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Anrar was mentally cursing at the idea of an escort, but he merely nodded politely, knowing better than to actually hope that they'd let them pass through without being watched. Tactical, smart, yes, but extremely inconvenient at the moment. Still, the elemental knew that as long as he stuck to the original story, told as much truth as possible and didn't add a great swathe of detail then he'd be fine. Lying was better kept simple and sown with enough truth that it sounded like the truth. Anrar was actually quite good at it, hence his words to Evel about her need to brush up on her skill at it.

Right now it was saving their lives as they were led into the trees and Anrar glanced at Evel, noting the nervous chewing of her lip, the tremors and the general paleness about her. His dark green eyes softened a bit and he gave her a reassuring expression, mouthing a word to her while he could; 'relax'. She was far too tense and while he knew the reason for it, didn't fault her for it, he also knew it could get them caught. He would take care of her. She was going to be all right. He wished he could say that to her, could hug her and reassure her properly, but he couldn't.

His actions were even more restricted when two centaurs joined them, both black of hide and hair, looking far less friendly than the brown one had, which made sense to Anrar. Brown centaurs were usually bowmen, scouts and negotiators while black centaurs were the sword-wielders, generals, commanders and generally the warrior strain of the whole race. The fact that these two were accompanying them showed that the brown centaur wasn't quite sure of their story, but wasn't ready to proclaim them guilty either.

If they failed to match up with their story, though, the black centaur were more than capable of taking them out.

Anrar wasn't going to give them an excuse to do so and when they were beckoned to follow by one warrior - the other taking up position behind them - the elemental did so, expecting Evel to do so the same.
 
Evel saw what Anrar mouthed and let out a small breath, trying to relax herself. The centaurs always scared her, even in battle. She had been told by the man who took her in under the knights, a now retired soldier by the name of Kazu that her parents were killed by the centaurs. She often wondered if that was true and why a man who took her off the streets knew that.

She bit her lip, hard. She had to focus! She was getting off track just as she usually did. It was no wonder she was never chosen for missions like these. She was a horrible liar, and whenever confronted up close she trembled at the centaurs. She put her bow back where it belonged, knowing that holding the weapon any longer would hint at hostility.

She followed Anrar, wishing she could set camp and get away from the centaurs. She wished they were alone so she could hear him call her "little bird". Whenever he did, she knew everything was going to be alright. She slowly sucked a bit of blood from her lip, having pulled enough skin off to make it bleed.
 
The ride through the forest was quiet. No one spoke, but Anrar could feel the eyes of the centaur behind them burning into his back. He noted that the one in the front was doing the same, glancing back every so often, eyes flickering to Evel, but focusing more on the elemental and something like warning curled through the blond. Something was wrong...or was going to be. It was as they were nearing the border of the Nevini Forest - coming across the deep ravine that divided this section of forest from the next, only connected by an old wooden bridge - that the two centaurs stopped and turned to face the two Knights.

Anrar immediately noted how their hands had tightened on their weapons and it became clear to him what their orders had been; get them away, beyond help and then dispose of them. The Centaurs couldn't risk that they were enemies, working for the elves even if they weren't elves and they were doubtful of Evel. The elemental could recognize the strategy in this, but that didn't mean he was going to allow it. He didn't reach for a weapon, but he didn't have to.

The moment they moved forward so did his flame, flaring out from his hand and doing nothing more than wrapping in a loose circle around each of the black centaur's necks. They stilled immediately, going rigid and for a creature of fire, Anrar's voice, his eyes were cold as he slowly rode closer to the two. "Did you honestly think that two of you were going to be enough?" He made a slight motion, a signal to Evel to draw her bow, knowing that a backup plan was always a good thing. She could take one of them down easily before the centaur could hope to strike.

The lead centaur's gaze darkened angrily, hands tightening on his weapon, though he didn't move, wary of touching that fire around his throat. "Your tricks will not stop us." he growled out and Anrar outright grinned, but it wasn't a true smile, more of a baring of the teeth as if in a snarl. "No, but two words might; Nosič Úmrtia." He watched fear bloom into their eyes, understanding following and Anrar looked to Evel, beckoning her to start toward the bridge before he turned back to the two horse-men.

"Right now I am sure you're remembering just what a little fire can do, how it can suck the breath from your body and burn the oxygen from your blood. I've done it before, I could easily do it again."

