Disclaimer: I do not own the Dark Jewels Trilogy, etc, etc, etc…
AN: Ok, I guess my chapters are somewhat short, I'll try to fix that. Try to fix it is going to be the key word in that sentence. For there are no guarantees.
Oh, yes and it as recently come to my attention that there as been a mistake with my notes. The one right below. That will be fixed when I can get on my computer again. The one I'm currently working off of is my mom's.
Italics are the private communications between the Blood
Italics are normally used for the Blood, the underlined one will be for the other part of Selari
Bold lettering is when inanimate objects are speaking (Selari's replies will also be in bold)
Chapter 8
Ebon Rih
'What did I tell you, much faster, much better' Selari told the Wind as she stepped off the Web landing.
Despite the fact that when she used her way, she could get off anywhere, this way was the less obvious one. The one that wouldn't draw attention to her.
What do you mean I told you. I've been telling you for years that you should take advantage of your ways.
Selari chose to ignore the Wind. There was no reason to add to his growing ego. Who would have thought that the wind could have an ego? It was really a very funny thought, and Selari couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Selari wasn't surprised with the size of Ebon Rih. She had expected it to be big. But there were so many people. Selari didn't like crowds, they made her nervous.
It wasn't hard to find a shop, not hard at all. There were zillions of them.
'This is going to take forever.' Selari thought darkly. 'I don't have forever. Don't they know this? There should be a sign pointing to what I'm looking for. That would be the best.'
I could help you.
'I told you I don't want your help. You would lead me to the worst place possible'
At that thought Selari froze, if he would lead me to the worst place possible, then wouldn't he tell me to go the worst place possible? Which would mean that Ebon Rih was the last place that she wanted to be.
Don't be dense Selari, Ebon Rih's Warlord Prince is an Eyrien, you don't think that they would stock Eyrien clothing, and the best at that. And then there is the fact that why would I have you waste our time by going to a place that we don't need to be.
He did have a point. The Warlord Prince was an Eyrien and that would mean that there would be shops that would be to the best of her advantage.
'Now, Selari can you tell me who the Warlord Prince is of Ebon Rih'
Yes, of course I can. And you know who it is as well.
'Yes, it is Lucivar.'
'I'm glad we know how to point out the obvious, can we get back to the matter of finding Divear's gift.' Selari told herself.
'If you called me an idiot, would you be calling yourself and idiot' the other part of her asked.
'No, only you would be. I am the smarter half, you are not. Let's leave it at that.' Selari said with a laugh.
The only reply that she got was a snort. That only made Selari laugh all the harder. Selari always had fun with her other half. They always liked to snip at each other, seeing who came up with the better argument. The Wind thought that they were crazy and that he was being punished.
It only took Selari a moment to sober up. She still had to find Divear a gift. Which meant that she had to go through the crowd.
Selari sighed, the things I do for my friend, be better appreciate I'll the trouble I went through. If not he shall pay. With that thought she walked right into the crowded streets of Ebon Rih.
The Eyrien relaxed back into his seat with a sigh. It had taken him forever to getMarian to take a nap. She was in her last trimester, and still thought that she could do everything, that she could have before she had gotten pregnant.
Lucivar growled at the thought of what she had been doing when he had found her. She had been out in that bloody garden. He had wanted to destroy the thing.
But the only way that he could get Marian to take a nap is if he promised not to touch her precious garden. Damn, woman, she couldn't listen to a thing he said.
A knock at his study door, interrupted his thoughts. Lucivar was not in the mood for another person to tell them their pathetic problems.
"Come in," Lucivar growled, any man would have cowered at the thought of entering the room. In fact, most of them, would have gone the other way and not have opened the door to an irritated Eyrien.
But not this one he stepped right into the room. He might have been trembling, but he still stepped into the room.
The man was Ronen; he was a Green Jeweled Warlord. Lucivar had hired the man to keep track of the things that go on in Ebon Rih. That way Lucivar would know the right time that he should intervene before things escalated beyond control. Lucivar had others, ones that went to other cities. Ronen happened to be the one for Ebon Rih.
