Author's Note: Sorry guys, really short chapter here and another short one after as well but I'll update three chapters one straight after the other to make up for it! I wrote all this story already and I divided it up into chapters really badly so they're not very even. Sorry! But I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Reviewww pleasee!
Chapter Eleven
Suspicious
An owl hooted in the distance as Emrys made his way out of his home. The spell chanted itself, letting him through and then resealing behind him. It had taken a lot of will power to make himself emerge from his home tonight. The pain from last night was still throbbing in his chest, but something else was there tonight. The feeling for revenge. A creature with a malicious thirst for blood had broken its chains inside him and was making the most of its freedom. Emrys didn't stop it. He wanted to make Arthur and his men suffer like they had made Red suffer. Emrys moved faster than he ever had through the city. His feet hardly even touched the tiles beneath as he raced along the rooftops. He was flying.
Something was strange tonight. There was an unnatural feeling in the air. Emrys had always picked up on things like that more than other people. His senses had always been more tuned in than other people's. The reason why wasn't hard to spot. Something was different. But Emrys didn't dwell on this. He had other things to think about. Arthur and what was left of his Knights were using a different strategy tonight. They were sticking together in a pack as they chased after him. It was probably because they only had a small number. They were heading the opposite way to the way they usually tried to chase him. It was like they were trying to barricade him into going this direction. Well Emrys wasn't having any of that. He changed his direction on the roofs. He heard the Knights stop in their tracks and mumble to each other. He heard them creeping round into an alley alongside the rooftop he was on. Emrys peeped over the edge and frowned to see what was happening. Arthur was leaning into Lancelot and whispering something in his ear. Emrys' tuned in hearing only just picked up the end of the instruction.
"…so he'll be at the meeting point we agreed. Tell him he'll need to hurry because we won't be able to keep the Thief much longer. Now go, and try not to let the Thief see you," Arthur finished and nodded toward the end of the alley to indicate he should go. Lancelot nodded back and jogged to the end of the alley. Arthur and his men carried on their search, trying to keep themselves half hidden in the shadows but were still blatantly visible. Lancelot half ran, half hid in the shadows as he ran to wherever this meeting point was. And who had Arthur told him to deliver the message to? Emrys needed a way of losing Arthur and his men and following Lancelot. Then he had the answer. Magic.
Arthur and the Knights had climbed up on the roof by the time he had decided what to do. They were huffing and puffing a little now but still seemed up for the chase. Although that chase would never come. Emrys had better things to do. Arthur gave Emrys a distrustful look as he saw he just stood there, not defending himself. He had no idea what was coming next. Emrys held out his palm displaying a small daisy that had appeared from nowhere. It was frail and a little battered. Arthur's eyes narrowed as Emrys showed him this random thing. He went to charge again but paused to see that Emrys had closed his fingers over the flower and was murmuring an incantation under his breath. When he had finished it he reopened his hand and showed a pure white rose, with no sign of the daisy anywhere. But as quickly as it had appeared, the rose burst into flames. Arthur jumped, only slightly, then recomposed himself before any of his companions noticed his scare. The flames swallowed the rose whole and disintegrated it like acid. The still hungry flames then licked up Emrys' arm, tasting his skin. Emrys didn't flinch. It tickled slightly but he felt no pain. Once the flames had reached halfway up his forearm, they retreated back suddenly and burned in his palm once more. Emrys jerked his head up quickly to see how Arthur was reacting to his little display. He was mesmerised along with the other Knights. But then Emrys noticed something. Where was Gwaine? He hadn't been there since they had started running. But he couldn't think about it for long. Arthur would soon snap out of the trance. Emrys' eyes glinted a gold again as he carried on with the show.