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Naild frowned a bit, "But your dreams might mean something..." He never remembered if he had a dream or not. He was sure he did have them like everyone else but he never remembered anything when he awoke. Sometimes he thought that was a real blessing...times like now. He went with her toward the kitchen feeling hungry as well but then she stopped and looked a bit off. "It's your seeing. Relax and let the vision come Rebecca. The more you can see the better we can handle the trouble." Her words about his mother had hit him hard. He hadn't actually even thought about her in days, and that shamed his soul. Now as he urged her to remember as much as she could, he found himself worried about her. There was a sick sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that would not let loose. He could almost hear her speaking words he did not want to hear before she opened her mouth or had even see everything the Sight was trying to tel her.
Chastianna blushed a bit, "I think anyone would look amazing in that dress. It was divine." She came near to him and looked him over carefully, "No..not a bit of snootiness to be seen. You just look your handsome self...well perhaps a bit cleaner." Her eyes sparkled with impishness and she bowed her head slightly, "An escort to breakfast would be most welcome, thank you." It felt lice to have the comfort of another meal, that could be eaten in safety. Like him, she found herself looking for evil creatures where there were none out of habit. "It's kind of nice not to have to worry about monsters around every corner isn't it?"
Caden felt the little high five from his son and grinned a bit. "He's going to be strong.." He flipped open his journal and was about to say something when a wave of dark magic washed over him and sent a ripple up his spine. "We need to go to the war room and wait for Morden and the others to arrive...something is happening. I can feel it." He reached for her hand and then left their room and made their way into the throne room just as the others arrived there. He looked at the entrance and frowned, "They look agitated too..." His hand gave hers a reassuring squeeze as he stood and waited for the others to enter and move toward them. "I take it all of you felt what I did?"
Morden stepped forward, "Helena is not fully contained...her dark magic is seeping out. I can't tell what she is up to but it's never good."
Ulna looked at Morden, "And how do we know you are?" There was wariness in her voice and body language. "I tried to scry you out this morning and was given nothing. The first time ever. You have blocked my sight somehow."
"Not I," he defended. "I have no reason to limit your sight Sovalna...especially now when it may be the best means of discovering Helena's intent." He couldn't blame her for distrusting him though given the bombshell he laid on them yesterday. "It is true that I have done things in secret, that I have kept secrets for decades, but all I do is to protect the Fae and this family...my family."
Varen listened and his mind was working overtime, "There will be time enough to bicker about the right and wrong of past decisions. We need to know what is going on now so that we may defend ourselves against it. I do not like to feel like I am stabbing at the dark blindly."
Caden nodded, "I quite agree...and Sovalna. I understand your concern. Perhaps we should find Rebecca...it could be Helena does not know of her gift and has not thought to block her powers...I know she is not trained but ..."
Ulna nodded, "NO, she is not, but I can interpret her visions if she can see them. Between the two of us we should be able to figure things out."
Caden nodded and pulled Lauranna closer, "If I had to guess I would wager they are in or near the kitchen by now. We should bring Chastianna and Gavin as well. I wouldn't want Helena to be hurting them now that we have them safely here."
Luckily for them all, Helena was not all knowing or capable of seeing outside her cell. She was sending out waves of black magic intended to alter the mind and will of whoever was susceptible to it. Her motive was to see their society tear itself apart from within, to spread hatred and mistrust, and to have them tear at one another until they were all dead and gone. The only purposeful thing she had done was set the magic against Morden's family as a direct target. Any way she could hurt him and make him vulnerable was of benefit to her.
Alden heard odd sounds not far from where he was picking berries and crouched down beneath the thick underbrush as they neared. It was a rather large group of people! He hadn't seen anyone human since he'd arrived, and joy filled him. He was about to reveal himself when their conversation reached his ears. They had left someone for dead? What the devil kind of people were these? He stayed hidden until they were far gone and he could no longer hear them and then he retraced their path. It was not at all difficult since they ere tramping down everything in their path mindlessly. If they didn't care about being followed, they were more ruthless than he feared. He found a larger area of crushed undergrowth and saw the hole. he rushed over to it and saw a body at the bottom of the hole. "Dear God!" he exclaimed as he saw the blood and the broken look of her body. "They were beating on a woman?!" His anger was elevated to an entirely different place and he vowed to stay clear of the people forever. He considered his options and pulled the knife from the leather sheath at his thigh and began cutting long lengths of vine from those hanging from the tall trees above. He wove them quickly and expertly into a makeshift carried ad then tied off his long rope to a thick tree trunk near the hole. He lowered himself and the carrier into the hole and hoped she'd remain unconscious. He knew moving her was going to hurt, but he had no choice. he could not tend here in this confined space. He pulled her from the ground and tied her to the carrier and then climbed back up before dragging the carrier up afterward. She was in far worse condition than he'd originally imagined and he decided to leave her in the carrier. Tying it to his shoulder he began making his way back to his home near the very edge of the forests to the south where the two rivers met. He tried to go slow enough so as not to jostle her overmuch, but not so slow that she would possibly die before he arrived home,
Chastianna blushed a bit, "I think anyone would look amazing in that dress. It was divine." She came near to him and looked him over carefully, "No..not a bit of snootiness to be seen. You just look your handsome self...well perhaps a bit cleaner." Her eyes sparkled with impishness and she bowed her head slightly, "An escort to breakfast would be most welcome, thank you." It felt lice to have the comfort of another meal, that could be eaten in safety. Like him, she found herself looking for evil creatures where there were none out of habit. "It's kind of nice not to have to worry about monsters around every corner isn't it?"