If centaurs could pale, they'd done so and Anrar glanced to see where Evel was before he spoke again. "Or I could let you go back to your people and you can tell them you did your duty. My friend and I came through this forest without desire to quarrel and that is the way we wish to leave it. I will give you your lives in return for your silence about us."

There was a long moment of stillness before the first centaur sheathed his blade, hands up a bit and the second growled but followed suit. Anrar said nothing, not needing to as he kicked his horse into a faster walk away from them, out of range of their weapons before he summoned the fire back to his hand. Their hands when to their throats, rubbing as if they'd felt the actual flames touch their skin, but they didn't pursue as the elemental and the elf started across the bridge. Anrar knew they wouldn't keep their end of the bargain, would tell their people, but he also knew there were a great many places to hide in the larger forest of Zasa beyond.
 
Evel had drawn her bow and arrows as soon as the fire had shot from her friends hand. She looked at the two harshly, waiting to see which one would get an arrow through their eye. She hesitated when Anrar motioned for her to ride off, but did as she was asked. She rode across the bridge carefully, keeping her horse steady as they rode.

Of course the centaurs were going to kill them. Was there any doubt? She gripped her bow tightly, hoping that Anrar would come along soon enough. The damn centaurs were probably going to send more after them. She waited near the edge of where they were heading, bow drawn with an arrow ready. She waited until Anrar was across before shooting the ropes that connected the wooden bridge from one side to the next. She was sure to retrieve her arrows afterwards, the things stuck in the ground after shooting the bridge down.

When Evel mounted her horse again and started off with Anrar, she looked apologetic. "I know that will get rid of one way for us to get home, but we can find another way around. It will at least slow the centaurs coming from there somewhat." She went back to chewing on her lip, unsure if she had done more harm then good. She hadn't been on missions like this before so she felt very unsure of herself.
 
If she thought she was going to get condemnation from him, Evel would be waiting a long time as Anrar only glanced back to the ravine with a frown. "If you didn't shoot it I was going to burn it." he answered simply enough and then faced forward again, looking down at his hand before he brought his fingers up to rub at his temple, feeling the familiar pain there. Nosič Úmrtia. Those two words, that phrase, title always brought a spike of pain and he didn't know why. The centaurs had given it to him during the war such a fierce enemy had he become to them, but somehow it pulled at a part of Anrar hidden in the darkness of his amnesia. He didn't understand how that made sense, though. He'd been nothing but a slip of a child when he'd come to Chalicia. Hardly a threat and certainly not worthy of a title such as Nosič Úmrtia.

So many things about the word and phrases, images and information he felt like he remembered didn't make sense, though, so this was just another piece of a puzzle he could not solve and Anrar tried to push it away and focus again. He let his hand drop, withholding the wince as his head throbbed and instead he looked back to Evel, flickering concern in his forest-hued eyes. She'd gotten rather shaken up back there and he didn't like seeing her that way.

He knew the story of her parents - another thing that didn't make much sense - and he knew how it effected her. Often times it made him wonder why she'd wanted to become a Knight, but then again maybe he already knew the answer. To not feel helpless, perhaps even revenge. They seemed the most logical reasons.

"Little bird, you all right?"
 
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Evel quickly nodded. "Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine..." She said, looking down at her hands. She then looked up at Anrar, almost analyzing him. "Your head's hurting you again, isn't it?" The question sounded more like a statement as she looked over her friend in worry. She knew that whenever his head hurt it meant that it was something he was thinking about that was connected to his old life. She worried sometimes that he might go crazy because of it.

As they rode, trees towered over them. Evel remembered times when she and her fellow archers would hide in those trees, hoping to ambush the centaurs below. Sometimes the unlucky ones fell to the centaurs bows and arrows and would fall great heights to the ground. It was a scary thought and a scary thing to imagine. Yet that was reality for most of the archers. Broken and lifeless, the bodies would often be carried back in carts. There was always someone sobbing when the archers or any of the knights came back.

Evel sucked on her bottom lip, her body still on high alert. They had quite a ways to go before they could even hope to return home. Hopefully they would return successful and the kingdom would not have to worry about losing its royal family.
 
Well, that nodding had been much too quick. She wasn't being entirely truthful, he could tell that easily. Her body was too tense, her mouth working her lip too much and she wouldn't stop looking around, searching as if more centaurs would jump out from behind the trees at any minute. Still, he didn't call her on it, knowing very well that such unease would fade as they got further away from centaur lands and the war going on between the elves and the horse people. In the meantime, it was his turn to lie or tell the truth and the blond sighed, knowing damn well that he wouldn't lie to Evel unless it was vitally important that he do so. Now as not such a time.

