“You have been told who I am, Hades the God of the Dead and Karia’s father so my purpose should be obvious!” His voice boomed as he announce what Karia had felt in her bones was the truth. Some many things fit, her gifts, her mother’s weird habits, and all her life in general. She felt numb suddenly as she looked at him, a magic wind blowing of their hair about as his anger rose swiftly. Hades went to step forward and as he raised his hand, cursing the boy, Karia stepped in the way as ball of bright fire flew from his palm. It hit her squarely in the chest and dissipated without so much as leaving a singed area.
“Don’t touch him.” Her voice was barely controlled as she spoke to her father. “What he says is true…all of it.” She watched as his face turned pained when he realized she was not taking the news well and quite honestly wanted him gone.
“Well I am sorry my dear but for now we need to find out what happened. The easiest way to do that is for me to see for myself.” He reached his hand out then. “Give me your hand and I will see through you.” She looked at him a few moments before looking over her shoulder to Arch and stepping forward. As she put her hand out the shadows began to cover her form, finally turning to a solid Greek styled dress. As it did she raised an eyebrow at him as he shrugged. “It is odd for me to look at her nearly naked…what can I say. Now let us start.” As Hades took his daughter’s hand a smile trace his face suddenly and then he closed his eyes. Suddenly the both seemed to sync to each other, both their eyes clearly moving from underneath their eyelids. As the dream like moment ended they both opened and settle back into themselves.
“So?” She looked up at him, taking her hand back and feeling the fear all over again.
“It seems the boy was truthful.”
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Concetta watched the Don’s eyes as he kissed her knuckles, intense and sultry. He was certainly a man who knew his way around a woman’s heart and as much as he intrigued her she knew he was likely no good for her. As Abigail made her way out of the study Concetta took a seat where the Don had gestured and crossed her legs softly, making sure her dress did not rise too much but stayed at her knees. She saw how the enforcer seemed put off by her and her sister’s entrance and Concettta had to admit it had been a bit rude. She must remember to apologize later. She did not want to start out a new job angering a possibly important co-worker.
“My sister is very kind to me; I will work hard to live up to what she has said.”
Vincent saw the remaining people out of his study and turned back to the lovely young woman that seemingly was looking for employment and was the perfect fit according to Abigail. He stepped over to his liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of aged bourbon, lifting a glass and looking toward her with a smile.
"Your sister is a hard ass and wouldn't dare bring anyone before me that she didn't think could impress me thoroughly. Drink?" He poured a glass unsure if it would be hers or his.
Concetta smile as the Don spoke of Abigail; she knew he spoke truthfully. "I am sure this is true Senor." Her Spanish pronunciation of 'Mr' was spot on, a thing she had learned from the Don's uncle in New York.
As he offered her a drink she politely declined, preferring her alcohol to be in the form of a glass of wine if at all. "I am sure she has told you of my work in New York." Her voice was soft, not pressing or egotistical. "I did well there and was well received and I hope to be more successful here."
His eyebrow lifted slightly at her correct pronunciation, Abagail's sister somewhat of a mystery to him at best and yet he trusted his underboss with his life and his fortune. He took a sip of his liquor, enjoying the hot burn as it rushed down his throat. Walking toward her he kept his posture and attention very professional, his own thoughts of the beauty before him well hidden.
He sat down before her on a large leather chair, reclining a little and acknowledging the girl as she spoke. "I have heard that you did a good job for my Uncle, but please do fill me in on what exactly you were involved in. We are looking for someone to assist us in maintaining the facade of good citizenship and helping keep us legally sound. This is what Abigail proposed I speak with you about."
Concetta's smile became genuine as she felt the Don's subtle surprise at her well worded Spanish. As he sat and relaxed she kept her own posture straight, her ankles crossed and laid softly to the side. "Of course. I did a lot of paper work up keep, making sure everything was well documented or not depending as well as kept up with acronyms and other...secrete keeping necessities. I also kept up with various charities I eventually convinced your uncle to open or become a part of. While I was not the consig for your uncle I did assist him and so learned a great deal of the legal aspect of the job."
