Forgotten Poisons

Part 4

Edenil wasn't answering him, all he could hear was his voice bouncing off the dark grey walls and echoing down the seemingly endless hallways. The air around Locien was thick with moisture and he would not have been able to see his surroundings were it not for the lit torches on the walls. He struggled to remember how he got here but his memory seemed to be gone, the last thing he remembered was a sharp pain through his heart.

He could hear voices, lots of voices.

Locien started to walk quickly toward the conversations he was hearing, desperate to find someone, something, anything to explain where he was or what he was doing here far away from his usual surroundings of lush forest, the constant sound of a rushing stream in close proximity to him, the dirt between his toes and under his nails, and more importantly why he wasn't with her.

Turning down a hallway toward a large, brightly lit room, he gave a sigh of relief when he could finally start to make out the words being said by a large crowd of people. Walking closer to the room he heard laughter and the sound of music being played and when he could catch a glimpse inside the room it was full of wooden tables of all shapes and sizes, plates with food on them and pitchers full of ale.

The voices were getting louder and as he walked into the middle of the room he was surrounded by voices, singing, conversations, laughter, yet there was no source. Upon further inspection the seats were moving by themselves, the ale being poured without anyone lifting them, the instruments were making beautiful music on their own accord.

Locien's head was ringing, fear making his gut churn. He staggered backward and out into one of the other numerous hallways and started running as fast as he could to find an exit, an explaination, a reason to prove he wasn't going mad.

Two voices were slowly coming toward him though he could only hear one set of footsteps, heavily armoured. They were arguing but Locien couldn't make out any of the words being spoken, perhaps they were too far away or it was a foreign language to him. The voices came closer and he edged toward them, hiding behind a tall, grey pillar for fear of being detected.

"There is nothing any of us could have done, Valen. Those zatoasten came out from nowhere and by the time we realised what was happening it was too late." The female voice hissed and spat, clearly unhappy.

There was a low growl and Locien noticed the heavy footsteps had come to a halt. A male spoke and he sounded just as angry as the female, "We should have seen the signs. This is what happens when instead of looking to our task ahead us we talk about our pasts and get to know each other. If I had have been doing my part properly, she-"

"Valen, vrine'winith. Edenil will be fine."

Locien's body stiffened at the mention of her name.

Edenil.

"I know," the brooding voice replied, "Lets...not make a habit of this."

Locien's heart pounding in his chest, he slipped past where the voices were conversing and made his way around the corner and down the hall where the two voices had come from. In the distance he could hear the heavy footsteps walk away and the voices mentioned Edenil again after agreeing upon getting a drink and some rest as they had been ordered to do, but he didn't care to listen beyond that point. All he wanted to do was find Edenil.

His love.

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Sorry for not posting in a while! I've had a few health issues to contend with and I've been feeling sluggish this last month but I'm back and ready to keep writing! Thank you very much for the reviews so far!

zatoasten - bastards

vrine'winith - stop