"We have to kill the red which. she's a threat," I heard Atriegon's voice.
"Hey Ralph, are you still with us?" Celeste snapped her fingers and I was brought back to our conversation.
"Huh?" I was confused. "Sorry, I spaced. I think am just tired,"
I stuttered,
Celeste looked at me with a concerned look, "Are you bothered by what we've just talked about back in the room?" she asked me.
"No…I am fine," I said,
Celeste frowned.
"I need to go back home," I said,
'Fine,' she said. Glaring at me with eyes full of pity and sadness altogether, she couldn't read minds, so I was safe in that department.
"What about the lockdown?" Ned asked me.
"Celeste will help teleport me there. Not so?" I faced her. I couldn't show it, but I was begging for her to notice how badly I wanted to leave this place.
"Yeah, sure," she answered after reading my eyes. She moved towards me and stood next to me but on the left side. She grabbed my arm.
"Continue without me," she said to the rest. "I will be back,"
And in a matter of seconds were on the front porch of my house.
"It wants me to kill," I blurted nervously," Atreigon wants me to kill, Celeste…"
"Of course he does, it's your familiar and protector at the same time. You think the idea of the fey progenitor being powerful came from nowhere," she sighed,
"Who does he want you to kill?"
The red witch is a threat to the fey progenitor. But I can't kill a person. Let alone a fellow human,"
Celeste chuckled on hearing that, "She is a threat to you and she crossed the human line when she took blood from the demon lord," she warned me. "Now stop a coward and be a progenitor, you must protect yourself at all costs. Even though it means taking a life."
The look in her eyes was serious, meaning she meant each word that she mentioned. She was right, I may not have the intention of killing the red witch, whoever that was but she had the intention of killing me.
I nodded at Celeste's words.
"Fine," I muttered, sounding miserable,
"Good, now you go ahead. I will catch up on you later, I still have things to discuss with Annabel," she said.
I turned and then walked my way to the front door, she remained standing still, staring at me as I opened the door.
I glanced over my shoulder, and she was gone.
I walked through the entrance and the first thing I heard was my mom's voice in the sitting room. Were they home? I ran to the sitting room, and all my hopes were killed the moment I figured out it was the TV speaking.
Miss Howard was seated on the white leather couch staring at the huge flat screen that was mounted against the wall. She was very attentive while staring at the screen. It was rare to see such a look on her, I know she was serious at times, but currently, she was drowned in whatever was on the screen.
I entered the living room to see what she was watching. I wasn't wrong, it was my mom's voice. Her face was on Television as she spoke about the situation. "The death of Dante has hit us largely as the new human society. We are doing our best to assess the situation and find out who the actual…."
The screen was turned off by Miss Howard.
She smartly lifted herself and faced me. She smiled, "How are you Master Ralph?" she asked. she always used a kind and pleasant tone when speaking.
I am fine Miss Howard, is Ronnie…
"Asleep? Yes, she is," she quickly answered, as if she had read my mind.
I checked my watch and it was eight O'clock. It was nightfall and the darkness kept on getting thicker until there wasn't a single shred of sunlight in the sky.
Do you need anything Master Ralph?" she asked,
"No, thank you. I am fine."
She agreed and then climbed upstairs to her room.
I was left to wonder what my mom was going to say. Quickly I grabbed the remote and switched on the TV. When it turned on, they were on commercials. I hated those things, so I turned the screen off and shifted to the other source of information. The internet.
I dashed upstairs to go get my tablet. But as I was running. I stopped when I noticed that the door to my dad's study was slightly open. The house had three do-not enter rooms. One was my parents' room, two was miss Howard's room, and finally, my dad's study where he did most of his work when home.
'I should lock that door,' I thought seeing the small inches wide opening.
I hastily moved closer and grabbed the doorknob. Why did I feel like I had to go in? Oh well, I pushed the door and got a glimpse of my dad's study. It looked like a fancy office, with a table in the middle and behind it was a huge shelf that carried thousands of books. They all looked new from how I looked at them.
The table was made of wood. Well polished to even shine in the night. In the center was my dad's laptop, and it was still open. My mom must have forgotten to close it, she had that problem of forgetting stuff.
I moved closer to the table and touched the laptop.
The device automatically turned on and it was unlocked. I stared at the screen and noticed some files that got my attention.
I noticed a folder that was labeled: THE DARK BLOOD.
I was tempted to move the pointer and clicked the folder. I couldn't believe it, the folder contained images of runes. The same runes I had seen in my vision.
I grabbed my phone and snapped some photos of the images. Once I was done, I switched off the laptop and then tiptoed my way out of the room, closing it without leaving a trace behind.
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The next morning, I woke up to the annoying sound my alarm made.
I switched it off, and I heard my phone chime. I had received a message. I was still in bed, but the sun was already out streaming down my face.
My sleep was gone.
I checked my phone, and the people couldn't stop talking about the sudden murder of Dante O' Folio. The strongest human in the world. Obviously, they were panicking, coming up with conspiracy theories that this was all the work of the mundane humans because they are jealous of our development.
I yawned then scratched my already messy white hair, scrolling through my messages.
"Why are they all so news-related?" I cursed after scrolling through what felt like five minutes of news-related messages.
Until I stopped on one, a message from Rebekah saying that we will meet at Cheesy Burger for our date at seven O'clock in the evening.
'Huh, I guess I have a date,' I thought,
"You should be hunting down the red witch," Atreigon appeared,
I jumped
I had forgotten that he could read my thoughts. It's how we communicated.
"If you fail to kill the witch in three days. You will die,"
'What?'
"The red witch will kill you first. look at Dante?" he gave an example.
"Fine," I gave up. "I will think about it,"
It went silent.
Just the thought of killing a human almost made me want to throw up. But I had to do this, one way or another if I was to survive.
I exhaled slowly trying not to think about it. I could feel my knees getting loose from just imagining myself killing someone.
I made up my mind. It was either kill or be killed.
Downstairs everyone seemed to be in a calm mood. From Celeste to Miss Howard and well Ronnie who had no idea that our cities are having a political issue worldwide.
Celeste was seated on the counter sipping down a cup of tea.
I sat close to her, "I want to find the iron witch," I whispered,
She stopped sipping her tea and smirked, "Well look at that, you finally have the guts to fight back," she said,
"Yeah, I do," I agreed, avoiding the if I don't do this I will die part,
"Well, William formed a party of knights to go hunt her down. They leave tomorrow morning under the command of Annabel and me," she said.
I paused, trying to think.
"I want to tag along,"
You mean you want to kill the red witch, but cool, you can tag along. Just don't get in our way," she made emphasis on the last part by giving me a cold glare that scared me almost to death.
"Okay," I nodded then remembered what I found last night. I whispered, "I found these in my father's study last night," I showed her the pictures I had taken last night.
At first, she looked lost, but she focused and realized that the runes were identical to the ones I had visions of.
"These are almost the same as the ones you…"
"I had visions about…" I completed her sentence,
She zoomed in on the images, trying to examine the similarity. She knew what they looked like because through my blood she was able to recover memories.
"Do you think your dad has something…"
"Na…"
I quickly doubted her thought, "He can't, I think this is just for research purposes."