This is set after wolf island, story developes from there.
Disclaimer: I don't own demonata or any of the origanal characters
Chapter 1: Demonata, ambush
Suddenly a wave of magic hits me. I can feel the power in the air, the magic seeping into my pores and unlocking huge potential. I take in a deep breath, and feel the power run through me, I'm stronger and faster, and have the full powers of a magician.
I stop to think just for a moment. Somewhere a window has opened, and presumably it's close by. Another demon attack, they're starting to happen with increasing frequency now. Maybe it really is the end of the world, if the demons just keep coming. But for now we can stop them, cover every location at which they appear. Windows don't stay open for long anyway.
I let out a loud commanding howl, summoning my pack to my side. These are creatures of magic, created from a tainted blood line. All of them are the strongest and fastest, and have also been synthetically augmented, by a corrupted sector of the lambs.
We're standing in the streets of a city. Not sure where we are exactly. There have been a lot of demon attacks lately, and a few people are starting to believe in them. Here however, the local population have been told there's a bomb in the city, planted by a terrorist group. The whole area has been evacuated.
My pack had been flown in, by a jet owned by contacts of the disciples. Along with me, Bec, Meera, Kirilli and Dervish. Also several soldiers are joining us to assist. Although, they're not very affective at combating demons, they can do some damage, and kill some demons, but they're vulnerable compared to a mage.
As for Kernal... we haven't seen him in a while. He disappeared not long ago, no one seems to know what happened. Dervish, Bec and Kirilli say that they saw him for a second, wrestling with a zombie, standing next to a window, and then the zombie exploded, and they're unsure whether kernel did too, but the window had gone.
I see the approaching demons now, and also hear their advance. They won't have expected to find the whole place deserted, and worse, they've found themselves ambushed. They expected there to be countless humans to slaughter. But all there is to greet them is my pack of werewolves, and some support from mages and soldiers.
I lower my head and growl, most of my pack do the same. The demons, in all their variety are getting closer. Revealing them in their horrific appearance. Looking very dangerous, a collection of stolen shapes. They are also somewhat ridiculous, such combinations of limbs, that could only be held together by magic.
I charge, and pack follows.
The mages and soldiers hold back, leaving me and my pack to take the main force of the demons
I close in on the first demon, it has the body of a bear, but with three snake heads. As I get closer, I lash out and grab one of the heads. I rip of the snake and throw it onto the ground. The rest of the heads hiss at me, and the body goes wild.
One of the massive arms swings at me in an outrage. I catch the beasts arm and then sink my fangs into the fresh. The snakes hiss again, the closest they're going to be to a yell and the other arm swings at me. I catch the second blow with my other arm.
With both arms in my grasp the snake eyes glare at me with hate, and the body goes wild again, trying to shake out of my grip. One of the heads spits acid at me, this is unexpected but I turn it to water just before it hits me. I end up getting a spash of water in my face.
I release the grip on one of the beasts arms and throw a punch at it's chest. My claws rip through the skin and dig into the flesh. Then I unleash a powerful bolt of magic, staright into the demons body. They huge demon explodes, and I find myself showered in demonic blood, nice!
The next demon attacks straight away. This one is bigger than the last, like a beetle, but huge. I dodge the pincers, so big and sharp they could take of an arm.
I paralyse the pincers with magic. The demon tries to attack, but then realises it's pincers aren't working. The giant beetle shakes it's head incomprehensibly, trying to get it's paralysed pincers to work.
I jump onto the massive creatures back. The shell is slippery, so I dig the claws of my feet into the shell. I pound at the shell with one of my fists. This yields no results so I raise both my hands, and then slam down with huge force.
My fists smash through the shell, and a loud shriek comes from the demon. I ignore it and start to radiate heat from my fists. The demon shrieks again and starts to shake around, trying to get me off its armoured back.
I stream fire into its insides. The inside of the giant beetle burns with speed. The giant demon shakes around a few times before dropping dead. I jump down from its back. Almost immediately I feel a sharp pain in my back.