He nodded, quite impressed. "Well, I'm willing to allow you to join us and work as my consig as long as you're willing to move into the castle. I do not want you left unprotected and I want access to you quite readily. First things first... move your stuff in and then work up a model for how we better protect ourselves here in Miami. You've a week to bring it to me and impress me. If you're anything like your sister you will blow my mind. Make sure you look at everything. Study the city, the people, our lifestyle and everything else so that you can make a one-sweep change if needed. Consider it a wish list as well." He took another long drink of his drink and looked at his watch. He'd need to wrap this up, but he certainly enjoyed the view.
“Move in…of course.” She faltered for a few moments but caught herself. It was going to be a very different kind of living arrangement but she would learn. “I understand and I will be sure to include all aspects of the business.” She smiled and stood. “I see you are busy so I will leave you to your business.” With that she nodded her head in respect after being dismissed and made her way out.
“My sister is very kind to me; I will work hard to live up to what she has said.”
Vincent saw the remaining people out of his study and turned back to the lovely young woman that seemingly was looking for employment and was the perfect fit according to Abigail. He stepped over to his liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of aged bourbon, lifting a glass and looking toward her with a smile.
"Your sister is a hard ass and wouldn't dare bring anyone before me that she didn't think could impress me thoroughly. Drink?" He poured a glass unsure if it would be hers or his.
Concetta smile as the Don spoke of Abigail; she knew he spoke truthfully. "I am sure this is true Senor." Her Spanish pronunciation of 'Mr' was spot on, a thing she had learned from the Don's uncle in New York.
As he offered her a drink she politely declined, preferring her alcohol to be in the form of a glass of wine if at all. "I am sure she has told you of my work in New York." Her voice was soft, not pressing or egotistical. "I did well there and was well received and I hope to be more successful here."
His eyebrow lifted slightly at her correct pronunciation, Abagail's sister somewhat of a mystery to him at best and yet he trusted his underboss with his life and his fortune. He took a sip of his liquor, enjoying the hot burn as it rushed down his throat. Walking toward her he kept his posture and attention very professional, his own thoughts of the beauty before him well hidden.
He sat down before her on a large leather chair, reclining a little and acknowledging the girl as she spoke. "I have heard that you did a good job for my Uncle, but please do fill me in on what exactly you were involved in. We are looking for someone to assist us in maintaining the facade of good citizenship and helping keep us legally sound. This is what Abigail proposed I speak with you about."
Concetta's smile became genuine as she felt the Don's subtle surprise at her well worded Spanish. As he sat and relaxed she kept her own posture straight, her ankles crossed and laid softly to the side. "Of course. I did a lot of paper work up keep, making sure everything was well documented or not depending as well as kept up with acronyms and other...secrete keeping necessities. I also kept up with various charities I eventually convinced your uncle to open or become a part of. While I was not the consig for your uncle I did assist him and so learned a great deal of the legal aspect of the job."
He nodded, quite impressed. "Well, I'm willing to allow you to join us and work as my consig as long as you're willing to move into the castle. I do not want you left unprotected and I want access to you quite readily. First things first... move your stuff in and then work up a model for how we better protect ourselves here in Miami. You've a week to bring it to me and impress me. If you're anything like your sister you will blow my mind. Make sure you look at everything. Study the city, the people, our lifestyle and everything else so that you can make a one-sweep change if needed. Consider it a wish list as well." He took another long drink of his drink and looked at his watch. He'd need to wrap this up, but he certainly enjoyed the view.
“Move in…of course.” She faltered for a few moments but caught herself. It was going to be a very different kind of living arrangement but she would learn. “I understand and I will be sure to include all aspects of the business.” She smiled and stood. “I see you are busy so I will leave you to your business.” With that she nodded her head in respect after being dismissed and made her way out.
Karia waited for Arch to show his mark and looked at her mother, expecting a response but not exactly the one she got. As she began to murmur about Zeus and such Karia raised an eyebrow but was otherwise unfazed. The woman had always been odd, not at all daunted by her daughter’s ‘gift’ of sight, having odd preferences for places and people, and general odd tastes but it was something mostly lost on Karia. As her mother walked away Karia looked at Arch and spoke softly. “I have one too.” She then tore a wide elastic bracelet off her left arm and stretched her arm out, palm up. On the soft skin of the wrist a pale emblem was present, appearing between a tattoo and a birthmark, in the shape of a skull. She was not comfortable showing arch the images, having a skull birthmark in southern town didn’t make one popular, but she needed him to know.
