I'm back everyone! Heh, apparantly, my previous chapter was a hit with everyone, and I shall not dissapoint with this chapter, as I will try to keep up the good work! XD
Raeth rushed across the ridge. There was another burst of energy. It had also faded again, though. It felt familiar, though, like someone she had once knew. It was her mother's technique, and had always remembered it as hers, but now... it had almost taken on a new identity. She rushed further, towards this power, through forests, and up a mountain side, into snowy tundra. She began running at top speeds, until she began to near where she could sense a bunch of presences.
The wall had a door built into it. "Hmmm... there are people in there." She said to herself, as the doors opened, and a group of white clad sheikah stepped out. She readied herself in case they attacked, and the person who stepped out first, was Sere. "Who the hell are you!" He exclaimed, and she blew a black lock from her eyes. "My name is of no importance. Where is my brother?" She asked, and Terea swore out loud, and everyone looked at her, and she swore again, for giving herself away.
Sere strode over to her. "She's talking about your little pet, huh?" and Terea cringed. "Erm... yeah..." She said, and he backhanded her, and sent her spiralling backwards. "Idiot. Now the Garo will know about our location because of you. Do you know what that means? Raids in blind hatred, they'll discover our libraries, they'll learn what happened, which means more Twisted... kill the boy's sister. Now." Sere said, confusing Raeth. Terea frowned. "Fine..." She said, stepping forward, towards Raeth. "This isn't personal... this is just to keep all of you safe." She said, and Raeth was still confused.
Terea rushed at her, with a speed amazing to Raeth. Her blade was lodged in her chest. "You're not the only one cursed. I'm a garo too." She said, moving a piece of hair, showing a ruby on her forehead. With a violent motion, she twisted the blade, and ripped it out. Terea sighed. "Couldn't we have spared her?" She asked. Sere shook his head. "We have far too many Garos in secret here. I've slipped up too many times, made too many Twisted in the process of saving them. No more will I screw up. It's impossible to save the Garo. Everyone last one of them... they're screwed. I'm done trying. Dispose of her body." Sere said, as he motioned for them all to leave, his hair covering his eyes.
Sere thought about his screw ups. He was such a failure. He should've given up years ago... someone should've assassinated him... like all the other Sheikah before him. To die by assassination... it's the way of the Sheikah, when a leader was of no use. If they could die by hands of their underlings, they were of no use. The one who killed him would take over, and rule better than their former ruler, as a sign of respect. But... not one Sheikah had attempted to kill him. Never, not once. Why did they all love him so dearly? Had they known his secret, and taken pity on him? He didn't know anymore... maybe he had worked his way into each of their hearts somehow, and they saw through his stern exterior, and saw what he really was. He began walking away, slowly, as Terea lifted the body, and walked towards Raidell, where Celt most likely was.
Celt looked at the bandit. There was a minor bruise. Celt rubbed his forehead, feeling that ruby gem embedded in there permenately. He looked in the mirror, at his forehead, where dark intricate veins of black had begun to spread across his forehead, giving him a sinister like look. Did what Athos said have anything to do with the curse? Did the curse have anything to do with these markings? What did he mean by don't drift into darkness...? Who was Augustana? Why did that name sound so familiar? He ran a hand through his hair, eyes closed in thought. "Heya son!" Raidell said, slapping a hand down on his shoulder, shocking Celt. "Son?" And Raidell chuckled. "I call all the young'uns around here Son. I've been here for a while. All these kids are like kids to me, and you, I feel like I've known you for a while!" He said with a grin.
Celt shrugged off his hand, which made Raidell chuckle. "You're like an old friend of mine, I think that's why I like you. You're probably a great guy, just you're a bit cold at times. People like you are always the best, you just gotta break throught the shell and get that goodness that lies within." He said, and Celt nodded. He was pretty much right, and it almost bothered him. Maybe he had been around so long that he had known people just like him. "...So... who exactly is Sere?" He asked Raidell. Raidell sat himself down, but stopped, before he crushed the Sheikah, and sat on the opposite couch. "Well, he's got quite a long winded history, that man. He's got books written about himself, he does. All restricted as for use though." He said, and Celt frowned. "You know, but you won't be telling me, huh?" He asked, and Raidell beamed. "Yup. You gotta beat Sere himself, prove to him that you're worth it, you gotta prove yourself on a different things to him. He knows a lot more about you than you even know." He said with a nod.