I realised a spiked object has gone right through me. I growl and send powerful electric shock through the sharp limb. A hear a loud squawk behind me and the spike is withdrawn.
I turn the face the attacking demon. It has the body of a lion, but the head of an eagle. It also has a long sharp tail, like that of a scorpion. With another sqawk the demon charges at me. I swing one of my arms at the creature. I catch the demons' throat with my claws, and they rip through.
Blood pours out of the wound, but the demon is far from dead. The tail lashes around wildly until it makes a lunge for me. This time I grab the tail before it hits me. I send another electric shock through the demon.
I keep my grip on the lion's scorpion tail, and increase the power of the shock until it's blood boils and bursts from the skin. I'm left holding the tattered remains of the demons tail, I throw it to the ground.
I face the next demon. It resembles a spider, however it's about the same size I am and has no eyes, but a collection of eight mouths. It runs towards me on what must be at least ten pairs of legs.
I fire a bolt of magic at the advancing demon. The creature is driven back slightly. I unleash several more bolts of magic. I'm about finish off the beast, but then unexpectedly it pounces at me.
The large body collides into me and tackles me to the ground. It's many legs wrap around me, and hold in a vice like lock. All eight mouths bit into me. I howl in pain. I think quickly and react, and make my skin red hot. The legs wrapped around me are unable to hold without being burnt off.
The giant spider releases me quickly, shaking on its ten burnt legs and I smash a fist into it's the top of the creature. All of its legs sprawl outward and the spider collapses onto the ground. I lunge at it with both hands, dig my claws into the creature and then rip outward, opening several huge wounds in the creature.
I fire two more bolts of magic in quick succession at the injured demon to finish it off.
Two more demons advance on me. Both look the same, they have the body of a horse, a huge crocodile tail, and the head is just an oversized mouth, designed to fit in as much teeth as possible.
One of them charges at me and latches onto my arm. I howl in pain and pound at the head with my free arm. I change the shape of the arm that in its mouth, and grow several huge sharp protrusions. The sharp spikes penetrate through the large head, and blood starts to pour from the head.
The demon however is now stuck onto my arm, both by its teeth, and the huge spikes that penetrate straight through the beast's head. The other one charges at me, and I fire several bolts of magic to keep it back.
I twist my spiked arm sharply, and the demon's head attached to hit, moves with my arm, resulting in the head ripping off. I continue to fire bolts of magic at the second creature, while the first one goes mad, and the crocodile tail, starts to thrash around wildly.
I'm hit twice. The first time, several ribs are fractured, and the second time my back is hit with the same kind of force. Upon the third strike I grab it's huge tail and use magic to set the demon on fire.
The demon I'd fired the bolts at, takes the last hit it can withstand, and the demon dies. I point one of my hands at the one on fire, and intensity of the heat increases, and the flames rise higher. The demon shrieks one last time, and then drops to the ground. I knock the demon head and shrink the protrusions.
I raise my clawed hands and growl, like I'm daring the world. However I notice there're no demons left to fight. Most of my werewolves are ahead of me, I'd let myself fall behind, caught up fighting demons.
I howl and charge forward, eager to kill more demons before the fight is over.
In the distance I see one of my werewolves locked into combat with demon, with many limbs, all lined with blades. I concentrate on the demon and send an invisible wave of magic at it. One of its limbs, explode. The creature cries angrily, and lashes out at the werewolf it's fighting. I explode all of the creature's attacking limbs.
The demon cries again, and the werewolf yelps with delight and tackles the beast to the ground and rips it to pieces.
I turn to look at the window. A demon flies through it. It really did fly, it has wings.
It's not the only one though, several flying demons start to pour through the window. I howl at them and charge towards the window.
I close in, and jump up, grabbing one of the flying creatures with my fangs and dragging it to the ground. The beast yells at me angrily. I slash at the demon with my claws. The demon shakes, but I hold on and rip the demon to shreds.
