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Thierry

Thierry had sat in his study most of the day; disturbed only once when Hannah grew concerned for him.

"I'm fine, there's just more to be done than I thought today." She knew he was lying, and he loathed himself because it. They'll know soon enough no doubt, so why keep things secret? Circle Daybreak is meant to stand for unity. He'd been battling with himself, as if he were playing an internal game of tennis, for hours. On the one side there stood honesty, telling everyone the truth. But on the other side; well to him stood protection, if he keeps the secret he would be protecting them, they wouldn't know it but he would, and Rashel, he'd be protecting Rashel most of all.

He needed to find away to remove this 'Bond' she had, it wasn't completely genetic. The Bond was formed deep within her Soul; though her training as a child. She properly didn't even know this training had taken place. Sensei; her foster farther and teacher would have one day explained this to her, but alas his untimely death prevented this. He'd have told her how her brave Soul and powerful blood, blood that he knew was half shapeshift, had been chosen by Hecate herself. Chosen to lead her followers into battle, grasping Hecate's own Sword, a weapon of unknown and limitless power. A weapon they knew existed. The Sword fell though time selecting warrior after warrior; never find its true bearer. It went by many names; its last was Excalibur, King Arthur's great sword.

Being chosen is a supposedly a great honour. But also a great curse, history foretells that Veilea blood; the blood of the bearer will stain the battle field and pave the way for a new age. The Age of Day.

The day will break upon the final fight,

Humans and Creatures will unite.

The Wild Powers can bring destruction or peace,

Veilea blood will stain the last great beast.

That great red river will pave the way,

For Earth's new age, The Age of Day.

When the last battle came Rashel was going to die. Thierry wasn't going to let that happen though, she swore her life to the cause but he wasn't going to let die saving humanity. She's brave and honourable I would accept her fate without complaint; maybe that's why she's chosen, he thought sadly. There had to be another way though, another one out there more suited to carry this curse. He'd thought if he found another Veilea he could somehow change who The Sword bonded with. He knew he'd have to trade their lives for Rashel's but quite frankly he would have done it. But it's was too late now, The Sword had called, and Rashel had felt it.

He needed to talk to Blaise immediately, had Circle Midnight successfully found The Sword? Did they make it call her? Could they feel her though The Sword? Was there Bond that secure? Thierry had so many questions; he'd exhausted all his possible sources trying to reach her. He worried for her also, if Circle Midnight had Hunter, then Hunter had her within his reach. Blaise is after all a very powerful Harman witch.

It was now later into the evening; the shadows had crept their way across the room. Thierry's study was in almost complete darkness now, the war in his head was still raging, as he religiously reread the scripts; hoping desperately that there was something he'd missed, some loop hole however small, when Thea Harman entered his study. She hadn't knocked and there was a certain set to her brow that looked out of place, she usually looked so calm and gentle but now her dark eyes were frantic and questioning as she regarded Thierry.

"I felt her. In Rashel's head, I could sense her presence." Her words were sharp but they relieved Thierry. As if the Goddess herself had answered his pleas, he felt Thea's thoughts of Blaise and gave a silent sigh.

Thierry still didn't want to give anything away, but he needed to know about Blaise, he'd have to choose his questions very carefully, fortunately though Thierry had built up quite an acting skill from cloaking himself as the leader of Circle Daybreak all these year.

"Thea please do sit down" Thierry continued as Thea walked over to one of the chairs facing his grand desk. He was careful to disguise the many unforgiving papers on his desk."How, how did you feel her? Was it a vision or a whisper?"

Thea was considering this carefully. She'd gotten the definite distinction of her magic, but it was quite blurred. Several thoughts had rushed to Thea; they were both assuring and alarming. As if she was warning me. "I-I don't know, It was very fast. I was sat with Rashel when I sensed a stir in her. She'd began to dream. Impossible I know, she was in a forced sleep but I felt the dream begin." She took a deep breath and looked into Thierry's thoughtful eyes, she sensed eagerness in them so she continued, the memories coming back stronger now she had stirred them. "I tried to enter, but I couldn't, the dream had a spiritual link to her, almost her own dream but not quite. I was searching desperately for some form of entry; her emotions were growing stronger and more frightened. That's when I felt her. It was her magic that had aided the dream; not completely fabricated it, the source of the dream I do not know. It had to be something Rashel had a Spiritual bond to, a really deep soul connection too, that's the only explanation. But the magic connecting her to it was Blaise's. I'd know it anywhere." She finished off in a tone that was both firm yet laced with sadness, she didn't understand and that was obvious in her voice and dark eyes.

Thierry's looked at her then, really looked at her. The crease in her shoulders made her look like a wilting flower; Thea was so gentle and the strain she'd felt thought Rashel was like carrying a great load. Her eyes, dark like his had a hint of soul deep sadness in them; the kind of sadness Thierry used to carry around though millennia. Seeing her now; seeing this selfless being in the gray light of his study Thierry's war ended. He couldn't do this to her, and he couldn't do it to the others; he thought he was shielding them, carrying the strain for them, but he was wrong.

Then Thea sighed bringing Thierry's attention back to the almost pitch black room, her expression had deepened, her face looked as if she'd just won an internal war, something Thierry could sympathise with, when she spoke it was slow and clearly; she was walking in unfamiliar ground. "There's something else Sir. When I...felt her, I could sense her feelings. She's...trapped. But I think she was trying to warn us, it makes no sense though. Why? Warn us about what?"

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