v. sorry for taking ages to update! Thanks for all your reviews!
Note: "bad idea bad idea" though of course all views are valid, I must ask where I said that the Jhinka were headed for Lucivar? If you can find it good on you. Also I am confused exactly how the Jhinka fear him, the grammar lacked a certain accuracy, just one other thing, I thought it wasn't that subtle for the intelligent reader to tell that Neirye is not a normal Jhinka (hense the red jewel), perhaps I was wrong.
Anyway, hope that you enjoy this chapter! (I'll not take so long in the future!)
Discovery.
Arriving from the red thread, Saetan walked slowly towards the cottage that had been Janelle's home in Askavi, he could feel the minds of the wolf kindred in the woods near, should he warn them?
No, he wasn't sure what the threat was, only that one existed.
Saetan went into the house slowly, even with the knowledge that Janelle would heal, the place felt empty, haunted, the memory that Witch had come here to be close to the Land only served to remind him that he no longer served her.
As he sat down in the dusty kitchen he remembered why he was here, he still served, if there was no dark court he would still serve the people of Kaeleer, and he felt they would need him.
As he freed some Jhinka to hunt, Neirye saw why they had always failed in the past, they hunted en masse. If they found prey a brawl began until it escalated to a battle, they brought no provisions and had no organisation. Now it was different. He was there, and he would accept nothing short of excellence and obedience.
He flew around the towering peaks of Askavi, sight and psychic shields protecting him from the Eyriens he saw. In their protected houses and families they brewed his hatred, hardened his resolve and sharpened his mind.
Exploring, he mapped the territory in his mind, he noted where Eyriens of higher rank or powerful jewels were, finding the only challenge to his own strength in a Saphire Warlord Prince.
Reaching a village he recognised, he thought the name, Ebon Rih circling high above the village and into the hills, he suddenly recoiled, only just maintaining his flight.
Andulvar. The ebon grey.
Turning to fly away, he noticed it hadn't given chase, that intrigued him so he flew toward the strength, noticing only then that it came from the house below him, and not from an Eyrien, but from shields that surrounded the dwelling, and that with a sweep of his mind, he found that Andulvar was not within his range, and his psychic scent was not residual near the house.
Gone!
He was gone. But Neirye didn't know for how long. All that filled his mind was a sense of impending victory, he turned and sped toward the Jhinka. They would attack in the morning.
Sorry that this was yet another short chapter! I am on some other stories at the mo but i will try to carry on with this one!
will
thanks again for all the lovely reviews