“It has been there as long as I can remember.” She looked at Arch for a few moments then heard her mother murmuring in what sounded like Greek. It was of the weird things she did as they were not Greek. “Mom?” She turned and stepped a few paces forward to see into the living room where the shadows seemed to creep in even though the lights were on. Suddenly Arch reached out and pulled her back, pushing her behind him, and she didn’t argue. She watched around the larger boy and the lights flickered and died as the darkness became almost palpable and the air thick. Karl suddenly felt very uncomfortable and grasped the kitchen table before becoming very sick looking.
“Mom!” She grapsed Arches arm as she peered around, wanting to reach for her mother but feeling the boy keep her at bay.
“I am not about to harm her but you, boy, your safety is not guaranteed.” The voice was booming and was for a moment disembodied, till the pale form appeared dress in dark black clothes and hair as dark as night. Once fully formed the man was neither old nor young, very pale with sharp features, and eyes that were penetrating. It was the eyes that her mother saw in Karia…and the temper. Hades stared at the boy and immediately the hatred was felt, his eyes turning red as he looked the athletic boy over. Every bit his father’s child.
“And who in the hell are you!?” Karia now stepped forward, unafraid for herself and rather a bit fed up. As Hades shifted his gaze his face immediately soften and his mouth opened a bit, only to shut before he looked to Karia’s mother who now seemed ready to cry.
“Karia this…is your father.”
“The hell he is!”
“Apt term.” The now vocal man grinned, not at all turned away from the infuriated scowl he received for the now glowing red head. “Yes she is most certainly mine.” He was far too pleased but also a bit heartfelt, a mix that confused her.
“You said you didn’t know who my father was!”
“Well that was a lie.”
“Really mom? I hadn’t figured.” The sarcasm was thick. “Is he why I was attacked by lightening goblins?”
“What?” The room became suddenly quiet then and Karia turned to look back at the man she suddenly thought to be her father. He had gone from bemused, to confused, to raging in what seemed like seconds. The darkness became thick and the only thing keeping Arch and Karl even remotely comfortable was the fact that they were in the kitchen. “Did he do this?”
“It has been there as long as I can remember.” She looked at Arch for a few moments then heard her mother murmuring in what sounded like Greek. It was of the weird things she did as they were not Greek. “Mom?” She turned and stepped a few paces forward to see into the living room where the shadows seemed to creep in even though the lights were on. Suddenly Arch reached out and pulled her back, pushing her behind him, and she didn’t argue. She watched around the larger boy and the lights flickered and died as the darkness became almost palpable and the air thick. Karl suddenly felt very uncomfortable and grasped the kitchen table before becoming very sick looking.
“Mom!” She grapsed Arches arm as she peered around, wanting to reach for her mother but feeling the boy keep her at bay.
“I am not about to harm her but you, boy, your safety is not guaranteed.” The voice was booming and was for a moment disembodied, till the pale form appeared dress in dark black clothes and hair as dark as night. Once fully formed the man was neither old nor young, very pale with sharp features, and eyes that were penetrating. It was the eyes that her mother saw in Karia…and the temper. Hades stared at the boy and immediately the hatred was felt, his eyes turning red as he looked the athletic boy over. Every bit his father’s child.
“And who in the hell are you!?” Karia now stepped forward, unafraid for herself and rather a bit fed up. As Hades shifted his gaze his face immediately soften and his mouth opened a bit, only to shut before he looked to Karia’s mother who now seemed ready to cry.
“Karia this…is your father.”
“The hell he is!”
“Apt term.” The now vocal man grinned, not at all turned away from the infuriated scowl he received for the now glowing red head. “Yes she is most certainly mine.” He was far too pleased but also a bit heartfelt, a mix that confused her.
“You said you didn’t know who my father was!”
“Well that was a lie.”
“Really mom? I hadn’t figured.” The sarcasm was thick. “Is he why I was attacked by lightening goblins?”
“What?” The room became suddenly quiet then and Karia turned to look back at the man she suddenly thought to be her father. He had gone from bemused, to confused, to raging in what seemed like seconds. The darkness became thick and the only thing keeping Arch and Karl even remotely comfortable was the fact that they were in the kitchen. “Did he do this?”
