concerned expression.

“Where is Quianna?” She asks.

In that moment Aswang and Manti join up with us. “I think she headed somewhere with that Takea character. Wasn't she from Soistaat too?”

I scratch at my cheek. A week without shaving makes my skin itch. Strange how fast one can get accustomed to not having one. The action relaxes my brain and I can finally start thinking. “Maybe someone is out to create trouble between the two clans. Killing a few representatives and making it look like they killed each other is surely a good method.”

“But why did Lirian try to accuse you!?” Elona gasps.

I shrug my shoulders. “He is an idiot. Maybe he thought that accusing me would be beneficial to his cause?”

“Are you sure? You never actually talked to him.” Aswang surveys the room, obviously anticipating an attack.

I draw a deep breath. “You are right Aswang. But I have this special gift of knowing an idiot when I see one. And if that's not enough, my second gift is judging people by their actions. Carelessly attacking someone of unknown capabilities, who just walked up to an army, is one of them. It's something only idiots do. Pestering the woman of a guy who threw you into another dimension is asking for death. If there wasn't this stupid rule about no violence, I would have killed him already.”

Manti steps away from Elona. “Remind me not to befriend your 'woman'.”

I nod. “I can do that, but Elona isn't lesbian. You can hug her as much as you want.”

“Stop wasting time and get the others! We have to find Quianna.” Elona gestures for the exit.

I hurry to comply, but while I follow the others I find something nagging at my brain. So when I spot Antonius in the crowd I silently slip away and dive into the shadows. In the confusion of the murder most people don't even notice.

I follow my target around a few corners and corridors until I realize with dissatisfaction that he is running around without a goal. He is also searching for someone.

My patience has almost reached its end when he calls out to a man whom I already saw today. I don't know what to make of it.

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