Denial chapter 9
"STOP! You do not want me dead!" Hadrianna screamed out as Fenris brought his sword over his shoulder preparing for the deadly strike. Ava watched from behind gently replacing her stave. The battles to get here were not easy. Traps among traps. The dead coming to fight alongside the slavers. The bloodletting. It brought a shudder to her body.
"There is only one person I want dead more." Fenris responded to her plea.
Hadrianna grabbed her side and carefully moved up into semi-sitting position, pain clear on her face. "I have information elf, and I will trade it for my life." Ava could see Fenris's blade falter slightly as he considered what she had to say. What information could possible worth this woman's life?
"The location of Danarius? What good will that do me?" Fenris scoffed at the thought. "No I'd rather he loose his pet pupil." Ava saw Fenris move to bring his sword down upon the magister's body. But just as she braced for the sound of the sword connecting, Hadrianna's voice rang out again. "You have a sister. She's alive."
The shock that over took Fenris's face over took all of them. Ava watched silently as he brought his sword down and watched the woman beneath him, looking for signs of her possible lie no doubt.
Taking advantage of this moment, Hadrianna rose into full sitting position and continued talking. "You wish to reclaim your life? Let me go and I will tell you where she is."
Fenris replaced the sword on his back as Ava and the rest of their group moved to join him. She watched the mage. She was the cause of the hatred in Fenris's life, why would she not be lying now? She had no doubt done it before. But then again, this could be what Fenris needed. A hope to latch on to. "It's your call, Fenris." Was all she said.
Slowly he walked up to Hadrianna. "So I have your word? I tell you and you let me go?"
Bending down to her face, Ava could not see his emotions but he spoke his next words as if they burned his very insides. "You have my word."
She could just make out the slight smile on Hadrianna's face but it was gone quickly as she rushed through her words, trying to save her life. "Her name is Varania. She is in Qarinus serving a magister by the name of Ahriman."
"A servant. Not a slave." It wasn't a question.
"She is not a slave."
It only took a second for Ava to realize what was going to happen. Just as Hadrianna's words left her mouth, Fenris sparked blue. "I believe you." He said before taking his hand, sticking it in her chest and crushing her heart.
They all watched as the body fell through his hand and crumbled to the ground, lifeless. Turning around he moved toward them, his face completely emotionless. "We are done here."
"Do you want to talk about it?" She couldn't help but ask.
He flashed around, anger streaming off his face like magic streamed off her fingertips. "NO! I don't want to talk about it! This could be a trap. Danarius could have sent Hadrianna to tell me about this sister. And even if he didn't, going after her would be suicide." She could hear the slight desperation in his voice. "Danarius had to know about her and he must have known Hadrianna knew about her." His hands clasped to his side. "But all that matters is that I finally got to crush that bitches heart." He spit to the side. "May she rot in hell and all other mages with her."
"Well, ouch." She knew the comment wasn't meant for her but she couldn't help herself, trying to break the tension.
"You saw what they did here! How far off could you be from becoming just as power hungry."
"Fenris, your angry, I understand that but-" she tried to calm him down but he kept going.
"You almost lost control once. What's to keep it from happening again?"
"Enough! I will not stand here while you bash my sister!" Carver shouted. "She has done nothing but help and befriend you! Hasn't she done more than enough to prove her loyalties?"
Fenris seemed to struggle. He had realized Carver's words had held truth but she could tell he wasn't one to apologize. "Perhaps we should leaveā¦" she said moving to Fenris hand slightly out stretched as if to lend some comfort.
He swiped her hand away. "I don't need your pity." He said and stormed out the door and back to the wounded coast.
Ava's heart clenched.