I fire two bolts of magic in quick succession on another of the flying demons. The creature loses control of its flight and falls to the ground where my werewolves are awaiting it.
Most of the other flying demons stay up high and start to spit acid down. I concentrate and deflect most of the attacks to the side. They slam into buildings and start to burn through the concrete walls. Some hit the road and dig themselves into the tarmac.
One of my werewolves is hit, with a yelp it recoils, and quickly I turn the acid into water.
Then suddenly I hear the loud crackling of gun fire. The soldiers have opened fire upon the flying beasts. Several are hit with the rifle fire. They scream as the bullets rip into them and them fall to the ground were the awaiting werewolves rip them to pieces.
The gun fire continues, and several of the demons die before they even hit the ground. The ones that haven't been hit by the guns spit down more acid in anger. I deflect the acid and send it straight back at the source. The demons find themselves hit with their own acid, they scream angrily and fall to the ground.
The flying demons find themselves outmatched by the soldiers. The number in the sky start to reduce rapidly and the demons find themselves ripped apart by the bullets.
One of the demons fly straight at me, I'm about to knock it from the sky when I realise it's not heading for me, but the window. I turn around to look at the window, I let the demons escape. The window is starting to shimmer and ripple at the edges, and it's blue colour is starting to mix with others.
All of a sudden the demons start to retreat to their own universe of horrors. They're out of time, and if the window closes before they reach it, they'll be stranded here, and they'll die within minutes.
My pack howls with delight and start to give chase. With their backs turned to the werewolves, several are caught and killed during their retreat. I watch, and then run to the side when I realise I'm standing directly in front of the window.
With the demons retreating our resistance force is now in full control. Even the soldiers start to charge forward, yelling at the demons and firing they're guns.
The window ripples once more and then blinks out of existence.
One of the demons that almost made it stops and shrieks at the space where the window stood. Gun fire rips the creature apart, and it's not about to put itself together.
The magic fades from the air and some of the demons that didn't make it collapse. The over sized limbs weighing them down, several start to get crushed under their own weight. The magic that held the beasts together is now fading from the air.
I howl to summon my werewolf pack to me. They start to gather around me, and I assess their injuries. Most are uninjured, or only with some minor injuries, a few have some bad injuries, however is seems all have survived this fight at least.
With the remaining power in the air I heal them the best I can, I focus on the worst of the injuries of my pack. It's not really my speciality, but I'm a magician, there's not much I can't do, and I don't need to be good at healing. I just need to tend to the serious injuries, and prevent any deaths, the werewolves will heal quickly and fully on their own.
They may not be true creatures of magic like the demonata, but they are much tougher than any human, and most are more powerful than mages. My pack always win anyway, the only demonata we have fought o far are familiars. Weak demonata, none of them can use magic the way that mages can, all that these demons can do is hold their bodies together.
This is the reason why we have to be very quick to eliminate the demons that come through windows. If the mage who created the window is allowed to live, the window will get stronger and become able to allow stronger demonata through.
Thankfully this rarely happens with a window, if the demons wanted to make a true invasion attempt, they'd have to open a tunnel. If a tunnel opened when we would have to close it as soon as we can. Tunnels just keep getting stronger, and if the masters start getting through then we're finished. Masters are far stronger than magicians, so mages will be no match against a demon master. Not even me and my pack cold take down a master; or maybe we could, but we wouldn't be able to fight two, and one maybe too much for us to handle.
Things are looking ok for this particular attack. Not too much damage. The road is covered in holes, created from the acid. This whole section will have to be torn up and then relayed. There's some acid damage to the surrounding buildings as well, but it's minor, will only take some small repair work. Apart from that there's bodies of the demonata everywhere.
Chapter 2: Preparation
An hour after the demon attack and I'm eating a meal with Dervish, Bec, Kirilli and Meera. There are also a few connections of the disciples, Timas and Mark, and also Prae Athim is still with us. After the threat of the demonata, the lambs are now helping the disciples. At first the lambs wanted to use this opportunity to study the demonata, which could help lead to some major breakthroughs, but after the threat became series they've started to work for the disciples.
