The Dark Path We Follow
Chapter 8
"Leslie!? You can't be serious" Seth gasped, shock being an understatement.
"Very serious Seth." Niall murmured. "Zaria saw her kidnap Aislinn's grandmother and kidnap the guards. And I trust she wouldn't lie about this"
"Is she working with Irial then…?" Seth stared into his coffee mug of jasmine tea.
The dark king shook his head, "We don't know yet, I have every one of my fey on the look out for Leslie, if they see her… They catch her and bring her to me. I will find out what's going on."
"You even have Zaria looking?" the high court fey eyed his friend.
Niall shifted in his seat. "No. Zaria is keeping an eye on Aislinn."
Seth's gray galaxy filled gaze looked alarmed. "What? Why my Aislinn?"
"I haven't informed the summer monarchs of anything. So Zaria is watching to see if they have any connection to what's going on"
"Are you sure it's not because you don't want her around if they find Leslie?" Seth muttered. The Gancanagh glared darkly but, said nothing. "Zaria is a sensitive fey Niall, whether she shows it or not. If she finds that she not only lost Irial but, you as well…"
"Seth, there is nothing between her and I, please dismiss this matter"
Seth played with his lip ring and sighed, "fine. So is that all you called me for?"
Niall's eyes looked distant, "yes, I wanted you to be aware that if you see the Death Bringer around Keenan's loft she isn't there to harm anyone."
"Alright, if that all then I'm leaving." Silver threads glittered from Seth's skin as he got up and left the Crow's Nest.
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I wasn't really watching the summer monarchs very well. I knew they had nothing to do with that mysterious "Leslie" person. But, I did know Niall only sent me to watch the loft because he didn't want me around the palace.
He had all the dark court faeries looking for this girl and he carried a picture of her with him. I could see he cared a whole hell of a lot about her, judging by stories, so had Irial. I studied the finger nails on my glamour. Maybe I should've just let my skin petrify again… Too bad the Dark court wasn't weak enough to allow me to do so.
I glanced up and watched a human male, who looked to be around twenty but, who can ever tell with these creatures? He was sitting on a bench rubbing his finger in circular motions on the electronic device that had a thin tentacle, which branched into two, coming from it and continuing to his ears. He looked a bit sad so I walked over and walked in front of him in order to sit at his side. The man's eyes only glanced at me for a second but, never really registered I was there. When a woman around his same age walked up and smiled at him however, he was all happy. The woman had a ring on her finger, all flashy diamonds and such. The two walked off together like a picture perfect moment. I got kind of sick
My jaw locked. Stupid humans. Stupid world. Stupid love. I always got the short end of the stick… At this point I'd be happy to be a shade. But, no. I was the Death Bringer! Being heart broken was no reason to allow my talents to go to waste. No… I would find this "Leslie" and find out what was truly going on. I'm not going to allow Niall to keep me from the search everyone else was on. Besides, I was pretty sure who she was targeting next… and I couldn't let that happen.
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Seth was pacing his home, back and forth, from living room down the short hallway to his bedroom door and back again. He couldn't believe it. Leslie? Really? To be honest with himself it wasn't at all surprising she'd come back. But, for her to come back and start a war against fey! That was astounding.
She was targeting humans now though… the most recent being Aislinn's Gran and her other two friends. Why? Leslie couldn't possibly do all this destruction alone. Someone had to be helping her. And that someone was no doubt the ex-Dark court king…
There was a soft knock on his door. He froze mid step and looked at the door, hoping X-ray vision would kick it. No luck. He strode to the door and opened it, then froze… again. "Leslie?"
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By the time I mad it to Seth's place, I was too late. There had been a struggle in his living room, plates were broken, a chair, and a tea pot all scattered a cross the floor. Iron clung to the lining of my throat. But, I didn't care. I clutched the threshold of the front door. I was too late. I was no use to anyone anymore.
How could I let her get him!? I would not forgive this. If I ever get my hands on this "Leslie" I will kill her. Seth was my only friend and now he was gone. I was alone with my thoughts and… well that's never a good thing.
I stormed off toward the palace to find Niall. He had to know. This was his fault as well! "Niall!" I growled as I walked up to his throne.
"Zaria, your sup--"
"She took Seth! Are you happy!? I sent me to watch the summer court for no reason, when instead I could've been protecting him. Or hunting her. I know you care about her my lord but, she's killed your fey. And she's kidnapped your friend!" I took a breath, trying to calm my rage. It didn't work. "So what are you going to do now? Send me back to watch Aislinn and Keenan while you look for your beloved Leslie? Or actually do something to protect your court and save your friend. Who is under your protect if I recall correctly." I was breathing heavily, anger was radiating from me.
Niall looked unfazed. He had a good "poker face", I believe that's what it's called. "Zaria." He smirked, "I believe you remember… Irial"
I remember a time when life was simple. Then I started highschool and was like. WTF?
Being a Junior I've started to notice how annoying freshmen are... and I've also got the same stress as a Senior.
But, have no fear. Writing is was makes my stress go away.
Oh and now that my rant is over...
OMG Irial biznatch! :D
Thats a good piece uh man you got thur mmhm...
--Memories Forever
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Chapter 9
And there he was in all his dark beauty. Irial… My love, My king… My heart…
"Irial…" I whispered softly. I couldn't help but stare. He was still as gorgeous as ever.
"Hello my darkling, It's been too long." He walked up to me and took my hand in his, kissing the knuckles. "Glad to see you haven't lost your spark, luv"