“What is wrong?” Karia’s mother stood on the porch in a satin housecoat, her hair pulled back and a shot gun in her hand.
“Inside first mom.” Karia made her way forward, her rather large black lab at her side eying Arch. He had smelled the boy and found him decent but was clearly still not a fan of the boy. As Karia stepped in she made her way to the kitchen where she flicked on the light and waited for her mother to join after locking the door after Arch.
“Mom this is Arch…he helped me out today. Oh and Karl too; he is the dead guy.”
“Well ‘dead guy’ isn’t how I would put it.” Karl made his way past the others and took a seat, pulling out the table chair.
“Helped how Karia?” Her mother was clearly worried now. She knew that for her daughter to leave a vacation in the middle of the night and bring a stranger and ghost with her meant this was bad.
“I got jumped…by I don’t know. They looked human but the could see Karl and were weird. Oh that’s not all. Arch show her what you showed me?”
“Inside first mom.” Karia made her way forward, her rather large black lab at her side eying Arch. He had smelled the boy and found him decent but was clearly still not a fan of the boy. As Karia stepped in she made her way to the kitchen where she flicked on the light and waited for her mother to join after locking the door after Arch.
“Mom this is Arch…he helped me out today. Oh and Karl too; he is the dead guy.”
“Well ‘dead guy’ isn’t how I would put it.” Karl made his way past the others and took a seat, pulling out the table chair.
“Helped how Karia?” Her mother was clearly worried now. She knew that for her daughter to leave a vacation in the middle of the night and bring a stranger and ghost with her meant this was bad.
“I got jumped…by I don’t know. They looked human but the could see Karl and were weird. Oh that’s not all. Arch show her what you showed me?”
Arlese
Arlese had made her way from the King and stopped by her previous conversational partner, sipping the juice she had been given. It was a wonderful drink. It was of course not like anything she had in her own country but it was very nice otherwise. As she drank she turned to see what the ruckus was about as several people had begun chatting while she had been with the king. She had begun to look him over but the King then stood and spoke, gaining her attention.
“It is the time I wish to have my servants show you to your rooms for the night. You leave at dawn and the night moves swiftly.” With that several people moved forward, each addressing a specific member of the hunter team, and bowed before showing them their way to bed rooms.
Arlese followed the prim looking man who had approached her, first addressing and wishing a pleasant night to the dragon. She was led to the left of the great room down a large hall where door lined each side occasionally as she reached near the end the man before her stopped and turned. “This is your room my lady. Is there anything you require?”
“No, but thank you.” She nodded then and turned to open her door. The room was a single bedroom with a large over stuffed bed and a large window that looked out to a garden. This couldn’t help but make her smile as she stood looking in.
Arlese had made her way from the King and stopped by her previous conversational partner, sipping the juice she had been given. It was a wonderful drink. It was of course not like anything she had in her own country but it was very nice otherwise. As she drank she turned to see what the ruckus was about as several people had begun chatting while she had been with the king. She had begun to look him over but the King then stood and spoke, gaining her attention.
“It is the time I wish to have my servants show you to your rooms for the night. You leave at dawn and the night moves swiftly.” With that several people moved forward, each addressing a specific member of the hunter team, and bowed before showing them their way to bed rooms.
Arlese followed the prim looking man who had approached her, first addressing and wishing a pleasant night to the dragon. She was led to the left of the great room down a large hall where door lined each side occasionally as she reached near the end the man before her stopped and turned. “This is your room my lady. Is there anything you require?”
“No, but thank you.” She nodded then and turned to open her door. The room was a single bedroom with a large over stuffed bed and a large window that looked out to a garden. This couldn’t help but make her smile as she stood looking in.
Concetta felt her nerves rise as they arrived at the large home, a true mansion, which was clearly the peak of elegance. As Abigail made her way in Concetta followed her at a bit of a distance, admiring the shining white marble floor and pristine white walls of the home. It was a style very different from New York but she liked it. It was all very clean and this was one thing she had learned to appreciate when growing up in the filth of poverty. As they slipped into what appeared to be a study with more books than she had ever seen in a private home, Concetta saw the man she knew immediately was the Don and bowed her head in respect. As Abigail stepped forward and gave a brief introduction it took all she had not to reach for the crucifix.
