Greece, 1230BC

Water dripped down her arms as she washed the cloths, the water black with the venom of the wolves that stalked the night once a month. A soft sigh left her lips. His wounds were almost healed. It would only be a week before he would be completely healed. Yet, although he would be healed, she was uncertain if those thick black claw marks across his chest would ever heal. Maybe they would, with the millennia to come, but she wouldn't know. She doubted she would ever see him again after he left.

The said man was laid motionless behind her, eyes shut, chest unmoving with breaths that he didn't need nor want. She didn't know how she would feel when he left. There would be nothing else to do during the day but etch her illustrations onto the cave walls that Arcadius loved so much and collect berries from around the cave as well as do mere small tasks around the cave while he went and foraged for food and clean drinking water.

A soft sigh left her lips as she stood, getting up to allow the cloths to dry as she hung them on a small rocky ledge on the cave wall. Water dripped down the cave wall from the cloths, the dripping noise echoing ominously throughout the chamber.

A rustling of fabric sounded behind her. "Human," his voice called and she turned around, blue eyes blinking softly as they found red irises. He motioned with a pale white finger to the edge of the stone ledge he was laid upon and she did so, tucking the skirt of her dress underneath her legs as she placed one behind another.

Ruby red eyes focussed upon her. "What I am about to ask of you will seal how your life turns out, for better, or for worse," he stated coolly and she gave a gentle nod, a small smile on her face as she folded her hands in her lap, eyes focussed on his face as she listened to what he was about to say.

He was silent for a moment before he sat up straighter, eyes focussed intensely on her blue ones. "If you could ask me for anything, what would it be?"

Lysandra gave a small frown as she mulled over his question before she gave a wide smile, looking at him. "I would ask that you find someone," she answered softly, her smile gentle. He arched a brow and she looked down at her clasped hands before back to him. "I would ask that you find someone who you believe is good enough in a dark world to not be consumed by said darkness, someone who will remain pure and warm to you throughout your no doubt many millennia's of existence that are to come."

Caius was quiet, words he had never thought that would've came out of her mouth coming out of them. He would've expected her to ask for immortality, for him to annihilate the Children of the Moon, to give her brother and herself eternal life, not for him to find someone in this world who would make him whole, in a round about way of saying such a thing.

And little did she know, she'd just achieved all of the above without ever even saying any of those fore mentioned things.


The moon, a half moon, shone bright in the midnight sky, a bright, gleaning half circle that illuminated the forest around them. It was cool, a gentle breeze rustling the undergrowth as they both stood on the edge of the sandy shoreline, the waves lapping at the golden sands not even a hundred feet from where they stood.

Lysandra gave a small smile as she held the repaired, heavy cloak out. "Here. I've been repairing it since we first found you," she answered softly when he gave her a look.

The blonde immortal shook his head. "Keep it, human. I'll be back for it in half a dozen years or so, but only if you prove something to me." He took a step closer. "Every three hundred days, I will revisit this shoreline. If you are here each of those times until I deem it time to reveal myself back to you, then you are true to your words that you believe there is still good in this dismal world of ours. If you don't turn up but one of those times, then you don't mean those words you spoke so passionately." He wagered.

A small smile graced her lips as she shook her head. "You don't need to come back for us. We never asked for anything in return for helping you," she answered and a dry smirk appeared on his face. "But you did. You asked me to find someone who is pure and warm to me, but I'm not like the beasts or men. I'll return for you when I deem it to be the right time, as I will for Arcadius. I owe you one, humans, and I always repay my debts, regardless of the person they are." He stated coolly.

Lysandra gave a small smile as she hugged the cloak tight to her chest. "I'll take good care of it, I promise," she whispered and Arcadius lifted his chin slightly. "A half days trek from here is a settlement, maybe a quarter of a days trek for you. I suggest you feed before you begin on your travels if you're to get a head start on the wolf men." He suggested.

Caius gave a slight smirk as he looked at the dark haired man. "Now you might just make a good vampire, Arcadius," he jested cruelly and the dark haired man gave a barely concealed, amused tilt of his lips as he placed a hand on Lysandra's shoulder. "We'll see. We should be going back to the cave. They still have patrols here nightly, even in their human form. I'd rather not chance being on the end of those teeth." He stated dryly.

The blonde man nodded curtly, looking vaguely uncomfortable at the prospect of that happening again. He looked at Lysandra. "Until we meet again, Lysandra," he glanced at the man, "Arcadius," he clipped before, in a rush of air, he vanished from sight, leaving the two siblings standing alone, on the beach, nothing but the moon illuminating the golden sands around them.