I don't own the Night World.
Blaise
Running away from a highly guarded sanctuary of pent up Dark Witches isn't exactly easy. I mean for your average Witch but then again we are talking about me.
Honestly I had no other option but to flee, talk about a mission gone wrong.
To maintain my clever ruse I had to aid in the healing of Hunter Redfern, which was probably when I should have turned around a ran. But of' course by doing that I would be disappointing Thierry, not to mention abandoning the mission would mean not knowing Hunters next move.
Which in hindsight would turn to be an even bigger mistake. Hunter's wounds were too great to heal though potions alone, The Sword we - I - found is not solely for combat, any sword could physically harm; depending on what it's made of. The Swore of Hecate boasts immortality to its Master. We made it call for it's Master, and I'm almost positive that it's a pain full experience. Imagine a bit of your soul; a bit you didn't even know was missing, forces it way into you. Not to bad? Then imagine that bit of soul holding the limit less potential of Hecate and previous warriors; all wise and all extremely powerful. This small but of soul you didn't know you had is far to big for your mind to comprehend; this awesome, raw natural power is calling you and have no idea what it is.
I should imagine it stings a bit.
Not only did we call it Master, we used its Master as a host. The Sword Rashel is bound to has great immortal power, power enough to share. A fact that didn't escape Hunter. He demanded we bind his fleeting life to the Sword. And we did. It wasn't all me this time it really was a team effort, something of this magnitude is far beyond my efforts.
He isn't fully attached to The Sword's spirit, but one touch from Rashel and BAM, Hunter's immortal again. So its sounding bad right? Well its about to get a little bit worse.
I guessed that Rashel is The Sword Master; Hunter at this point has no clue. In the hopes of finding them he - we - use the spiritual connection to invade her self-conscience. Hunter being Hunter is more than a little overjoyed at the chance to gloat upon his recent enemy, but checks himself because at the end of the day he needs something from her, not much but still.
The moment I sensed Thea in Rashel's presense I tried to reach her. I just hope she heard.
Running away from a highly guarded sanctuary of pent up Dark Witches isn't exactly easy, and running away with Hecate's Sword is even harder.
A/N I am so sorry I've been away for so long. I reread some of my reviews and just thought what have I been wait for? Honestly. This is only small but I promise to update a in a little while with a couple more chapters, as this is basically a recap. But the next chapter I want to bring in another character and i'm open to suggestions :D Thanks You and Sorry Again.