MARCEL'S BODY WAS THROUGH ACROSS THE AIR, WITH SO MUCH FORCE. " Ventus!" Emily shouted the word, the moment it left her mouth, everything around them moved.
The trees rustled with the force of her power, a torrent of wind surged through the palm of her hand. It pushed Marcel away from her over and over again and each time he did the same thing, he got back up and tried to attack her all over again.
It was clear to them that he only wanted her. His aim was her.
However, only he knew what he wanted do with her, but Emily had a couple of guesses. One, he wanted the location of Atia. Two, he wanted her dead. It was that simple but if it was the first one, no way in hell was she going to give up her only leverage she had on him, her only guaranty of life.
One thing was clear though, Marcel was powerful but she had far more power than him. She was a witch and it out strengthened his abilities.
"Expello." She uttered another word. Casting a spell that bound him to one place, she was always prepared for things to go wrong.
Just before she had lured Grayson outside, she had used a boundary spell, something they taught the young witches at school. You only need one variant lack preparation or even a binding agent to maintain the will of the caster through hand gestures while other forms of this spell can utilise with a time limited.
"Ah! You bitch." Marcel uttered. Frustration was vivid in his features. "A boundary spell, really?" Marcel said, seeming unimpressed. "That's all you got?" He mocked.
His eyes never left hers, they starred with mischief as they always did- she was playing right into his hands. And give as with who she was dealing with, she probably was playing right in his hands, but she didn't have time to think of things like that at this moment.
The desperate need to be faraway from him was potent and she wanted to get Grayson away from him, them being in the same space was toxic enough. They were a bomb about the explored at any given minute.
"Let's go." She said, focusing on Grayson, who stood in the same place he once was when he had come in. He watched like a hawk, studying the situation. He seemed uncertain.
Nothing ever made sense, and that feeling deep within that always waited form something to happen, that moment when everything suddenly made sense. But he knew all to well that that moment would never come.
His mind swirling with questions, questions that he, on his own will figure out a way to answer them.
"Grayson, I wouldn't trust her if I were you." Marcel spoke again, desperate for his word to make an impact.
But Marcel knew they wouldn't, he should've told him. About everything, about her. Atia, his mother. Then maybe he would trust him, but he is only trying to protect Grayson. Everything he has done, it was only to protect him from them.
Grayson never responded. That to Marcel was a response in itself. And a powerful one. Grayson didn't even think twice before he chose a side. Emily's.
A taste of betrayal, consumed Marcel's taste buds. A bitter taste and painful, like it was hard to swallow down, it was wedged between his throat. It hurt.
All Grayson wanted was answer, answers Marcel would never give him. But him choosing a side defiantly didn't mean he trusted Emily, not in the slightest.
In the end, Grayson was certain that they both seemed suspicious, they knew each other. That evidence was enough for him to conclude who he trusted. He trusted no one, but he was going to use them to get want he wanted, the very same way they were using him. He was simply returning the favour.
Because in the end actions always proved why words never really meant anything. AndGrayson can only see their actions. With that in mind, he walked past them both for only Emily to follow suit. Satisfied with his choice.
"GRAYSON! You idiot!" Marcel shouted in the far distance.
They sprinted further, deeper into the forest. They ran faster, quickly. Until coming to a stopped, their lunges burned their throats. Sweat dripped down their forehead and shoulders.
They stood right in the heart of the forest. The South Border was a magnificent place, it was surrounded by it's beautiful nature of green.
In the heart of the forest, an idle river carried all the debris that fell from above slowly downstream. Large boughs sprouted from the trees and reached into the murky water as if trying to scoop up the swarming fish.
Although the warm water was an olive colour from the swirling mud and algae, they could defiantly see the underwater wildlife flourish in the shallow part.
Swamp-like vegetation and old, rotting trees crept into the river's edge and created slimy pools of debris from withered leaves, twigs and lemna.
Above the mass of water, high branches wove tunnel of green leaves like archways in a church to protect from strong sunlight. 'Beautiful...' Grayson thought, all he ever saw was blood, darkness, decaying and violence. But never had he seen this part of life before. He was in complete aw of everything here.
"This should do. The river will help keep our scent cloaked just for a few minutes." Emily said, She'd been here before, the wildlife and the place never surprised her. "Pass me your hands." She instructed bluntly.
"Um, not until you tell what for." Grayson was sceptical of her, it was obvious she knew Marcel. And that fact on its own gave him enough reason to be skeptical. He knew he had to be extra careful with what he did.
"It's for a cloaking spell Grayson, unless you want Marcel to gain on us." She explained, frankly bored with his questions. She wanted to get home, to her family. With Marcel on her trail, they were far from safe.
Grayson eyed her once more, before he gave her his hands to grasp. "Phasmatos radium calaraa, Phasmato..." She chanted.
"Did it work? I don't feel anything." He said, questioning her method. He didn't feel anything major happen, not look anything has seen.
"Yes it did, and you're not supposed to." She bluntly said, once again.
"Right then, which way now?" He asked.
"We'll have to move east, to make it back home quickly. We are slightly for but if we walk at a quick pace, only a day's worth journey."
"Fine, whatever." He said, bored.
Grayson moved further into the forest, away from the river turning his back at her. "Tell me something Emily. Besides from Alison, why do you insist on chasing after me? That is if someone hated me that much, I would expected to have pushed them further away from my relatives."
The question, brought a slight surprise within her features but as quickly as it came, it left. Her face was emotionless, nothing was given away. "I have my reasons, reasons that don't concern you." She finished say before she walked in front of him, leaving him to trail behind her.
Grayson laughed, how many times did someone say that to him? At least today. "Like I never have heard that one before." He spoke more to himself than to her.
"What?" She asked annoyed. Turning her head slightly, to catch a glimpse of him.
"You say you have reasons that don't concern me, yet those reasons include me in some way." He further explained. "And I have the right to know those reasons. Don't you think?" He interrogated further.
"You right, you don't have any rights Grayson. End of." She spoke, once again annoyed at him.
"On the contrary I do." Grayson pushed further.
"UGH!, Grayson what do you want from me." Emily suddenly exploded, stoping in her tracks, turning around quickly. Facing him.
"The truth."
She laughed, frustrated. "The truth?" She asked, having that crazed look in her eyes. "Do you really want me to tell you the truth-"
"Yes." He chipped in.
"The truth is..." She started to say but never did she actually finished says what she really wanted to say, if she told him the truth he would kill her.
"What?!" He screamed almost unexpectedly, making her jump slightly due to the loudness of his voice. "Just come out and say it for fuck sake." He felt frustrated. He knew she was hiding something, they all were.
"Grayson, I didn't only come here jut for Alison, I would've came either way-"
"Why?" He chipped in again, unable to deal with the suspense.
"Because We have been searching for you for a long time..."
"What do you mean?" He asked, slightly puzzled.
"Your real name is Elias. Son of King Gabriel and Queen Helen."