Chapter twelve: posidens realm

Midnight stood at the entrance to the burnt out barn, if the girls had just tried to survive on their own without being herded into the chosen like so many other weak innocents then he wouldn't have to go to the city, but never the less he had promised celesta that he would see them safely to the city, but what then? Not like they could join the mall rats was it? The future didn't matter to Midnight, what mattered was seeing his promise through, like a true warrior.

As he stood there he didn't see Keena and Cade watching him "Can you believe he's stood before us like a normal boy?" keena asked, Cade laughed "Nightmare or not that boy is anything but normal." she said.

it was almost nightfall when they strange group left the old farmhouse, Midnight was in the lead doing his damndest to keep a distance from the girls, he didn't like what lay ahead of him, the city was four days extra to his journey which meant he had to spend ten days watching other peoples back as well as his own, he didn't like company at the best of times, and today was no different.

Behind midnight the three girls were huddled together for warmth "Midnight doesn't seem to like our company." Keena said, kern and Cade nodded, if the guardian had taught them anything it was that Midnight liked to work alone

It wasn't long before Midnight noticed that the girls were Tired, they weren't used to the long road like he was,

And so with deep sorrow and regret in his heart he once again broke from the path and led them to a Hot spring that pride had taken him to on a few occasions.

Turning to the girls he said "This hot spring is swimable but be careful of that part." pointing over to a nearby rock that jutted out into the spring "it's where a few people have lost their lives." he explained.

This didn't seem to bother the girls, who rushed into the water full clothed,

Midnight however didn't like swimming with people around, his many confrontations with posiden had taught him that water and crowds don't mix

Dropping his bags on the bank he sat down and drew his sword and a cloth from the bottom of the sheath and began cleaning his sword, since running through the would be assassin it had got dirty

end of chapter 12