Mark is one of the connections of the disciples. He's in the army and is in charge of all of the soldiers that are travelling with us. There is a also a group of lambs who take care of the werewolves when I'm in my human form. Right now they're being fed and contained in a warehouse.
"You're looking better Grubbs," says Dervish, referring to my fully human form.
"So are you!" I laugh. He truly is looking better, he always wants to join in the fight against the demonata whenever there's a attack. I don't let him, not that I can really stop him, unless I physically stopped him.
The magic that is in the air when the demons attack is good for him. Though every time it fades he looks and feels slightly better than before. In a few months he will have recovered completely from his heart attack.
"I have received recent intelligence of a demonata attack in the middle of the Australian desert." Says Mark.
"When is the window due to open?" Asks Dervish
"Ah, well, the thing is Mr Grady... it opened 32 hours ago."
Everyone looks up at this, and Mark is looking a little awkward. "What?" I ask "how come no one knew?"
"We do know" says Mark unhelpfully.
"Why haven't you received information about this sooner?" Enquires Dervish
"Like before the attack!" I cut in
"I can only make a guess on that. I presume it's because it's in the middle of the dessert, not very many people live there."
"Then we should make that our next destination," says Timas.
"Perhaps" says Mark "but there's an attack coming soon in Argentina."
"Windows don't stay open for 32 hours" says Meera.
"Of course!" I say suddenly "are you sure it isn't a tunnel?"
"The intelligence reports a large two dimensional green rectangle, surrounded by demonata forces, I know no more than that."
"Sounds like a window," says Dervish.
The only tunnel I've ever come across is in the cave back at Carcerly Vale. It required a lodestone and a human sacrifice. (Bill-E, I'm so sorry Bill-E) a key, that's the human, and they become part of the tunnel. Tunnels stay open indefinitely; they keep getting stronger, allowing stronger and stronger demons through.
"There may be a mage keeping it open" says Dervish "either that or it's a tunnel."
"Well there's a window due to open in Argentina is roughly 22 hours, so it's up to you where to go next," says Mark.
"Well, if it's a tunnel then the demonata have found a lodestone." Says Dervish "however it must be opened by a mage, and they wouldn't choose the middle of a desert, they'd choose the most densely populated place they can find."
"Perhaps" says Meera "unless they've tried to sneak through; under the radar, the tunnel can build unopposed, once it reaches a certain strength, stronger demons will get through."
"Whether it's a window or a tunnel, we should go there next," I say.
"What about the other attack?" Asks Mark.
"We either get there on time or we don't, but this thing in the desert, it's more important."
"Grubbs is right, by now the demonata getting through are going to be stronger than what we're used to."
We stop discussing the demon invasion in the dessert. We'll be going there as soon as everyone is ready, and Mark says he'll work on a tactic. Hell! We don't need a tactic! This isn't a regular war, Mark's war tactics are just not going to work the way he's used to. We're at war with the demonata, this is like nothing humans are used to, only the disciples know what they're doing.
One thing that we try not to mention is the desperation of the situation. This isn't a war we can win, we are only holding on for as long as we can. But at least we can defend our planet! They can attack as much as they like, but we'll be waiting, and we will not go down without a fight, and as long as we can keep up, we won't go down.
We stop talking about the demons, just to get it off our minds. It really can't be healthy thinking about fighting demons all the time.
I really enjoy just talking about something other than our fight for humanity. Bec does most of the talking, even though she seems a little shy. She has the most to tell, about her life, so long ago, when things were so different. She tells of her life before the attacks of course.
Back in her time there was more magic in the air. Still very thin compared to the magic charged realms of the demonata universe. But there was more magic than there is today. As a result the past mages are stronger than our own, only slightly, and only due to the greater supply of accessible energy.
