Now halfway to Mira's house, Rona stops and taps my back. "Erant quae secuta est. (We're being followed.)
Sensing the presence, I stop and look back at her. "I know, they been following us from the temple."
Looking at me with concern in her eyes. "Quid ergo vis ut faciam súper illud? (What do you want to do about it?)"
I gently rest down Mira's unconscious body on a nearby building and look up at the opposing building.
Rona follows my line of vision. "Quid? (What?)"
Speaking so only Rona understands. "Deducam eas non occiderentur. Voló mittere nuntium. (Bring them down but don't kill them. I want to send a message.)"
Rona nods, disappearing without her scythe and reappearing on top the roof of the other building.
"Te habeo. (I got you.)" Kicking the figure off the roof, hitting the next building with so much force it leaves a small crater and lands next to Mira, head first.
"What did I just tell you." Shouting to Rona
"Calcitrant meam circumsepsit illam: et si ego non potuit occidere eius et volebat quoque. (She blocked my kick, so that couldn't kill her even if I wanted too.)" she says reappearing next to me.
I look down at the figure dressed in all black with a hood and a mask on. "She?"
"Yeah illa. (Yeah, she.)" kneeling down to check Mira's pulse.
I kneel down to the figure, removing the hood and pulling down the mask, revealing long, curly red hair, long pointed ears, almond shaped green eyes and nice melanin skin.
The gorgeous half elf, holding up her hands whisking in pain. "Damn it, my arms are broken."
I stare in enchantment, as I look upon her face.
Snapping her fingers. "Nico, epistulae? (Nico, message?)"
Snapping back to reality with Rona's words. "Oh yeah, tell the priest to don't send anymore people or it won't end so calmly."
Looking up to me and nodding in understanding, she gets up to her feet and disappears with only a gush of wind replacing her.
Taking up her scythe."Gravissime? (Seriously?)"
"She was beautiful." I say to myself while remembering her face.
Seeing the look on my face, Rona rolls her eyes. "Ut lets 'adepto domus. (Let's get back to the house.)"
I pick back up Mira and start walking with Rona behind me. "Okay."
After a 10 minute walk, we finally reach the house without any problems. I see Roy at the front door. "Look, Roy."
In a irritated tone. "Multa alia. (Great, another one.)"
Ignoring my clearly irritated sister. "Hi Roy, what are you doing here?"
Looking back after hearing my voice. "Oh, hi Nicholas, I have a package for...why do you have miss Mira over your shoulder?"
"Oh, umm, don't worry about it."
"Okay." He says in a worried tone.
Changing his focus to Rona. "Hello Corona, how are you today?"
She just folds her hands together and stares with disgust on her face, as she does every time they meet.
In a quiet voice. "Still not talking to me."
Changing the topic. "Don't mind her, you said you had a package."
Snapping his fingers, a tightly wrapped box appears in-front of me. "Yes, a package for the two of you. I'm very sorry to hear about Luis, what happened was very tragic. I hope you catch whoever's responsible."
"Thanks Roy."
"He always treated us elves equally. So sad, I hope you get through this. Patting my free shoulder.
Rona walks up next to me and takes Mira from me. Walking through the door she glances back at me signaling, she's carrying Mira upstairs to her room. I nod.
I sign the paper Roy hands me and disappears with a flick of his wand.
I take up the box and head inside, turning around to see if any unusual faces are about, I sense none. Closing the door behind me, I place the unusually heavy, medium size box on the dinning table and begin to open it. After opening it, I step back in disbelief.
I call. "Rona!!"
Going up the staircase and entering the nearest bedroom, Rona places Mira on the bed while making sure she isn't on her tail and making her as comfortable as possible.
Kneeling at Mira's bedside crying. "Mira me paenitet velim plus potui feci. Ut Nico oboedientes Horum autem carmie. (I'm so sorry Mira, I wish there was more I could've done. I should've listened to Nico, none of this would've happened.)"
Over at the temple.
"Damn it, damn it."
"What happened? Why are you back here?"
"That woman broke my arms!!"
"Which part of following them didn't you understand?"
"How could I, they knew I was there from the time I left."
"This hurts, someone come heal me."
"Why are all of you just standing there?"
"Come heal me!!"
"Isabella!!"
"What!?"
"How did this happen?"
"They sensed me from the temple, then waited until they got into a secluded area and attacked me. If I didn't block that kick she would've killed me."
"I didn't even see when she vanished. The next thing I knew, she was next to me saying something and then boom, kicks me."
"What did the boy do?"
"He said, 'if you send anyone else after them it won't end so calmly,' or something like that."
"That's why you're back here?"
"What do you mean, I'm in pain."
"So what, go back out there and do your job."
"You bastard."
Back at the house, Rona hears my call and rushes down the stairs. "Nico, quod sic, quid est? (Yes Nico, what is it?)"
She sees my petrified face as she walks into the dinning room, she shakes me. "Nico, quod suus 'iniuriam, tu et. (What's wrong Nico, you're scaring me.)"
I point to the table. " Look."
She follows my finger to the table and screams.
"Isn't that the little girl's mother from the gate?" I ask more to myself than her.
Rona drops to her knees with tears running down her face. "Quod.... Quod suus in caput eius faciens in capsa? (What's.... what's her head doing in a box?)"
Not answering the question, I take up the letter attached to the box and begin to read.
"Your uncle was a great man, he was hard to kill but not impossible, neither was the woman. Watching the light leave their eyes was a great pleasure but not as great as the pleasures she gave us just before her head left her body. We also have her daughter, her body to me is a bit too small and immature but my friends here don't mind a little tousle every now and again. If you want the little brat alive and untouched, bring the letters and the golden piece to us . You have two weeks to find us.
Ps. She's looking tastier and tastier with every passing minute."
With anger, I slam my fits on the table.
Staring at the floor. "....Unde quanto? Quantum fieri poterit in una die. (How.... How much? How much can happen in one day?)"
With tears running down my face, anger, sadness and frustration coursing through me. I shout. "Those bastards are going to pay.