Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Lucivar didn't know this area very well but knew enough that it linked all three realms together. Daemon pointed deeper into the cave. "That way. Up a head we should find a split. One tunnel leads to where we need to be and the other… We'll I'm not sure you would be welcome there."

Lucivar glared. Anger hot and bitter swelled up, 'Because I'm a half breed?"

Ah yes this was going to be so much fun. "Ah… no. Because you have open wounds and I do believe there are more than just a few demons that would like to taste the blood from them."

Demons? Did Daemon mean… surely not… "Demon dead? Why the hell are we walking through a cave with demon dead…"

"Shut up Prick. Right now I'll tell you what you need to know and some time tomorrow I'll tell you the rest. Now move your ass. I don't feel like seeing if anyone will look here for you."

Lucivar started to say something then stopped. Daemon was not acting himself… then again he seemed a little bit too… too… bossy. In fact if he didn't know any better he would have sworn Daemon was learning protocol from somewhere and taking lessons on how to deal with Eyrian Warrior on a minute to minute basis. Of course neither could be the case…

After several long minutes of only one of them making footfalls on the stone ground Lucivar stopped. "Alright Bastard what spell are you using to not make sound when you step? And when exactly are you going to teach it to me?"

Absentmindedly Daemon replied, "Air walking is craft not a spell. Jaenelle can teach it to you better than I can."

Lucivar's jaw dropped, "Air walking? And Jaenelle? Who the hell is Jaenelle?"

Now Daemon stopped and turned to his brother who by now was really getting on his nerves, there was so much to do and every moment was a moment she was in danger . Ever so carefully he reached out his hand and squeezed Lucivar's shoulder till his snake's tooth just barely press down… just enough to give the warning that it was there but not enough to pump the poison into his brother. "We're going to play a game Prick. In this game you don't ask questions and you get to live… understand?" not that he would kill his brother but he would wrap him in a web and tuck him somewhere until he could come back and retrieve him.

He looked Daemon in the eyes and knew with all his heart if he spoke one word more Daemon wouldn't hesitate to stop him "Lead the way."

"Good, you're learning puppy."

Puppy… who was he calling a puppy? If this was any one else… anyone… he would kill them… this being Daemon… and knowing he would never get past the blasted shield he couldn't.

When they reached the split just the barest amount of light was at the end of one tunnel where the other was marred in twilight. Daemon continued to the one with light then stopped when they came to the opening.

"Welcome to Kaeleer, Prick."

Kaeleer? But that was a myth… yet here he was… no. noo. It had to be a trick. Somehow they must have gone in circles or come out somewhere ….

Daemon was already air walking down the side of the mountain as if… walking down steps that only he could see.

Taking a breath and sure that the trap would snap at any given moment, Lucivar yelled down to Daemon. Where do you want me to meet you?"

The Hall would be nice if his brother knew where the hall was. Instead Daemon pointed to a clearing. "We'll catch the winds from over there."

He spread his wings and glided down to the clearing. The air was cool and crisp. The sweet scent of the mountains and the flowers below calmed him in ways nothing ever had. This had to be the Shadow realm for the nightmare that they grew up in didn't have a place that felt like this.

Daemon managed to get to the clearing just as five Eyrian warriors flew down to them. One barked, "State your business here."

Daemon cursed. Ebon Rih. Of course his uncle would have sentries watching the mountain. "I'm taking him to the hall?" " he pointed at Lucivar as he landed beside him and called his blade to his hand "However if Prince Andulvar is at his residents I would be more than happy to see him first."

"Andulvar… If you mean Prince Yaslana then sate your business."

"Look, Prince…" Daemon growled "… The business that I have with the Warlord Prince of the Territory is of the family kind. Now either inform him that we are here or get out of my damn way."

"I could…"

He held out his ring… His black ring, "If you think your Green jewel is any match for the Black… try me." Daemon's lips curled into a dangerous smile, "In fact I'll even let you take the first shot."

The warriors swayed but managed to hold their ground. Just. One of the others spoke softly, "Prince Yaslana isn't … here… at the moment. But if you give me your name I can go to the Keep and…"

"That won't be necessary. For now …" Daemon looked at the sky. "If you wish to tell him some one was looking for him fine… But I'll see him soon enough." Then to Lucivar, "Come Prick, I need to get you settled before noon."

Andulvar Yaslana was dead… Had been dead for more than 50,000 years. He knew that… Hell every Eyrien knew that. And he wanted to explain that to his pin headed brother who had just probably insulted the warriors of this territory but if he did…

"Do you trust me Prick?"

No. "Yes"

"Liar… come sit for a minute." Daemon made himself a seat of air, watched his brother look annoyed with him, waited untill Lucivar took a seat on a tree stump. "I was going to wait untill later to tell you. Not because I dodn't trust you but because of what's at stake."

"You've seen something in a web."

"Yes… and truthfully until you reminded me of where and when I was I thought the web was real and everything that had happened was unchangeable, but it was a warning to fix certain things." Daemon looked at Lucivar with a glimmer of terrified hope "we can fix it all"

"Alright, then what are we doing here? I assume there is a reason you don't want me to go with you?"

"There is but it had more to do with you needing to be here than you not needing to be with me."

"-And if you tell me more something will happen?"

No."Yes."

"Then lets get me to where ever it is I have to be so you can do what you need to do. And Daemon, when this is all over I want to know everything."

"Don't worry Prick you won't be the only one wanting a full explanation."