"It is. Hasn't much stopped." he confided quietly before glancing back to his friend and changing the subject. "I've been thinking about how to find the Elementals and I think I might have a place to start." He hadn't taken to calling them his kin. As far as Anrar was concerned, these people were nothing to him at this time. He didn't know how he'd been separated from them, but what stood out in his mind was that no one had come for him. No one had found him and if one elemental was somehow able to find another, why had no one come to claim him? He had grown up in a safe place, yes. He had Evel, yes. Training, a life now, yes. But that didn't change the fact that it had not been among his own kind, that he'd been teased and avoided, that he'd not had true parents or family, that he could barely control his power because no one could teach him. The good things did not outweigh the bad and the bad did not outweigh the good, but the bad had still happened.

"The faerie are close to the elements, they understand them and live by their laws. It might be that they have connections with the Elementals as well."
 
"Alright... then I guess we have to go find the faeries." Evel sighed. "I hope you know how to find them because I don't." Faeries were elusive and she doubted they would be able to find them soon. They were the one race besides elementals that she knew nothing about. Ask her about a drow, she could tell you everything about them. Mermaids? No problem. But faeries, she was completely clueless about faeries.

As they rode through the forest, Evel started to relax. She still kept an eye out for centaurs but she did not have the look of a skittish rabbit anymore. She was curious as to how they were going to find these faeries. Were they going to lure them out somehow? Maybe they were going to find some handsome man or beautiful woman and seduce the faeries out. She blinked. Where did that thought come from?

Evel had been thinking all sorts of strange things lately. She'd have to write them down sometime so she wouldn't forget them or maybe find out how to make sense of them. She was on a mission and couldn't afford to mess it up.
 
Annnd there she went daydreaming again. Or at least she was in deep thought, something Anrar noted by the distant look in her green eyes. He thought about asking about it, but decided against it for the time being, instead answering her question that hadn't really been posed as a question. "I know how to find them." He did, too. He didn't know how he knew, but somehow the knowledge was there and the elemental decided not to question it lest he make his head hurt more than it already did.

No, he drew attention to something else instead, looking back to Evel, that faint smile curling his lips upward. "We need some meat." He said nothing more, kicking Firekicker into a faster pace nearing a run, knowing she'd follow behind eagerly. They both rather liked hunting.

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They reached the ocean three days later, something neither of them had seen often and Anrar dismounted as their horses trekked through the sand, looking around at the open ocean and the shoreline as he inhaled deeply. Salt hit his nose strongly, the wind playing with his long hair as the call of the gulls sounded overhead. His red mount pawed at the sand, wanting a good roll and the elemental rubbed his neck, but kept a firm hold on his bridle. The last thing he wanted was to be cleaning sand out of the saddle!

Dark green eyes looked to Evel. "It should only be about two more hours if we follow the shoreline to Fae Rocks." Such was the place Faerie were rumored to live - well, water faerie anyway - and it was the only information Anrar had to go off of, the only tidbit that came into his head.
 
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Evel nodded ready to find these faeries. She had been getting antsy lately and she wasn't sure why. Something in her gut just kept telling her that something big was going to happen. She started to hum an old tune her guardian had often sung when she was younger. It kept her mind off of whatever danger there was going to come their way.

The short knight looked out at the sea in curiosity. She had never been this far out before, staying near the forest and elf territory. This would have been a horrible place for the archers to fight because their arrows could stray into the water, floating away to never be found again. Plus mermaids often would take away archers if they strayed to far into the water.

Mermaids. They were creatures that Evel feared yet was most fascinated by. A female dominated race that used the feminine charms to woo men to their watery graves. Some even managed to take women, but that was quite rare. She heard of one instance in which a mermaid had taken a human only to use some ritual magic to transform the poor thing into another mermaid. It did save the poor thing's life, but the human never saw its family ever again.
 
Anrar led the way in quiet, walking at the moment as his back end needed the rest, his legs enjoyed the stretch and he couldn't rightly resist the lure of the beach itself. He would have taken his shoes off and armor too if they'd not been pressed for time and he longed to go in the water. For a creature of fire he was actually quite fond of water, a peculiarity but that was Anrar in a nutshell. He watched the crashing of the waves with an almost nostalgic expression as they continued on, and nearly an hour had gone by, putting them halfway to their destination, when the blond's eyes caught on to a rock formation in the water. It was narrow, looking flat enough to walk on and he stopped, studying it closer, feeling inexplicably drawn.