I don't have much to say, and I don't want to talk. Kirilli has a lot to say but no one is really interested in listening to him. He's a little unsure of himself when it comes to a fight. He's much better now than he was upon our first fight. Still he's not as confident the other mages, and much less confident than the soldiers.
In a few hours I'm feeling different. Not better exactly, as a during the fight I was feeling great. However that's only because I'm part werewolf, now I'm in my human form I don't enjoy fights. In my human form I want to talk to people, forget about my worries and just feel human.
In another couple of hours it's dark outside and the city centre is no longer completely abandoned. Mark and a group of soldiers set of a "controlled explosion" in the middle of the road where the remains of the fight are. It's to explain the damage, by covering it up in some real major damage, and to fit the story of the terrorist attack.
We're in a rather awkward position, where a few people believe in demons and everyone has heard the conspiracy. Some people believe it while most people don't, which is logical. However most people are sure something is going on, while most just continue with their lives and remain intrigued and curious, a few dismiss it as a joke.
Either way the disciples have decided to carry on covering up demon attacks, at least for the time being. It's becoming rather difficult though, very recently the attacks are rather frequent, and it's becoming very hard work. Soon though the disciples say that it won't be necessary. They may just stop their work to speed up the process of human realisation.
We moved to a four star hotel, and kept the werewolves where they were, Prae Athim and some soldiers went to tend to them. I smile to myself, imagining them starting howl. That! Will scare the locals, the night becoming alive with the howls of my werewolves. It is a little convenient having to hide everything, but that's is slowly changing.
Earlier the city centre was a ghost town. Everything evacuated to smaller villages and towns and the outskirts of the city. I'm glad all the residents are back, the city has a nice feel about it now. I don't like the empty cities, it gives an apocalyptic feel, and that is exactly what I don't want when fighting demons, a suggestion that they might win.
I'm standing in my room. It's quite late now, and we decided to sleep for while before moving to the dessert. It's precious time we're wasting, but it's already been open for 32 hours, would another 15 or so do much harm, well it probably would. We still need our sleep though, we're not living in a zone of magic.
I have the lights on, I know I should get some sleep and I want to, but I'm finding it difficult. So instead I decide to go for a walk, explore the city a little, try to clear my mind of all thoughts.
I take the key to my room and put it in my pocket and then make my way to the exit of the hotel. "When you come back," says the receptionist while I'm on my way out "please be quiet, most be people are asleep; thank you."
The receptionist looks awkward for second while he considers whether his comment was a little rude. I just nod to him and walk out of the hotel into the cool night air.
The sky is dark but only a few stars are visible along with a half moon. There's too much light pollution to see many stars. But that doesn't bother me, I prefer being in a city, I don't really care for star constellations.
I start walking. Even for the middle of the night it's pretty busy. There are several people walking about, not nearly as many as the day, but more than there would be in Carcerly Vale.
The streets are lit up in a familiar orange glow from the dozens of street lamps than line up along the roads and streets and off into the distance. The high rise apartments and buildings are lit up from a few windows, giving further illumination to the night.
There a rows of buildings, consisting of shops hotels, like the one I'm staying in and other buildings. Most of the shops have closed for the night, the shutters down and the lights off. However there are still illuminated signs on most, advertising their speciality, low prices, large range of products and that sort of thing.
I start walking. I know exactly where I'm going, it's about a kilometre away. I follow one of the lines of buildings. I like the feel of the cold air on my face. The darkness is comforting in a way, along with the numerous lights, so it's not true darkness. Also there are a few people around.
I walk along the side path along one of the main roads. Every ten seconds or so a car comes zooming past. The rear lights standing out for a few seconds and then fading into the array of the city lights until they disappear completely from view.
In a few minutes I reach my destination. I turn a corner to the right and stare at the scene before me.
It's the location of the previous fight. There's a lot more damage here than caused by the real event. Now the road is completely ruined, there's a crater right in the middle where the explosion was detonated.
The two surrounding buildings only had acid damage to the concrete foundations. Now they are in a complete wreck. Every single window has been shattered, giving the buildings a skeletal look. The street does look like it's been devastated by a bomb.
