A/N: Sorry I haven't written in a while, I guess I caught a severe case of writer's block. Anyway, on with the story!!
Chapter 6- The Power Of An Arrow
After watching the little scene of Niarchos having to help Imniar with removing arrows from not just him, but from Mirachis and Ijanios as well, Isikan continued to use his scrying mirror to look into what everyone in the village was doing, starting with Kysandior.
Kysandior, however, was indulging himself in his favorite pastime, which was shadowfighting. He believed that this practice would strengthen him in times of battle, which it always did.
"Ugh, lame," Isikan muttered. "Show me what my boys are up to."
Neijior and Kelkiar were on the grounds of the palace, showing off to a few human maids.
"Ha, ha, ha," Isikan said. "That's the brothers Haitinen for you, unfortunately."
Don't you have anything better to do than spy on us? Kelkiar asked him.
I agree, Neijior said. And good job on shooting those three the other day.
You heard about that? Isikan asked. How?
Easy, we heard shouts of pain and curses aimed toward you, Neijior replied.
Ah, I guess my work is never done, Isikan said, a smile on his face.
I think you had better be careful, Kelkiar advised. Niarchos is already gunning for you.
"Hah! He wouldn't dare," Isikan snickered.
Meanwhile, in another part of the village, Niarchos sat in his lair, quietly putting together a plan to beat Isikan at his own game.
"Niarchos, are you all right?" his brother asked. "You're never this quiet."
"I'm fine. I'm going to get revenge on that Isikan for the arrow incident, unfortunately," Niarchos replied.
"I'm going to go hunt, since I've been craving mortal blood for a while," Imniar said. "I will return."
"Be careful," Ijanios warned. "He may still be out there."
"I agree," Mirachis said. "That Isikan is a menace to us wizards."
Siraena tried to stifle a laugh as Mirachis spoke. "That's a laugh," she snickered.
"What did you say?" Mirachis asked.
"Nothing," Siraena replied. "Have a good hunt, Imniar."
"I will," Imniar said, walking out. "I'll be back—in one piece."
That's what you think, Isikan snickered. See what you'll do with another arrow in your back.
"Don't you dare do it," Neijior said.
"Why must you do that?" Isikan snarled. He hated being surprised in his own home like that.
But, of course, Neijior did as he wanted, and didn't care what anyone told him.
So, why should Isikan care?
"Very funny," Neijior murmured. "I had a feeling you would say that."
"Did you now?" Kelkiar said.
"I did," Neijior said. "And I have a feeling Isikan is going to do what he wants."
"You're right," Isikan replied, grabbing his bow and arrow. "I'm about to head out, you coming with?"
"What is your evil mind planning?" Kelkiar asked.
"Something that may get you far in the competition," Isikan replied.
"Like?" Kelkiar asked.
"You'll see," was all Isikan said.
The brothers watched him leave. "Hm, what the hell is he planning?" Kelkiar asked.
"I don't think I want to know," Neijior answered.
Meanwhile, Isikan watched as Imniar took his time getting into the forest. "Hurry up, bastard," he muttered.
Imniar hissed under his breath. "I know you're out there, Isikan."
Isikan smiled to himself. "This is going to be so easy."