"What the hell! He knows about me?" And Raidell nodded. "Not you personally... well, maybe, I dunno. He might... but he knows a lot about your people and about them. That;s all I'm sayin." He said, and He nodded, and then there was banging at the door. "RAIDELL, OPEN UP! NOW!" Raidell jumped up, and with uncharacteristic speed, rushed over, and unbolted the door and ushered in a white clad Sheikah. The voice belonged to Terea, but you couldn't tell from looking at her frost covered masked face. She was carrying a female, and Celt realized who is was, and noticed the crimson slowly making its way down Terea's shoulder. Raeth was dying on her shouler. Fury lit up Celts eyes, but the pact he held with her, restrained him from attacking her. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!"
Terea cringed. "I was ordered to. By my ... ruler, Sere. I had to, he wouldn't let another Garo live." She said, panting. "I couldn't explain it, even if I was able to, nevermind the fact that I'm forbidden to tell anyone." She said, laying Terea on the unoccupied couch. "What is this, a hospital!" Raidell whined, as both Terea and Celt shot them dirty looks. "Raidell, heal them NOW!" Terea ordered him, and he cringed. "Ok, ok! Don't hurt meee..." He said, in a tiny voice as he lumbered over to Raeth, and began to lift her shirt, and was swiftly back-kicked in the face by Celt. "WATCH IT." He said, and Raidell lay on the ground, whimpering.
"I'm just trying to help! I have to make skin contact for magic to work!" He said, and Celt growled. "You make any sort of unwanted move, and I will make sure you never have children." And Raidell cringed, opening his mouth, but he decided it was wiser to keep it shut. He lifted her shirt, high enough to see the wound directly on the chest. "...I have to..." He whispered, and Celt growled. "Fine." He said, and Raidell reluctantly slipped his hands up further, and a green glow emenated from his hands, and after a few seconds, he pulled his hands back. "She should be fine. Give her a half hour or so." He said, and Celt nodded. "Good, plenty of time to take on Sere." He said, and begn towards the door.
"WHOA WHOA WHOA!" Terea said, jumping up and jumping in front of the door. "There's no way in hell you can take on Sere." She said, and Celt smiled sweetly, in a way that made her feeling unbearably uncomfortable. "Wanna make a bet?" He said, moving her aside, opening the door, leaving. He began walking through the snow, pulling his collar up, feeling vengeful. Terea ran up besides him. "How can you be so sure of yourself! He's ripped through people with his bare hands before!" She exclaimed, exxagerating a little. "I'm not as soft as you'd think." He said, and she sighed. "Where's the bastard's house, anyways?" Celt asked. Terea sighed. "There's no stopping you, huh?" She asked, and he nodded. "Basically." And she rolled her eyes. "I have more than one reason to fight him. He knows something I need to know, and he ordered you to hurt my sister." He said, and she frowned, she wasn't sure if he could even begin to size up against him.
He was strong, but when he fought her, she wasn't even at full power. She had been travelling for about three days straight without stopping, and it had fatigued her. Even if she was weak, it was her fault for being so, so she considered it a fair match, that he had beaten her at her fullest. She didn't know anything about this kid, and he seemed to hold some, even though to her, faint, potential, that might help him against Sere... maybe. Nonetheless, she led him towards his own death. "You know, you're not allowed to kill him, or everyone will be after you... but he can kill you. Thats the price of a direct challenge. Celt nodded. "It's all or nothing for me. It's either I lose it all, or don't gaine anything at all. I'll risk it." He said, as he walked into this large wooden home.
Sere stood there, in a main hall, long and bare, with him standing at the end of it, lurched over what looked like a picture, on a small shrine, decorated with candles, all the way at the opposite side of the hall. Was he praying? For a deceased loved one? Celt was curious, and inched silently towards Sere. "Hello sir." Celt said, and Sere nodded, standing up, wiping his eyes feverishly not turning around, laying the picture face down. "There's no need to call me sir. We're a lot closer than you'd think, Celt." He said, throwing Celt off. Had Terea discussed him, or did he really know him from watching him from afar?
"How do you know my name? And in what sense do you mean close?" Celt asked, cautiously. Sere turned around, crimson eyes lit with anticipation, a beaming smile on his face. "I'll tell you if you give me a good fight!" He said, pausing. "Hell, give me a good fight, and my library is yours. That's why you're here, isn't it?" Sere asked, and Celt nodded, with a faint grin himself, jumping back into a fighting stance.
"I wonder about you, Celt... what traits did you inherit from your mother and father?" Sere said, amused at Celt's confusion. "I mean, they were both quite the team. Incredibly skilled and powerful." He said. "Did you know them!" Celt exclaimed. "Mayyyybeee. Fight me and find out!" He said, and Celt jumped at him, lashing out fiercely with his concealed silver swords.
Another of my famous beginning-battle-cliffhangers! I can't help it guys, I love doing this to you all. XD Well, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, ( cliffhanger included ) and stay tuned later for another chapter from the one and only Jonny!