The whole street has been cut off from the rest of the city. Yellow tape has been put up around both sides, and it has also been barricaded with traffic cones. I look at the destruction for a few seconds, a few memories of the fight coming back to me. But the memories are strange, I wasn't fully human at the time, it's like remembering flashes of a dream.
I turn my back on the wrecked street and walk to a drinks stand. I order a cup of coffee and then return to my previous position and stare at the street once more. I let my mind wander wile I drink the coffee and stare out at the street but don't really see anything.
After a few minutes I'm aware of someone walking up to me. I presume they're just getting a better look at the scene that appears to have me captivated.
I listen to the approaching footsteps until the man is standing right next to me. He gazes out at the wreckage of the road. "Hi," he says. I pause for a for a few moments and then reply "Hi."
The man continues to look out at the scene in front of him. I look at him and sip my coffee. Then he turns to face me and stares straight into my eyes. "There was a demon attack here wasn't there?"
I pause and look at him, holding the cup of coffee just below my nose. My mind races for something to say. What approach do I take? Tell him that demons aren't real? But that just seems foolish. But what about telling him the truth? Wouldn't that also be foolish?
I can't just stay silent, that's like a reply in itself. If I don't deny the existence of demons, or don't call him crazy then I'll be confirming his question. I wouldn't ever consider telling someone that demons are real. However I've never been in a situation like this before. Also things are a little different now.
So after a long pause I stare straight back at him and say "yes."
He glances away closes his eyes and nods. He stares back at the road in front of him in what seems to be a state of bewilderment.
"I thought so," he says quietly.
I take another sip of my coffee and glance at him. "Who are you?" I ask.
He stays looking ahead of him, but his eyes glance to the side.
He turns to face me again and frowns. "Who am I?" He asks.
Yes you, who else? Idiot. "Who are you?" He asks me in return.
"You first" I say and shake my head.
"All right, my name is Peter Johnson."
"You know; that's not quite what I meant."~
"What did you mean then?" He asks and he seems to be genuinely confused.
"Most people don't ask whether there was a demon invasion earlier in the day."
"Well, I see the world for what it is."
"How do you know about demons?" I ask.
"There are times when I do unexplained things, and they always occur before the appearance of another demon story."
A smile to myself, a mage then. I wander what to do now. Should I introduce him to the disciples. They need all the help they can get. However it would not be fair on this man to get introduced so forcefully with the world of the demonata.
"Are you going to answer my question?" Enquires Peter.
"What do you want to know?" I ask quietly.
"I asked who you were."
After a moment's pause I say "my name is Grubbs."
He raises an eyebrow, it's a strange name I know. At least it's better than my full name which is truly awful. I realise the name probably sounded like a lame on the spot fake. I smile to myself.
"Like you said, it's not quite what I meant; you know?"
"You must have some idea, after all you knew I was involved in the demon attack."
"I can sense it," says Peter "something about you, that's like me."
We stay silent for a few moments. If I get Peter any more involved in this mess, he won't get back out. There's no point getting him any more involved in the demonata than he already is. He may be curious, but it's better if he stays slightly in the dark than face the full horror of the demonata.
I make a decision and start to head off. "Well, bye then," calls Peter after me.
"Goodbye." I say loud enough for him to hear.
He doesn't try to stop me or shower me with questions. I haven't even answered his last question. I know I acted conspicuously, but so what? It doesn't matter any way. Peter will always know there is more top the world. Hopefully it will remain just him. However I fear more people will come to realise the existence of the demonata and more people will have awakened magic potential.
I arrive back at the hotel after fifteen minutes of walking. I open the door and the receptionist looks up from a newspaper he's reading. "Welcome" he says. Then he goes back to his newspaper. Ok, I think, that was a long conversation.
I go over to the lift and select our floor. We have a lot of people with us, and have taken up almost the whole floor, and this is no small hotel. There are a few people tending to the werewolves (aren't they lucky) but the rest of the soldiers are staying here.