“Don DeMarco, this is my sister Concetta.”
Concetta then raised her head and stepped forward reaching to shake his hand. “It is a pleasure to meet you.” Her voice was steady and managed to hold some strength despite it feminine quality. She then reached over and shook the hand of the Don’s enforcer, wanting to hit everyone.
“Don DeMarco, this is my sister Concetta.”
Concetta then raised her head and stepped forward reaching to shake his hand. “It is a pleasure to meet you.” Her voice was steady and managed to hold some strength despite it feminine quality. She then reached over and shook the hand of the Don’s enforcer, wanting to hit everyone.
One of the Shade's forms.
Vitralese
Vitralese was glad to see her sister gain a stead, the best available, but the others were not her problem or her concern. When they began to leave Vitralese said nothing more than a sneer and grumble. Their cowardice would be paid back in full, it was just a matter of time before Father taught them the importance of following orders. Once they were gone of course Vitra could not help but feel more relaxed once she was alone with her sister. As the woman snickered Vitra turned to look at her while riding forward.
“What is my sister?” Before Lina could respond she had stopped both their horses and drew their gazes forward. A large wolf stood before them, alone and growling fiercely. “Clearly he has no pack but let us find out.” With that Vitra slipped from her horse and stepped forward slowly, looking at the wolf with her hard eyes. The wolf’s sight was very good and soon he began to shift unhappily, growling and hunching over.
“Seems he is not friendly.” Her voice was calm, intrigued. “What do you wish to do?” It was then that more wolves stepped forward, apparently hungry. “Seems I was mistaken.” Her voice shifted but she held her ground, if she rushed away the wolves would attack. "Shall I scare them off or let us have fun." She could feel the energy of the wolves. They were more fearsome than most, half crazed and full of a type of slimy life force. These were creatures of the shadows brought likely by their father...or created by him. As she watched Vitralese lifted a delicate hand up and released the clap about her neck which held the large cloak in place. The red velvet number swiftly fell and pooled behind her, showing the entirety of her white and heavy dress. Her arms now bare, almost painfully pale, she reached out her hand and grasped the handle of a dark whip as of suddenly appeared.
Vitralese was glad to see her sister gain a stead, the best available, but the others were not her problem or her concern. When they began to leave Vitralese said nothing more than a sneer and grumble. Their cowardice would be paid back in full, it was just a matter of time before Father taught them the importance of following orders. Once they were gone of course Vitra could not help but feel more relaxed once she was alone with her sister. As the woman snickered Vitra turned to look at her while riding forward.
“What is my sister?” Before Lina could respond she had stopped both their horses and drew their gazes forward. A large wolf stood before them, alone and growling fiercely. “Clearly he has no pack but let us find out.” With that Vitra slipped from her horse and stepped forward slowly, looking at the wolf with her hard eyes. The wolf’s sight was very good and soon he began to shift unhappily, growling and hunching over.
“Seems he is not friendly.” Her voice was calm, intrigued. “What do you wish to do?” It was then that more wolves stepped forward, apparently hungry. “Seems I was mistaken.” Her voice shifted but she held her ground, if she rushed away the wolves would attack. "Shall I scare them off or let us have fun." She could feel the energy of the wolves. They were more fearsome than most, half crazed and full of a type of slimy life force. These were creatures of the shadows brought likely by their father...or created by him. As she watched Vitralese lifted a delicate hand up and released the clap about her neck which held the large cloak in place. The red velvet number swiftly fell and pooled behind her, showing the entirety of her white and heavy dress. Her arms now bare, almost painfully pale, she reached out her hand and grasped the handle of a dark whip as of suddenly appeared.
Arlese watched as the other hunter’s milled about, spoke to each other or the king. Some seemed to be familiar to each other; the red haired woman was apparently on a first name basis with the human monarch. There was another curiosity. A pale man she had noticed before who was clearly neither elf nor fully human, yet the aura of a child of the Shade was not present so he was not that wither as far as she could tell. Her curiosity began to peak as a man approached her and spoke softly. “"Madam... the king has inquired of you. Would you care to join him at the front for a brief work and introduction?"
