it has been a two weeks sense I left brokedale. Nazerath gave me the full report of what took place in the kingdom of Tearicatia and the king himself. my mind was still realing with the knowledge I was the kings soul mate and it was he who I was to be transported to. not the slave trade. why would he make up a lie that that? nothing was adding up with that no matter how many ways I tried to think it through. did he not think my captures (as I was referring to them now as they never deserved the title of family and practically took everything from me) would hand me over? I sighed while shaking my head. enough of that thinking. it would get me nowhere.
on the other hand the whipping of my cousin didn't bring me the satisfaction I thought it would originally perhaps it was because I wasn't there? my hands would not be covered in blood this way, regardless if I felt I should have been the one doing it. yet another thought i needed to let go of. groaning in frustration at how my thoughts were turning i pinched myself to bring myself somewhere out of them.
seeing the now forming bruise on my pale arm i sighed again. the things it took for me to get out of my thoughts was to cause me pain. how sad of me. i watched as the sun was slowly setting over the horizon like my hope for myself. it wouldnt be long for the crow to find me. so far I have avoided it in finding me but I know it won't last for to much longer. turning to Nazareth I looked at him as I tore away the note i was writing for him to carry.
"give this to Martha. she's a witch and will know what to do. quickly. make sure that damnable crow doesnt spot you two doing this. we don't need to give the bloody king of war a reason to make war here in Silverstone." for which he nodded and quickly left.
sighing I relaxed on the cot with my hand on a woven blanket and my recently hunted bear fur. i started hunting for myself a couple days ago and got lucky with the bear giving me plenty of food to last for at least three weeks. i needed it after the resources from the pack were exhausted. running my hand through the fur I still couldn't believe my luck. I was over the moon when the arrow hit it right in its eye and into the brain killing it instantly. my one in a million shot.
getting off from the cot I looked out of my cave. the sun has finally set and I still needed a distraction. perhaps I'd fly tonight. be near the moon and stars and take out my frustration there. the more I thought about it the more my wings itched in anticipation. maybe just this once....no. I shook my head wondering what the hell I am thinking. going out would run the risk of the kings crow finding me. I couldn't let that happen. suddenly a memory came to mind. my mother telling me a story of the king.
"a long time ago there was a prince named Johnathon. he was the most beautiful boy that the world had ever seen. it was said the gods created him to do their deeds here in this world. though the boy had a dark side. his emotions got the better of him during an argument with his parents and he did the unthinkable. killing his father first by ripping out his beating heart and turning it to ash in his hands the boy turned to his mother. with an evil glint in his eye he walked towards her and though she pled for her life to her own son he showed no mercy. he grabbed the knife he had carried with him as a present from the gods and stabbed her with it. over and over until no one knew who the person was. at that point the gods looked down on him in shame and cursed him to immortality to always remember what he had done."
I remember asking my mother why the boy would hurt his parents, she never answered me. after a long moment of silence I would tell her I would make the boy feel love. perhaps what was what was wrong. she would tell then me to sleep and remember the things she told me. coming back to the real world I looked back out into the horizon. to realize the boy made by the gods was my soulmate. an evil killer who started wars because he could. I was young then and foolish enough to think that a little girls love was enough to make anybody stop and feel love. shaking my head again to ride myself off thoughts I turned around and climbed into my cot. it would be better to sleep then to have these thoughts.
closing my eyes I didn't even realize I had drifted off until I heard a clang by the entrance of the cave. shooting upright with a knife in my hand I controlled my breathing. my shadows were restless and started moving from the cave walls to hide me from view of the outside world. another clang could be heard along with a swearword. who dares tresspass onto my home? getting off from my cot I moved forward beconing my shadows to hide me. my wings were out and ready. the shadows obliged and I silentlessly crept forward towards the entrance of the cave. what normally took me a short ten steps felt like millions as my heart was pounding. adrenaline rushed through me like a tidal wave and I finally stepped out of the faces entrance. if it came to a fight I could just push the person off and not have to get dirty.
looking around I finally spotted the person underneath me. a male with dark brown hair, very tanned skin and a weird looking white plated robe around him covering half of his chest and ended right above the knee with matching sandals that happened to have wings sprouting at the ankles. the clang sound was a weird staff with two sephents coiled around eachother. was I still dreaming? blinking a few times and pinching myself I discovered I was in fact not dreaming. getting my knife ready the man called out in a deep voice that could melt ones soul like chocolate.
"that won't do you any good Ravenna. if you wouldn't mind I'd prefer not to hang around waiting for help up." the annoyance in his tone made my lip curl into a smirk until I realized he knew who I was. it evaporated before it even had time to set. warily I eyed the man.
"who are you and what business do you have?" he sighed and hoisted himself up. I could feel my mouth drop open when he got to his feet and looked at me. a smirk playing at his bow like red lips, chiseled cheekbones with a sharp chin that could cut any stone along with his straight nose. golden eyes danced in the pale moonlight with mischief dancing in them. I took in some air and quickly shut my mouth. this man was the definition of beautiful. "who are you?" I repeated though it wasn't as strong as before. it came out of me more like a whimper. mentally cursing myself I looked away. he chuckled as he took ahold of my chin and brought my face to look at him.
"I am Hermes. the messenger god of Olympus and boy do you have messages Ravenna. from the dead and from the gods themselves."