"Anrar! Just jump!"

The shout came from a girl already in the ocean, her hair as red as fire, plastered to her head as she kicked to stay afloat. Her dark green eyes challenged him, but they laughed as well and the blond wrinkled his nose, looking at the ocean with distaste. "I'm going to! Just...give me a minute..."

The girl laughed, moving closer to the rock. "You've been saying that for five minutes now. I think you're scared."

"I am not!"

"Are too!" She splashed at him then and the boy narrowed his own dark green eyes back at her and he pushed off from the rock, hitting the ocean a moment later. Not two seconds after that, he was chasing after the laughing girl until they both hit the sand, scrambled up and took off running, giggles and laughter and mock-threats ringing through the air.

The elemental came back out of the memory, his very first one about his childhood, with a gasp of wonder and then stifled cry of pain as he grabbed his head, sinking down to his knees. Stars, it hurt! The blond attempted to breathe past the agony, more vague images passing through his mind, but unable to be captured until they all finally stilled and he was left trying to draw in ragged breaths, the pain easing slowly, allowing his grip to loosen as he shuddered.
 
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As Anrar came out of the memory, Evel was by his side, making sure that if he needed support, he would get it. Her hand hovered over his back as she watched him with concerned eyes. She the poor man was probably suffering a lot more than she knew. Evel couldn't understand what he was going through, but she sure as hell could try and comfort him throughout it.

The young knight waited before asking quietly, "Do you want to talk about it?" She didn't want to pressure the man, but it helped a lot of people to talk about what was troubling them. Maybe it would help Anrar in this particular situation. He hadn't responded to her for quite some time so she was more than just a bit worried. If he needed to rest then they would stop for the day.

Unbeknownst to the two, a figure was watching them. In the ocean, a village of mermaids happened to settle in the coral areas near the coast. It was roomy enough for them and they had free access to any unsuspecting person walking by. This mermaid noticed the two and was happy to see two men, or at least what looked like two men, to fall under her spell and become her dinner. Even beautiful creatures of the deep had to eat after all! She waited, keeping out of sight as the two talked.
 
Dragging in a few more inhales and slowly feeling the pain lessen further, Anrar slowly opened his eyes, wincing as the light hurt for a moment, and then looked out to the ocean again, risking it. The memory didn't resurface, but it was there now, like a piece of the puzzled had finally come into place and was now there to stay. It was an odd feeling and those dark green eyes moved to Evel, wonder and confusion both in his gaze.

"I've...I've been here before...when I was younger, a child." he whispered to her and then shook his head, shutting his eyes again and pressing the heal of his hand to his temple. "It hurt so much, but...I saw it. There was a girl, a girl with red hair. We were playing on that rock. I...I don't know who she is..." That last part was said rather brokenly, the knowledge causing a flare of sadness inside him that he didn't understand. She'd been important to him. He didn't know how much, but he did know that and now he didn't remember her.

But he'd been here before!

The blond looked back around again and once more to Evel, some hope - a first - in his eyes, his face. "I've been here before. I...I know this place." Maybe...maybe his memories would start to come back!
 
Evel smiled as she listened to Anrar. "That's great! You're finally starting to remember a little more than just snippets." She was happy for her friend. He was finding out more about his past, this was great, astounding, amazing even! She wondered if maybe he could figure out just who he was.

She thought about it. What if after he remembered everything, Anrar left the elves. What if he didn't want to be around her anymore. What if he left her? How would she deal with the people who picked on her without Anrar's support? With a quick bite of the lip she dispelled those thoughts. She couldn't think like that.

The creature smirked and slowly started to sing, calling to the two men on the shore. She knew that her powers were among the most potent, dragging even the most powerful of men to her song. She slowly started to swim toward the two, smiling as she sang her sweet calling.
 
Anrar had smiled back faintly at her words, nodding a bit, but his thoughts racing in a million different directions. Yes, he was hopeful, hesitantly excited even about the idea of remembering, but he was also scared of doing so. What if he remembered and found out that he hadn't been wanted? Or that he was the only one of his family left? Or that he'd merely gotten lost or taken away and no one had come for him? What then? What could have happened to him that he didn't remember anything? It couldn't have been something good. Did he want to remember that?

Did he have a choice? It wasn't like he could control it.

