Eleven

A/N: Okay, if some of you are confused about the Thou, Thee, Thy, Thine, and Thyself - this is what I used:

Thou - you/your

Thee - you/your

Thy - my/me

Thine - mine

Thyself - yourself

Oh, and Mainim is pronounced My-nYm meaning Death Deep. And Zather is pronounced Saa-thErr meaning Royal Protection.

Disclaimer: Do. Not. Own.

"Mainim…" I breathed. When I said it, a great gust of wind soared around the room. "I come asking if you will grant me your army of warriors."

"But thy child," she spoke indifferently, "thy warriors have long been dead."

"Yes, I do understand that they're dead," I said. "but I am a Necromancer, and I can bring them back."

Deep down in the Painted cave, I had summoned the Night Elven. She was hovering mere inches from me. Everything inside of my body told me I needed to leave, get out of here -Mainim could kill me in a second, even though she was in spirit form.

"Thou art willing to bring back the army of thine?" Mainim's unreal voice asked.

I nodded at her, "Yes, Mainim. And I want you to teach me how to control your army, since I will raise them and they will obey to me."

"And thou thinks I should just let a child rule over children thine?" she asked harshly.

Great - now I pissed her off.

She looked over to her right and made a high pitched noise that made my ears ring, and when she did, another orb gently floated to her side out of thin air.

"Zather, this child comes to us asking for our help. Shall we grant her the wish?"

A man took form next to her. He was tall and elegantly proportioned. This man's skin was a urethral bronze color and had me mesmerized by it. His lean muscles covered his entire body making him look like a god, and sweat gleamed off of him making him look so exquisitely handsome. A sword was positioned at his hips tied to around him in a scabbard. A small leather wrap covered his private parts but that was it.

My cheeks flushed as he caught me staring, even though I knew he could tell the effect he had on me - as if all girls swooned at the sight of him.

His hair was golden-red and he had it flowing down to the middle of his back, and it was split where his ears protruded out making him look even more beautiful. They weren't as elegant as Mainims' were because chunks were missing from the tops and I had assumed it was from previous battles.

Before he spoke, he bowed gracefully with one arm behind his back and the other in a fist to over his heart to Mainim. "Queen, it has been forever since thee has called upon thy."

She lifted his chin and stared into his black glowing eyes. "Zather, it has been a long time since I've been called upon as well."

"I think we should grant her wish," he said as he regained his posture.

Mainim turned to me and floated forward, never blinking. Her eyes were open and staring me down.

"Thy dear child, what is it thee asks?"

"I ask to bring your army back to life and help me take down an old enemy of mine." I said, holding my head upright. "Edison Group is what they are called. They have stolen my son and plan on killing him."

"And besides thy army, who else will be helping in this war?" Mainim stopped feet away from me.

Should I tell her about the werewolves? And what about the vampire children? Tori and her powers? Will I endanger them if I tell her?

"Thou shalt knowest that I created the vampire's that roam the land today." She informed me. "They will serve thy as I so wish. But of this werewolf thou speaketh of I do not know."

I hesitated before I answered, she knew what I was thinking and so from then on I had to censer my thoughts. "The werewolf is my son's dad - he is the leader of a pack."

"And will thou son be fighting this war? And is this power he so holds?"

"My son has the power of me and as well as his father, but he will not be fighting."

She looked back at Zather and motioned him forward. He soon was at her side slipping his hand into hers. "These werewolf creature's I would like to meet. I think I shall have great use for them."

"I don't think that would be a great idea," I said. "They are mere children and I couldn't have that on my conscience to know I killed a lot of them."

"We shall see, thy dear." Mainim said. "But for now, we must talk about the resurrection of thine army."

I nodded and followed her through the entrance Zather just flowed through. I could hear faint trickles of water as we entered a long passage way going deeper into the earth. The only sound heard were my feet that hit the ground.

I smelt decay from the rotted bodies of her army after we emerged into a well-built square room. Large humps indicated the army of people who were to help beat the Edison group.

"Thy child," Mainim purred. "Behold, the children thine…" she held her hand out, showing me her babies.

I glanced behind me and saw Zather fixed by the entrance in a warrior stance. His feet were shoulder length apart and his hands held his sword in front of him. His chin pointed up and his dark eyes looked right through me.

"How does thee plan on leading children thine into battle?" Mainim asked me.

"Well, first I plan on resurrecting them. Bring them back to life - well sort of," I said, biting my lip. "They will only come back to life in skeleton form, but that's all I can do. I don't know how to lead a army, so that is why ask for you to guide me."

"But of course thee has not heard of a blood tie?"

"A blood tie?" I asked squeamishly.

"If I grant thee this wish, what cometh to thy?" Mainim held the rod in her left hand with her arms crossed. "These art thy children and I love them dearly. I shall ask for something to be given to me freely for thee to lead them into battle."

"I don't know what to give you 'cause all I have is myself."

Zather chucked darkly, "If thou sacrificed thyself who would be here to raise the army?"

"Child, to sacrifice, thou have to die." Mainim whispered. "The sacrifice is blood."

I gulped, "I don't know what to sacrifice."

