Midnight had been on the path home now for over a week and, as the goddess Aphrodite had warned him, had not made it so he walked into Dakota, Jaden, Trip or Kern.
As he walked he began to wonder what fearful and obviously fitting end had befallen his power hungry 'friend' pestilence, after the fall of the locusts Midnight has question ebony about him but had only got what Lightning had later told him ebony had said about his own departure from the locusts, that he had been killed searching for the ultimate power so the locusts would become invincible, Midnight had left it at the time that if he had questioned deeper he would have been called sympathetic for the Locusts who ended up dead but sympathy as all who knew him knew was a insult of the highest when used to describe Midnight.
But the time of Nightmares reign had passed and those who had been acquainted with him had either perished in the last days of the chosen, were missing or dead by some other means, but Midnight didn't care, he was alive, and no matter how much pain that caused the surviving few from his time as nightmare it was a blessing to him, it proved that Celeste wasn't allowed to come near him just yet, which meant one of the three fates still had something big planned for him, or that they had faith in his quest to find his sister.
Stopping midnight smiled, he knew who was behind him, turning he drew his sword and dropped to one knee bowing to the young woman who had been following him "Celeste, messenger of death, my lady." He said The young woman gliding behind him was delicate looking, she was tall with brown hair which fell over her shoulder in ringlets, she had eyes that shone like the sun drenched seas on a bright day, her lips were the palest he had ever seen even silent they were curved like she was about to speak, he knew she was death and touching her would bring about his sudden unnecessary death, but he as all warriors wished to touch celestas ghostly face, to feel the cold skin of the woman who was above all their queen of sort. Her dress was of the finest white lace and it flowed down past her delicate sandaled feet, if she walked it would still look like she was gliding "to what do I owe this honour?" he asked, Midnight felt so Humbled in the prencence of Celeste, she was the embodiment of everything his life had come to and caused…death, Celeste merely smiled and gave Midnight a wave which meant he could stand
Getting to his feet Midnight re-sheathed his sword and waited for Celeste to speak, with most Olympians midnight would accuse them of trying to screw up his life, or pulling him away from his task because they were bored or wanted some fun, but with Celeste it was different, she was so…. There was no word to describe it, she meant everything to everyone weather they be warrior, warlord, bard, mother or an innocent, they all faced her sooner or later, finally those pale lips parted as Celesta readied to speak, Midnight held his breath he had just realised that she may have finally come for him but she said nothing of what he was wishing
"Humble Warrior Prince," She greeted in a voice that danced through midnights ears and skin and made his hair stand on end, celesta smiled curtsying to him, Midnight lowered his eyes he was amazed, she knew his title among the tribes, but why call him a prince when she knew he was really nothing but a murderer with a just cause, looking up he saw that celesta wanted him to listen
"I am here, to ask you to do me a great favour." She continued, Midnight held his breath again "L.l.leave the path and go somewhere I guess my lady?" he asked, Celesta nodded "Yes Midnight, I would not ask if it were not of great urgency." She said, Midnight swallowed hard "and this favour, what is it my lady?" he asked, Celeste settled she had been expecting him to, in the least colourful way he could, tell her were she could stick her favour "The chosen children you encountered will not survive unless you take them with you back to the Gaian camp, and there is a higher destiny waiting for them." She said, Midnight sighed "You always have to go and interfere don't you midnight." The little voice in his mind said, it was all that was left of Nightmare, an opinion, sometimes he agreed, but more often than not he ignored it, turning to celesta he bowed again "I would be honoured to aide you Lady Celesta." He said, celesta smiled, in her eyes Midnight had always been an honourable soul,
bidding adieu to Celesta Midnight turned and headed towards the run down farm where he had left Kern, Martin, keen and Cade." As he walked he thought about celesta, she had looked at him like she saw something more in him than anyone else did, some said the eyes of death were blind but with eyes so blue and a heart so cold how could celesta be blind? She had asked him to leave the path, but he didn't mind, there were only two places Trudy ever went, since the chosen had scared her off the idea of travelling further than Eagle Mountain these were the mall and the Gaian camp.
end of chapter 9