Bo

Every weapon from her box that she could manage was pushed into the trunk of her car, swords, daggers, brass knuckles and her most prized possession a picture of her family. Kenzi, Lauren, Dyson and Trick. All of them were the closest thing she had. She hadn't met her mother or father, but something always told her it would be a bad idea to get mixed up in the very people that gave up on her in the first place. Her Camero roared into existence, powering down the street tyre marks skidding on the tarmac. Bo stared in her rear view mirror making sure no one was watching as she sped around the corner rushing to the school. The Dal was closed on weekends, all the students were allowed out, but could stay in their dorms. The classrooms were off limits except by appointment. Bo parked up the car, grabbed her leather jacket and black fingerless gloves and slammed the door. With a beep the car locked, she half jogged down the main path to the giant doors and quickly rushed through. Freshly mowed grass filled her nose and she felt at ease in all her chaotic thoughts. The door was rough on her soft hands as she pushed in, stepping onto the hard ancient rock floor. Her foot falls echoing in the hall, the eternal tapping of the pixies fingers on the keys were not there, instead a sign saying that they will be back on Monday. The glass doors opened themselves as though the building new her power and force.

"Trick I need you." Bo burst into Trick's office, Dr Lauren Lewis stood aside a desk of papers, reading through some exam questions her hand poised half way through turning a pager. Her head looked up and she smiled at Bo. Dyson stood in a corner playing with a ancient maps globe spinning it in its holder. Trick was sat nervously writing in his journal.

"Hey Bo." Lauren said coming over to hug Bo, they both embraced and stepped back slowly, Bo still holding Lauren's arms. The pressure in her head seemed to relax.

"How was Sweden?" Bo asked, letting go in a friendly manner.

"Oh it was fantastic, I swam with Killer Whales for a project they were working on, regrowing whole limbs from just a few stem cells in no time at all, whales without fins suddenly found themselves growing new ones in a week! Amazing work-"

"I love it when you geek out." Bo said, winking and walked over to Dyson and hugging him too, she looked to the floor. Even just a few days felt like decades when she was away from her family. Trick stopped writing a constant strain on his face. Dyson smiled, and continued playing with the globe staring at all the magical places he has been with his travels.

"Tamsin?" Trick asked. He stood up, Dyson stopped playing, Lauren put the paper down and came over to the desk followed by Dyson.

"Something strange happened, I told you Trick, but the rest don't know." Bo said, standing in a serious manner her voice not wavering.

"What's happened?" Dyson asked, Lauren returned her face to serious also, staring with anticipation for what would come next. Trick gritted his teeth and tensed his jaw, but remained silent.

"Tamsin, she is gone. Miss Valkirk the new History teacher-" Bo realised no one had the same connection to her that she did. "-anyway it doesn't matter, we are friends and we were in the Morrigans office and there was this deafening sound, it was like my ears were burning and my ear drums bursting. Tamsin was taken guys, she was taken by a man they call Scarlet, or Odin or the Wanderer or something. The name doesn't matter but what does is that this guy is really bad news.

"Baba-ye-ga bad?" Dyson asked concerned.

"Worse than the Garuda."

"And that's badass-bad!" Kenzi said as she walked into the room. "Trick called me."

"Exactly Kenz, this guy is bad news and he took Tamsin. She is something like Odin's warrior?"

"Did you just saw Odin's warrior?" Lauren asked.

"Could that sentence be mistaken for some other sentence?" Bo said, Lauren blushed a little and stopped, feeling Da Ja Vu.

"This man, Scarlet could mean and probably will be the end to the world as we know it. The end of the Fae, the end of the humans, the end of all of us. This man feeds off of war, corruption, devastation. He is before my time, I barely know anything but what I can gather from legends." Trick stated, worriedly rubbing his hands.

"I've heard of him, a Light elder used to talk of him when he forgot to take his medication. Scarlet scared even the toughest and most resilient Fae." Lauren added. "Hold on I have something." Lauren pulled out a book that Trick missed after looking on the shelves at the back of the dark cramped room. "There is a tale in here of a man they called the God, but it was mistranslated I think, I think they are actually talking about Odin. Its Arabic but I can translate." Lauren began looking at the text getting a feel for the words before she began. Dyson, Trick and Bo all stood together waiting for the tale to begin. Lauren cleared her throat and started.

"Billions of moons ago a man stood and began the world. In His left hand he created life form grains of sand; men, women, children, and animals. In his right hand He created land, mountains, grass, and oceans. From His mouth he spat into the oceans, and life was created again, except these animals were bound to water. He clapped His hands and the world began, like a boat pushed out to sea to sail. After many Full Moons He became restless and starving, the world He created took his own life. He was more important than the lives He created. He created one more life, a Warrior to destroy the world. He became hungry and ate it in one mouthful His warrior supplying the plate. From this day He was cursed to never be satisfied in hunger, He would die with a full stomach feeling empty. His warrior was banished, for He believed she has cursed Him. The warrior would wander without a space to rest, whilst the man created worlds just to destroy them."

Bo stood still, Dyson's hand was on his chin rubbing and thinking. Lauren looked at the book and the image it portrayed a man with bright eyes looking down on a world that was flat with life running away for he would eat it.