I arrive on our floor and start walking down the corridor. The whole section is lit and there is some light escaping under the doors of a few rooms. Most however are dark, by now must people should be asleep. I should be asleep now, soon I'll be fighting demons again, in the desert. I don't like that thought. I know that when I'm in werewolf form I'll enjoy the fight, and look forward to it. However at the moment; it just holds no appeal.
As I'm walking, I pass an open door. "Can't sleep?" Asks a voice. I pause and look to my left. It's Bec's room, she's sitting on the bed facing the door.
I pause for a moment wondering what to say, "no," I say, thinking. Well, actually I'm now back after taking doing something to help me sleep. "I can't sleep, not right now." She says.
"Why not," I ask absent mind idly, and then frown at my own question.
"I usually have trouble sleeping" She asks.
"Why?"
"Well... mainly because I don't want to."
"Well that would explain it." I laugh. "But why?"
"I've spent so long in state that counts as neither, it feels good just to be awake."
"You should sleep; you need to."
"Do you dream?" She asks.
"Of course, everyone does."
"I... don't, usually, I wish I could," she says and the she closes her eyes as if concentrating on something.
"You don't dream?" I ask.
"No, or at least not often."
"Well, it's not like you'd remember it, even if you did."
She smiles at this, "I would."
I feel her hand on my shoulder. I think nothing of it at first. It feels so casual, not jumping out as out of place. Then suddenly a thought hits me. There is something else that I can't feel. She's absorbing my memories!
I step back, suddenly in a complete panic. Distressed that she might have learned of Juni's prophecy. Also I'm angry about what she just did. It's just so discrete, cunning, almost sinister. She can just reach out and steal my memories, in a flash. Oh no! Just how fast does she do it? How much does she know now?
This is a complete violation of trust, it's not like I can steal her memories in return.
"What?" I ask loudly, stepping back.
She looks bewildered.
"What did you do?" I ask.
"What...?" She seems confused.
"What do want to know!" I shout angrily.
"What?" She says sounding confused and upset.
I don't take your memories."
"No, but..." then she opens her arms "you can trust me I don't have any secrets."
"Well I don't have any sec..." I stop there, I'm telling a direct lie and she knows it.
"Look... I don't believe what Juni said..."
"How much did you take?" I ask distressed.
"Look, I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to take your memories." She says.
I consider what she said. Maybe she's telling the truth, but in a way it doesn't matter. Either way she took some of my memories, and most importantly the one about Juni's prophecy. Hell! It's the only thing I have to hide, the only secret I had, and now Bec knows.
"You don't believe Juni?" I ask cautiously.
"No; and neither should you, there's always the chance to choose."
"I'm sorry," she says "I didn't mean to take your memories."
"No, that's ok, I shouldn't of kept that secret... but..."
Bec holds her arms out again. I hug her.
I feel better to no longer have the secret. I don't have to hide it anymore, right now, I'm not hiding anything. I can't imagine what it's like for Bec. In a few seconds she'll know my life almost as well as I do.
A few minutes later and I'm in bed, and this time I'll sleep.
Bec is in my room. She said she spent so much time alone in the cave, that she can't dream. I find trouble relating the two, but I sort of understand. She said that if she wasn't alone she may be able to dream, or at least sleep.
I'm glad for the company, even I can't see her, I know she's there, if I listen hard enough, I can hear her breathing. There aren't two beds in this room. She was going to take some of the bedding, but instead I just moved the entire thing using magic. I could of just as easily picked it up and carried it through. Being a lycan and a magician comes in handy.
"Do you think Kernal's alive?" I ask into the darkness.
"I don't know, we aren't sure."
"What do you think?"
"If the shadow had his piece of the Kah Gash, I think we'd know about it."
"I think you're right." I say.
After several minutes of silence I say "Bec?"
I wait for an answer, but there is none. I smile to myself, I'm glad she's asleep.
If annyone is actually reading this, I'll update