The blond resisted the urge to sigh, opening his mouth to say something else, but he stopped, head tilting at the sudden song that floated over the air. His eyes trailed to the water as if drawn by a force he couldn't fight and his dark green eyes met those of the mermaid and Anrar instantly felt both of a strong surge of danger and an even stronger one of longing that was as different of him as the sun was from the moon. Nevertheless, he stood, oblivious to anything else by the song echoing in his ears as he approached the water.

Somewhere inside, a voice screamed at him to stop, but it was distant at the moment and the mermaid's song was not. His walking took him right into the ocean, the fire power inside him curling back, burying deep at the feeling of the liquid, but Anrar didn't pay it any mind.
 
Evel was confused when she saw her friend walk into the water. "Anrar... Anrar, what are you doing? Anrar?" The girl started to chase after him, wondering what had gotten into her friend. The mermaid wasn't happy seeing that one of the men wasn't falling to her charms, but she continued, her song getting louder. She waited until the sand left the tall knight's feet, taking him up in her arms.

Evel, as soon as she saw the woman start to drag her friend away, started to scream louder, running faster, well swimming since she was in water. "Anrar! Don't go with her! She'll kill you!" The small elf was having trouble staying above water as she swam toward the two. "Anrar! We need to go get the magic water to save the king and queen! Don't you remember? Anrar! Anrar please! Anrar!" She started to swallow water, still treading toward her friend.

The mermaid, a young female by the name of Delilah, was curious as to why this young man was not reacting to her song. It then hit her once the elf stepped into the water. This was no male, but a female! A female elf who was after the hunk of a man she wanted as her dinner. Well, Delilah was never one to share. She might as well let the poor thing drown. It would be better than the fate of her friend either way. Besides, she seemed like one that wouldn't taste that good.

"What about finding the Elementals, Anrar? Your people! Your memories! We could find the others like you! Anrar snap out of it!" The sea creature's red eyes widened. Elemental? She was holding an elemental? An elemental looking for magic water.... She gasped, her tan skin paling in fright. She quickly kissed the man, the only real thing that broke their spell, ironically. She then looked to the elf who... wasn't there. She sighed as she shoved a small piece of purple seaweed into Anrar's mouth, giving him temporary gills that allowed him to breathe under the water. The mermaid swept aside her purple colored hair and dove under with the elemental, fully intending on leaving the poor elf behind. The thing would swim to shore, she knew it.

Evel struggled as she slowly sank into the water. She had never really learned how to swim so she was pretty useless once the mermaid had gotten them in deep enough water. The small knight struggled, water filling her lungs as her vision started to fade to black.
 
He heard her. He did. He just couldn't get his will to work! And there was no telling if Anrar would have been able to do so or not because he suddenly didn't have to. His mind came back to him, disoriented and confused and he automatically swallowed some of the seaweed on reflex, staring at the mermaid with an entirely different emotion now; fear. He didn't know why he could suddenly think again - the kiss hadn't registered - but he did know one thing as he was pulled under; this woman was not Evel and therefore he didn't trust her or want to go with her. And where was his friend? Where was his little bird?

Anrar struggled in the mermaid's grasp, her strength nothing to shy at. He couldn't break free, though and his power was useless down here. But his lightning wasn't. As soon as his eyes caught sight of Evel, he gave a gasp, not really comprehending that he was breathing at the moment, too panicked to care, and his power flared rather violently. A jolt shot from his body into the mermaid - not enough to kill or maim, but enough to hurt - and as soon as he was released he swam with all haste toward the female Knight.

She was in his arms in no time, but Anrar knew they were too far from the surface to save her and he didn't know where to find whatever he'd swallowed! So he did the only thing he could think of, nothing but the desire to save Evel in his mind. He kissed her, pushing whatever seaweed still remained in his mouth into hers before pulling back, hoping, praying that it would work. He couldn't lose her! He couldn't...
 
Delilah let out a scream when he shocked her. Couldn't the damn elemental tell she wasn't going to eat him? It was when she noticed the man going after his little companion that she sighed and quickly swam over. She took the small knight out of the elemental's grasp, closing the slightly ajar mouth and holding the girl's nose. This made the elf swallow and start to breathe again as the seaweed did its job. The mermaid would have to wake her up later when they got to the leader, for now the elf's body needed to adjust from such a rapid change.

