Chapter Five.
She had eventually managed to leave Lake View Manor. He had let her go, but with a delivery. She had the Dark Seal with her now. "This's mad... What am I even doing? We shouldn't have even gone to that party, now I wouldn't be in this mess," Angeline murmured to herself hopelessly. True, if her and her father hadn't gone to the party after receiving Reaver's invite, she wouldn't be doing this. She had never really been to Wraithmarsh all by herself, well, by herself meaning that she was navigating the way. No way would she offer to travel there with him himself, that would just be torture. Angeline had to go and pick up a guest from Bowerstone on the way. She wasn't so sure why, but it was a young woman by the name of Daisy. She was a peppy young girl, possibly a few years younger than Angeline of whom looked rather similar to herself yet with flowing sandy locks to her elbows. Angeline was very skeptical as to why Reaver had given her this strange object, told her to pick somebody up from Bowerstone and head into a large kind of crypt in Wraithmarsh. It seemed all too strange, really.
Bowerstone was long gone now, and both Angeline and Daisy had managed to reach Wraithmarsh eventually. Once they did reach the marsh, both young ladies stopped to look around. This place seemed very downputting. Of course she knew her way there, but she had never actually been there before. There was here, now. The atmosphere was dreary and dull, as if it were poisoned or venomous. The intoxicating air was thick and hung low to the ground, fogging the distance. "Come on, we've not got long left to go," Angeline informed Daisy before trudging along in the swamp-like ground. She shivered, it felt disgusting against her boots. Yes, boots. For this occasion she couldn't wear her red dress, that was far too formal, and expensive to have ruined. Instead she had to make do with some sort of horrid looking outfit. It was all she could find at home. Deep navy trousers and long black boots to the knee, along with a pirate-like bustier and a rather dismal looking mercenary jacket. Of course, the girl couldn't come without equipment. Just a gun, that was all. A lady shouldn't bloody her hands with all the work of a sword, after all. Guns were easy to use, and it made her smirk when she thought about it. Guns were quite a 'feminine' weapon once she thought about it. Reaver used a gun. End of.
Any how, Angeline led Daisy along through Wraithmarsh. The seal in which she held in a small satchel on her side appeared to be burning her once they drew evermore closer towards the Shadow Court deep within the catacomb-like crypt. It was a strange little object indeed yet it did hurt. The pair were advancing through the marshes at a steady pace. Daisy kept falling behind, her dress constantly catching against dead briars and thorns along the way, and to make matters worse, the girl tripped and fell to the dirt. Angeline glanced back, looking down as Daisy pulled herself up from the sodden ground and dusted her pale magenta skirt. Without asking if she was okay or not, Angeline took a step closer to Daisy. Eyes not fixated on her, no, but on some kind of wall. It was covered in moss and disgusting slime of the swamp's eerie atmosphere. She set her cold gloved hand on the stone of the wall, fingers tracing over the damp stone. "Angeline?" Daisy cocked her head aside, "What is it?" Angeline was quiet and slowly began walking along, following the trail of the old stone wall through the swamp. There was some kind of connection. The seal in her pocket burnt hotter than before, like a flicker of flame constantly licking her side. She ignored it, however. The girl stopped still once the wall ended in a pile of stone in the mush of the ground. Her crystalline blue eyes trailed up to the sky. Dark, menacing clouds slowly gave the future of weather. Overcast, again, yet she ignored that once again. The place they were in felt strange, like electricity teasing and crackling at the ventricles of her heart. Within sight came moulded over stone and wood. Her eyes continued to dart over the damp swamp before her. Angeline blocked out Daisy's voice, concentrating on the placements of all these fallen stones and bucked pillars of wood. "This used to be a village?" she whispered to herself, barely audible. Was that it? Was that why the place was so grim? Was that why the seal singed at her skin?
"Angeline!" Daisy put a hand on her shoulder, causing the girl to jump. "Oh! Daisy, oh, it's only you," she murmured, turning back towards the path, the beaten, cold, and broken path. "Where exactly are we going?" she heard Daisy question her, hopping vibrantly to the older and taller girl's side. "Where are we going?" Angeline mumbled, "Oh, right. Yes. Well, we're going to meet some, well, 'friends'. That's what Reaver told me," Angeline informed Daisy. She couldn't help feel a harsh pang of hatred for the man. He had her father captive, well, captive as in she didn't know where he was. What if it was all a simple game, what if she was being tricked and played like a fool? That was most likely, knowing Reaver. He could trick anybody into anything. All those people he had fooled, all those people he had bedded, and all those people he had sent to be killed without warning. He truly was an amoral man, he had no standards. Truly disgusting. That's what Angeline and most other people thought. Her eyes glanced towards Daisy, "Daisy," she began quietly, "What do you think of Reaver? Do you think he is a good man?" her voice questioned. "Hmmm," Daisy began, "I'm not sure. I've seen him around lots, though. The last time I saw him, he was with my mother. I haven't seen her since then, and he'd told me she'd gone to visit some friends in Wraithmarsh too. I don't know them though, probably some family friends, I think?" Daisy skipped along childishly. She looked no older than fourteen and was rather small in stature. Angeline nodded, lifting her head once. She was very skeptical now, as to what Reaver was actually planning here, and who these 'friends' were. Within a short matter of time, the girls reached some sort of crypt-like entrance, crushed and crumbled pillars of rock and stone either side, old grasses and marsh plants spurting from every gap, mud bubbling in the water. "This is it."