"What is it Ronen, that you wish to disturb me. I trust there isn't a problem?" Lucivar glared at the man. Ronen actually took a step back.
"Well…Prince…normally I wouldn't bother you if it wasn't important. And especially not if it's just someone coming in from the Webs. But the person was just a kid. Barely ten. She's alone, and I get this very strange feeling about her. I can't get any sense about her, I can't tell what Jewel she's wearing. I'm not sure if it's important or not." Ronen stammered out.
Had first Lucivar didn't comprehend what Ronen was saying. Then some of the stuff he had said started to sound familiar.
"What do you mean you can't sense her." Lucivar demanded sitting up in his chair. His eyes pierced Ronen. Ronen didn't seem to like the way things were going, for he froze and didn't say anything for several minutes.
"Come on, Damn it tell me!" It couldn't be her, could it? He needed to know, and this man could help him. Ronen finally regained some composure, well that is enough to talk.
"Well, that's it I tried to get a sense of what she was, nothing. Then I tried going into her mind. I went right in. There was a barrier, but after a seconds hesitation the barriers dropped. I went in further. There was nothing there. It was like a void, there was no thoughts, nothing. Prince, how in the world could that be." Ronen's voice started to raise at the end.
It was hard to say who was more surprised, Lucivar, who was shocked that the quiet Ronen, would shout, or Ronen that he had actually started to shout at the Warlord Prince of Ebon Rih.
Lucivar just stared at Ronen and then he started to laugh. Lucivar was surprised that the quiet man Ronen would do such a thing. It was funny. But when he realized what Ronen had said the laughter died.
It had to be her, who else could it be. He hadn't seen Selari since they had met at the Service fair. He hadn't asked Aaron about her over the years. Lucivar hadn't wanted to draw attention to her. But now she had come. She had come to Ebon Rih.
"Prince…I'm sorry…I..I didn't mean to, I…It'll never happen again." Ronen stammered.
Lucivar had actually forgotten the man was even in the room.
"Ronen you know that what you have said about this girl is to remain between the two of us right." Lucivar didn't ask, he stated it more like a random commented. Ronen started shaking his head.
"Of course not Prince. I will never tell another soul about the child. What child Prince, I have no idea what child that could be." Ronen stated.
Lucivar smiled at him.
"Ok Ronen before you forget about the child completely I need you to tell me where the child was going, what she was doing."
"Well, before I came to tell you about her, I followed her a bit. She knew I was doing it too. She looked directly at me and wiggled her finger. You know like she wanted me to follow her. This startled me, at first I thought that she might have been pointing to someone else. So I looked behind me, No one was there. I looked back at her. She shook her head and pointed directly at me and nodded. Then she turned around and started walking.
At this point in the story Ronen paused and took a breath. He looked back at Lucivar. Lucivar nodded for him to continue.
"Well, of course I followed her. Well she walked down the street a few, before she stepped into the store. I waited outside for a few minutes. I had just decided to go in and see what she was doing, when she stepped out. She went to another store and did the same thing. When she went into the third store I decided to go inside the last store she had been in. I asked the owner what the child had been looked for. He said that she had been looking for an Eyrien jacket.
"That stopped me in my tracks. The girl was clearly not an Eyrien why would she want one. I told the owner this. He then told me that she was looking at male jackets. Not for a child Eyrien mind you, for what seems to be a full grown one. Well at this point I decided to come and tell you."
Lucivar nodded at this. Why would she be looking for a jacket for an Eyrien? A grown Eyrien at that. Plus, why would she come here to look for one. There must be some back in the town she lives in. Why come all the way out here when there were perfectly good shops in her own town.
"Prince, may I go now?" Ronen asked. It seemed like Ronen was back to normal. Ronen normally wasn't some stuttering idiot. Lots of people tended to become like this when Lucivar was in a temper.
"Yes, go." Lucivar didn't need Ronen to tell him where she was now; he could figure that out on his own. Ronen turned and left the room. Lucivar barely noticed when he left.