"We shall take the blood of the werewolf who belongs to thou sons' father." Mainim replied. "His blood will rise children thine."

"What?" Disbelief flooded my body. "Why him, why Derek?" I said bewildered, my heart racing as I took a step forward. "I cannot sacrifice him!"

"Thou came seeking thy, has thee not?" Mainim raised her voice, "That is what I ask for the service of children thine."

"Yes, but not at the expense of my family!" I raised my voice over hers and shook my head, "I came here to ask you to help me, not take away from what I love!"

Mainim eyed me closely, "Child, why would thee lie to thy? He is not of thee blood, he is but a seed spread." Her cloak billowed around her even though there wasn't any wind and it made her presence frightening.

Derek was definitely not just a seed spread around! Anger set in my body. I had a lot of feelings toward him; I would have married him if I could! How could she even ask? He's been the only one who I have ever lain with and will possibly ever lie with. Derek was my heart and sole, I couldn't possibly sacrifice him to the Night Elven.

There had to be someone else. I would not sacrifice Derek.

I closed my eyes.

I thought about Derek when he and I were in the forest the first time we let our emotions and body urges go at it. My cheeks burned red as I felt the touches his hands placed over my body. I let the smell of him soar through me, and it filled the room with his scent. The smooth plains of his face filled my mind and his loving stare he shown to only me had turned my knees into water.

I let that memory slide into the other night when he came home and was slashed up from the fight with the other werewolf. His blood that oozed out onto me as I tried helplessly to carry him to the shower like he asked for.

The terror I felt for him that night seeped through my pores. I wanted to protect him.

The look upon his face when I raced down the attic stairs and jumped into his arms made me believe there could be hope in our future. The powerful grip he held me with made my heart melt into molten lava. The bite mark he placed upon my body burned and I felt his voice carry swiftly inside my mind, I love you Chloe, you and only you.

I opened my eyes and gasped.

"Chloe," Mainim said softly. "This boy means a lot to thee, but yet when thou entered my home thou feelings were of arrogance over this man. Does the thought of his bloodshed make thee fear for him?"

"Yes…" I whispered faintly.

"But yet, that is why thou has asked for thy help," she replied honestly. "Can thou offer means of another sacrifice?"

"I don't know," I said tentatively looking down; I then let a tear fall from my eye and I said beneath my breath, "I can offer another life instead of his."

"Thou son is thee life?"

"He's more than that," I whispered.

Mainim was silent for a while as I thought about what I just said. "Zather and I need to converse, thou shall excuse us and children thine."

I nodded my head and walked as fast as I could to the entrance that lead through to passage that led to the council room I met Mainim in first. Once I came to the other side of the wall Zather was positioned at, I broke for a run.

What was I doing? I knew I had been crazy coming here to ask for help. What if none of this helps gets Ethan back and kills him in the process?

Ending up in the council room, I had started to paced big time; my feet were bruising from the uneven rock floor due to my bare feet.

What could they have to discuss? Would they accept my ask for help? I needed Derek to confide in - I needed to reassure me that this was what I needed to do, but I came here by myself didn't I?

But he told me that I needed to do this, didn't he? He told me I needed to raise a army.

I'm was confused. I didn't know to do!

What would my mother have done in this spot? I couldn't even think about what she would do.

Twenty minuets or so later, I felt the room get colder around me. My skin froze from the decrease in heat. I could see my breath come in clouds in front of me. The atmosphere around me thickened and then to my right through the passage door, I felt my body answer to an invisible pull.

Mainim and Zather stood side by side when the pull stopped me in front of them.

"Chloe, Zather and I think that another sacrifice will do," Mainim held her hand out, "But in order for that deal to be made, thou shall sign in blood. Thou will also give us blood so we can take human form once again. Thou shall then lead us to the person whose life shall be given freely."

Great.

Just great.

After she pricked my finger with her sharp fingernails and drew my inner life support, I signed my life away in thin air on a glowing parchment scroll. She then took my wrist and sliced it with her staff, opening my vein. I felt light headed when I saw the blood pour out and down my arm, dripping thickly onto the limestone floor.

Mainim took her staff, turned the dial on top and stuck it under my bleeding arm. She then took Zather's sword and raised its hilt to the dripping juice of my body.

Then, right before my eyes, both of them changed into breathing creatures. Mainim gently touched the ground with both feet, but she still hovered over me. Her skin glowed and her eyes turned a deeper violet color that was endless. You could see forever down into them.

Zather looked deadly when his hand clasped the hilt of his sword. His skin glowed also to a perfect radiance that made me blush to look at him yet again.

Zather looked down at his body, "It has been a long time thy Queen." He turned and grasped her face in his hands and brought his mouth on hers. "I have long waited to feel the soft touch of thou lips."

He kissed her again, but so gently. Feeling the love in the air, I quivered from the strong emotion. It felt embarrassing to be so close to them like that in such an exotic moment.

When they finally broke apart, they turned to me.

"Lead us, thy child." Mainim spoke.

A/N: hmmm… review?

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"You need to block the attack!" He yelled. "If you don't have enough time to shift, then you need to physically attack!"