"For someone from a race that has been rumored to be one of the most intelligent, you really are dumb. If you really cared about her that much you could have just told me instead of just shocking me!" The mermaid growled before sighing. "Whatever, come with me. I need to bring you to the grand elder anyway. The girl will be fine. She may have a raging headache though, so be prepared." With that said, Delilah started to swim off, taking one of Anrar's hands to help him keep up, carrying Evel like one would a toddler.

The mermaid soon started to make smalltalk to hopefully relax her new acquaintance. "Why would the girl where bindings? That's probably doing horrible things to her chest! She needs to be supporting her assets, not hiding them away! And yet she still managed to attract a man like you." Delilah looked down at the elf. "Maybe the poor thing was forced by her mean relatives and that's why she has to where such awful things. If only she was born a mermaid, then maybe she wouldn't have to wear them. I'll see to it that some... proper attire is made for your little mate here. She can't go prancing around in that armor of hers when it restricts her so!"

All during this, Evel was back in her dreamland, talking to her parents about how her friend was about to be eaten by a mermaid. She was a young child and told how she managed to save the poor man with a single kiss and had beaten the mermaid, making her her servant. Her parents were smiling at her knowingly, entertaining her imagination as they kept her mind warm and safe.
 
If Anrar had been on land there was absolutely no way he would have let Evel out of his grasp and no one would have been able to take her from him, but as it was he didn't have much leverage in the ocean and he was still shaken up by what had happened, nearly happened...was happening? He stared at the woman and didn't answer, nearly ready to growl back at her, the arrogant thing. If she hadn't tried to freaking EAT HIM in the first place and left Evel to drown, he would have been thinking a lot more clearly! And how the bloody hell was he supposed to know that she would have helped him!? He wasn't a mind-reader!

Still, he clamped his teeth down on his tongue, not necessarily wanting the mermaid to change her mind and he allowed himself to be pulled along, kicking a bit to help but in all truth only coming because Evel was still in the devilish creature's arms. He didn't relax in the slightest and no amount of small talk would make him do so. He didn't respond to the female as she rambled, alternating between keeping his eyes on Evel to make sure nothing happened to her and their surroundings.

It was starting to sink in that he was underwater, breathing water and being taken to a place he didn't know by a creature that had minute ago tried to eat him and was now saying he needed to see a Grand Elder....whatever that was. It was overwhelming and suddenly Anrar felt another lightning flare starting to build. They'd just reached the entrance to the mermaid city when Anrar jerked his hand out of the female's and his entire body shuddered violently as the lightning crackled around him, flaring off into the water, creating a charge that would zap anything that came too close right now.

He felt like he was slowly suffocating. Yes, he could technically breathe, but he was a fire being, a creature who's core was made of flame, created from it and he was...under water. No air, nothing to fuel the fire inside, everything suppressing it and his body was rejecting it. He wouldn't be able to be here long and the lightning was reacting to the stress, in protest of what was happening. And Anrar didn't know how to control it anymore than he knew about elementals themselves.

All he knew was that he was struggling not to panic, trying to convince his mind that he was breathing, that it was fine.

His mind wasn't much up for listening, though, the lightning did die down again.
 
Delilah sighed when she grabbed onto Anrar after the lightning died down. "We'll get you in some air soon, fire boy. And don't worry so much. The grand elder will make sure you are not eaten by the rest of the mermaids." She led the man through the city, ignoring the looks that most of the inhabitants were giving the two.

She led Anrar to a strange dome like structure that seemed to be filled half with water and half with air. She dove under it to get into the entrance. They swam through a strange tunnel before popping up, their heads and neck above water. The rest was below water so it was comfortable enough for the mermaids to swim in. Delilah led them through large crystal hallways that showed the sea around them. Mermaids bowed to Delilah as she swam into what seemed to be some kind of throne room with an old mermaid sitting at the top.

Delilah bowed as best as she could and motioned for Anrar to do the same. The old woman smiled. "Ah, my sweet daughter Delilah. Have you brought back a meal?" The old woman asked. Her gray hair was loose and wavy as red eyes watched the three figures with a smile. A large necklace sat around her neck, a huge jewel in the middle.

"No, Mother. I have brought an elemental and his mate. She has been forced to bindings to look like a man." Delilah answered, looking over at the elemental. "They are searching for the Agua del Mistico." She shifted Evel, who stirred, but did not awaken.

The elder, Delilah's mother as it seemed, nodded. "I see. Then go clean the girl up. She looks filthy. I will have a word with the elemental before sending him to clean up too." Delilah nodded before swimming off with Evel.
 
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