Divear shouldn't be surprised. Selari was supposed to have come to the forest for her lessons with the sticks. After the Winsol thing yesterday, he had had a feeling that she wouldn't show up today.
But still it was depressing knowing that she wasn't here. That she wouldn't be coming at all.
"Selari," Divear called to her in the way of the blood.
"Yes, Divear. Did you need me?" Divear could tell that she was laughing at her.
"We have a lesson today, did you forget. You know if you say yes, I'm going to have to call you a liar. For we have had these lessons for a long time." Divear told her in a mocking voice.
"I would never dream of lying to you, Divear."
"Lies, you just lied to me right now." She was definitely laughing at him.
"I am not."
"Ok, how about you tell me where you are right now."
"I'm sorry Divear I can't talk right now, somebody's calling my name."
"No, there isn't"
"Divear, you should use this time away from me, wisely. Like to sleep or something, you're always complaining about how you never get enough sleep because of me." Then she was gone.
Divear sighed. He could go back to sleep, but it didn't hold that much appeal to him. No, he had a much better way to spend his time. He grinned, yes a much better way to spend his time.
Selari couldn't help but laugh at Divear. He was so funny. So easy to make upset. They always had the best conversations.
She had finally found it. The perfect jacket. It was a beautiful gray. The fabric was tough and stuff and made for any sort of weather. It is so cool. Selari was positive that Divear would like it.
She went up and purchased it from the owner. When she did, the owner gave her a weird look. Selari ignored her. The purchase caused her a lot, but Selari didn't care. She grinned when the owner wrapped in that weird paper brown things and handed it over to her.
He as been watching you for the last ten minutes.
'I know, you don't need to tell me. That man, Ronen, went and told him. And of course Lucivar is a smart one and he would have figured out that it was me.'
"Prince, it is rude to stare." Selari said aloud and turned around to look around at the tall Eyrien.
"Your point being." He told her casually. A smile curved Selari's lips.
"So, do you wish to speak with me, Prince?" Selari then walked out of the shop, passing him on her way out.
Selari didn't look back, she knew he was following her.
"Asking the obvious aren't we." Lucivar asked, in a neutral voice.
"Your point being" using his own words.
They remained silent all the way to the Web Landing. They reached it in no time.
Selari turned to stare at him, waiting for him to say something; she was not going to say anything until he did. He was the one that had wanted to talk with her.
"You should know that Eyrien's don't like sleeves all that much." Lucivar commented.
Selari glanced down at the package she still had in her hand and frowned.
"They don't like sleeves?" she asked startled.
'Why didn't you tell me that before?" Selari asked her voice filled with hurt.
This way was better; you were already having trouble finding a gift for him already. Any ways you can just removed them.
'Your right, I can just remove them.'
Not wasting any time, she removed them. Most of the sleeves were gone; there were only a few inches of the sleeve left.
"Ok, I fixed it." She then smiled up at Lucivar. He just stared at her.
"Who is it for?" He asked casually. Selari wasn't stupid; this wasn't a casual question. He wanted to know what Eyrien she was hanging around with. Wanted to know why a grown Eyrien would hang out with a child.
"It's for my very best friend. Thank you for your advice about the jacket. I wouldn't want to give him, something that he wouldn't like." She paused for a moment, and then continued, "Yes, he's not done yet. He's still trying." Selari then turned and walked onto the landing Web.
Before she jumped onto a web, she looked at him one more time.
"Oh, Congratulations, a baby is always something to celebrate." With that she said she left.
AN: Yippee I finished the chapter. The ending was really hard. I kept getting interrupted by someone not to be mentioned…cough…yo yo person…cough. Anyhow it was so much fun writing this chapter.
Hope to update soon, I don't think that I forgot anything, ok onward with the end of the note. This is about to be my third time doing this, ain't it fun.
I would also like to thank all of my faithful reviewers. I love reading what you have to say, and stuff. And would love you a whole bunch if you would just do one tiny little thing…
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