The Neverseen of Neverseen

(what happened behind the scenes of Lodestar)

Chapter one ( Jay's POV )

I breathed in deeply, letting the cool breeze drift through my hair as I closed my eyes and ignored the sound of Fintan's breathing behind me.

"Guarding our safehouse I see. Glad that the wolves sent their best to help us out." Fintan said quietly.

I snarled under my breath.

Fintan laughed. "We have recently recruited a new member to our cause, I want you to look after him, teach him the basics, and so forth. Show him around, take him under your wing. I'm sure you are familiar with this sort of thing?"

I breathed a small sigh, seeing there was no point of fighting it. "Certainly. I will see to it that he is taught the basics and shown who not to mess with," I replied sarcastically. "When do I meet him?" I inquired carefully.

Fintan grinned his ghastly grin. "Right now," he said with an unnerving edge to his voice. The insane pyrokinetic opened the door to the roof, where I had been peacefully trying to relax, and ordered a tall, blonde, ice blue-eyed elf to come forward.

"Come, Keefe, and meet your teacher."

The young elf stepped forward cautiously, as if he thought I was going to attack.

"Hello, I'm-" the young boy was cut off by a resounding smack from Fintan. I winced, knowing that it would not only leave a mark, but also a bruise. I myself knew the pain of this reprimand from Fintan. He was strong, not to mention a pyrokinetic. The boy was lucky; Fintan had only smacked him, not burned him. I mentally shuddered.

"What did I tell you about only speaking when spoken to?!" Fintan asked with a snarl. "I thought your father had perhaps taught you better. But I suppose not."

Keefe looked down meekly as Fintan gave his last orders and left.

Feeling bad for this poor young elf, knowing he was probably here against his will, I smiled at him gently. "Hello, what is your name?"I asked as though I were speaking to a terrified creature.

No response.

"It's all right, i won't hurt you. I believe that actually you are my superior in this situation. But don't go getting any ideas," I said, hoping I sounded convincing.

Finally, the young boy spoke.

"My name is Keefe."

"Good, are you wondering what my name is?"

He nodded quickly.

"So, then ask me." I commanded. He nodded.

"So what is your name?"

"My name is Blue Jay, but you can call me Swift. Swift Arrow. Let me rephrase: Call me Swift. Nothing else."

"Perfect. When do we start my training?" Keefe asked quietly with a smirk.

"Right now" I smirked. Let's do this. I know he won't last a moment in my training. Nobody does.