As the large male beside the beautiful woman spoke, the King's advisor turned and nodded to the male, acknowledging the truth of his words. "You are right, kind Sir. It has been so very long since we have had guest in our courts. Forgive me." He turned back to the woman, "Might I have your name to present you to my King, Milady?"
Her words were fluid and soft as she spoke despite her otherwise stunted use of the human language as she returned a nod to the human servant. “I am Arlese.”
The advisor nodded politely and turned to walk her toward the king, the scent of her perfume or perhaps essence itself almost floral in nature.’ As they arrived, the advisor bowed to the king and presented the young women. "Sire, this is Arlese, as requested.”
She bowed her head before the king, as she had before her previous companion, but with a bit more clarity. The king had no secrecy to protect and so she could act differently with him even if his presence was drastically less amazing than that of a dragon. As she raised her head she let her face show from under the hood, gleaming a bit in the light of the room and smiled.
“It is honor to meet you your Majesty.”
Arlese smiled as the King took her hand and kissed it, knowing she had peaked the old man's curiosity. Humans live very short lives but even though the eldest human was but a child in years to an elf they respected the elders of the human world; it was not easy to survive in such violence. "I come from White Kingdom." Her voice was quite, still wishing to keep her race an identity till they left the city. "Your...." She fought for words, attempting to think of the correct title she needed. "man was very persuasive."
He tilted his head to the side, his eyes moving across the woman's alabaster face with a bit of curiosity in his gaze. She was something other than ordinary and he found the echoance of his youth wanting to know exactly what that something was. "I am pleased to meet you acquaintance, Arlese." He extended his hand in an effort to take hers for a small kiss on her long fingers. "Do tell me who you represent as you head out tomorrow to assist us in this battle."
He nodded and felt the desire to dig further as if a great mystery sat at the edge of his fingertips, but knew that it would be rude and unbecoming of his position. "Well, I am very pleased that you've decided to join us. I wish you success and bravery as you forge ahead tomorrow morning."
"I thank you good Lord. It is a most worthy task you have given us." She bowed once again and raised her head before speaking with discomfort. "Lord it is rude but my King requires of me to ask. What does your lordship plan to do with the recovered cup?"
The king felt himself stiffen a little. The cup was a treasure amongst treasure and yet to have someone inquire of it wasn't per sae rude, but showed that she felt herself worthy of the knowledge. Interested. "We plan to keep it in our treasury. My father was a knight of the great table of kings and promised that my ancestors would always protect the cup and keep it from its intended use. I will honor that and give my life to return it to my vault where it will stay until my son can protect it and his son after that."
Arlese shifted then and nodded again to show her respect. "That is great mission...powerful promise of your ancestors. I will inform my King; I hope you understand his well idea....intentions."
The king felt his brow lift. "Your kings intentions? And what might those be, Arlese?"
"The same as you my lord, to keep the cup safe from those who might do harm with it."
The king nodded and made a note to himself to speak with one of his own men to watch the beautiful young woman. Things weren't always what they seemed and she was very much point and case. He bowed again slightly and moved to the side of her to make his exist. "Then your king and I would find ourselves on the right side of this battle, my dear. Please do excuse me. An old man needs his rest."
Arlese bowed and waited as the King moved away and then returned to where the dragon stood, her face disconcerted.
As the large male beside the beautiful woman spoke, the King's advisor turned and nodded to the male, acknowledging the truth of his words. "You are right, kind Sir. It has been so very long since we have had guest in our courts. Forgive me." He turned back to the woman, "Might I have your name to present you to my King, Milady?"
Her words were fluid and soft as she spoke despite her otherwise stunted use of the human language as she returned a nod to the human servant. “I am Arlese.”
The advisor nodded politely and turned to walk her toward the king, the scent of her perfume or perhaps essence itself almost floral in nature.’ As they arrived, the advisor bowed to the king and presented the young women. "Sire, this is Arlese, as requested.”
She bowed her head before the king, as she had before her previous companion, but with a bit more clarity. The king had no secrecy to protect and so she could act differently with him even if his presence was drastically less amazing than that of a dragon. As she raised her head she let her face show from under the hood, gleaming a bit in the light of the room and smiled.
“It is honor to meet you your Majesty.”
Arlese smiled as the King took her hand and kissed it, knowing she had peaked the old man's curiosity. Humans live very short lives but even though the eldest human was but a child in years to an elf they respected the elders of the human world; it was not easy to survive in such violence. "I come from White Kingdom." Her voice was quite, still wishing to keep her race an identity till they left the city. "Your...." She fought for words, attempting to think of the correct title she needed. "man was very persuasive."
He tilted his head to the side, his eyes moving across the woman's alabaster face with a bit of curiosity in his gaze. She was something other than ordinary and he found the echoance of his youth wanting to know exactly what that something was. "I am pleased to meet you acquaintance, Arlese." He extended his hand in an effort to take hers for a small kiss on her long fingers. "Do tell me who you represent as you head out tomorrow to assist us in this battle."
He nodded and felt the desire to dig further as if a great mystery sat at the edge of his fingertips, but knew that it would be rude and unbecoming of his position. "Well, I am very pleased that you've decided to join us. I wish you success and bravery as you forge ahead tomorrow morning."
"I thank you good Lord. It is a most worthy task you have given us." She bowed once again and raised her head before speaking with discomfort. "Lord it is rude but my King requires of me to ask. What does your lordship plan to do with the recovered cup?"
The king felt himself stiffen a little. The cup was a treasure amongst treasure and yet to have someone inquire of it wasn't per sae rude, but showed that she felt herself worthy of the knowledge. Interested. "We plan to keep it in our treasury. My father was a knight of the great table of kings and promised that my ancestors would always protect the cup and keep it from its intended use. I will honor that and give my life to return it to my vault where it will stay until my son can protect it and his son after that."
Arlese shifted then and nodded again to show her respect. "That is great mission...powerful promise of your ancestors. I will inform my King; I hope you understand his well idea....intentions."
The king felt his brow lift. "Your kings intentions? And what might those be, Arlese?"
"The same as you my lord, to keep the cup safe from those who might do harm with it."
The king nodded and made a note to himself to speak with one of his own men to watch the beautiful young woman. Things weren't always what they seemed and she was very much point and case. He bowed again slightly and moved to the side of her to make his exist. "Then your king and I would find ourselves on the right side of this battle, my dear. Please do excuse me. An old man needs his rest."
Arlese bowed and waited as the King moved away and then returned to where the dragon stood, her face disconcerted.
Karia looked over as Arch displayed the faint mark on his wrist, something between a birthmark and a tattoo. She reached out softly and set her a few of her long fingers on his wrist. The image was unnerving and even Karl seemed disconcerted about it. “Yeah….that’s not weird or anything.” Karia ignored the voice and set her hand back into her lap. Just her luck the ghost that would save her life would be the chatty one; where was a silently broody type when you need one?
“Oh, this exit.”Karia hadn’t realized how fast Arch had been driving but they had made really good time and now made their way off the interstate. “Oh by the way I live on a farm so…we are going to be going through some rough looking areas.”
“Paddle faster I hear banjos.” It was this that for some reason struck Karia’s funny bone and she started laughing, managing to tell Arch what he said. “Oh he says he is fine also.” As they made their way down a dark road with tall trees lining it on either side Karia pointed out a small dirt road. “That is my place.” She pointed to the form of a building in the dark about half a mile from where they had turned off. “Don’t get out till I tell you…mom is a bit paranoid.”
As they arrived Karia rolled the window down and yelled out. “Mom its me.” She waited then and heard the door open and her dog came running up. “Now we get out.”
“Oh, this exit.”Karia hadn’t realized how fast Arch had been driving but they had made really good time and now made their way off the interstate. “Oh by the way I live on a farm so…we are going to be going through some rough looking areas.”
“Paddle faster I hear banjos.” It was this that for some reason struck Karia’s funny bone and she started laughing, managing to tell Arch what he said. “Oh he says he is fine also.” As they made their way down a dark road with tall trees lining it on either side Karia pointed out a small dirt road. “That is my place.” She pointed to the form of a building in the dark about half a mile from where they had turned off. “Don’t get out till I tell you…mom is a bit paranoid.”
As they arrived Karia rolled the window down and yelled out. “Mom its me.” She waited then and heard the door open and her dog came running up. “Now we get out.”
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