Caden felt the little high five from his son and grinned a bit. "He's going to be strong.." He flipped open his journal and was about to say something when a wave of dark magic washed over him and sent a ripple up his spine. "We need to go to the war room and wait for Morden and the others to arrive...something is happening. I can feel it." He reached for her hand and then left their room and made their way into the throne room just as the others arrived there. He looked at the entrance and frowned, "They look agitated too..." His hand gave hers a reassuring squeeze as he stood and waited for the others to enter and move toward them. "I take it all of you felt what I did?"
Morden stepped forward, "Helena is not fully contained...her dark magic is seeping out. I can't tell what she is up to but it's never good."
Ulna looked at Morden, "And how do we know you are?" There was wariness in her voice and body language. "I tried to scry you out this morning and was given nothing. The first time ever. You have blocked my sight somehow."
"Not I," he defended. "I have no reason to limit your sight Sovalna...especially now when it may be the best means of discovering Helena's intent." He couldn't blame her for distrusting him though given the bombshell he laid on them yesterday. "It is true that I have done things in secret, that I have kept secrets for decades, but all I do is to protect the Fae and this family...my family."
Varen listened and his mind was working overtime, "There will be time enough to bicker about the right and wrong of past decisions. We need to know what is going on now so that we may defend ourselves against it. I do not like to feel like I am stabbing at the dark blindly."
Caden nodded, "I quite agree...and Sovalna. I understand your concern. Perhaps we should find Rebecca...it could be Helena does not know of her gift and has not thought to block her powers...I know she is not trained but ..."
Ulna nodded, "NO, she is not, but I can interpret her visions if she can see them. Between the two of us we should be able to figure things out."
Caden nodded and pulled Lauranna closer, "If I had to guess I would wager they are in or near the kitchen by now. We should bring Chastianna and Gavin as well. I wouldn't want Helena to be hurting them now that we have them safely here."
Luckily for them all, Helena was not all knowing or capable of seeing outside her cell. She was sending out waves of black magic intended to alter the mind and will of whoever was susceptible to it. Her motive was to see their society tear itself apart from within, to spread hatred and mistrust, and to have them tear at one another until they were all dead and gone. The only purposeful thing she had done was set the magic against Morden's family as a direct target. Any way she could hurt him and make him vulnerable was of benefit to her.
Alden heard odd sounds not far from where he was picking berries and crouched down beneath the thick underbrush as they neared. It was a rather large group of people! He hadn't seen anyone human since he'd arrived, and joy filled him. He was about to reveal himself when their conversation reached his ears. They had left someone for dead? What the devil kind of people were these? He stayed hidden until they were far gone and he could no longer hear them and then he retraced their path. It was not at all difficult since they ere tramping down everything in their path mindlessly. If they didn't care about being followed, they were more ruthless than he feared. He found a larger area of crushed undergrowth and saw the hole. he rushed over to it and saw a body at the bottom of the hole. "Dear God!" he exclaimed as he saw the blood and the broken look of her body. "They were beating on a woman?!" His anger was elevated to an entirely different place and he vowed to stay clear of the people forever. He considered his options and pulled the knife from the leather sheath at his thigh and began cutting long lengths of vine from those hanging from the tall trees above. He wove them quickly and expertly into a makeshift carried ad then tied off his long rope to a thick tree trunk near the hole. He lowered himself and the carrier into the hole and hoped she'd remain unconscious. He knew moving her was going to hurt, but he had no choice. he could not tend here in this confined space. He pulled her from the ground and tied her to the carrier and then climbed back up before dragging the carrier up afterward. She was in far worse condition than he'd originally imagined and he decided to leave her in the carrier. Tying it to his shoulder he began making his way back to his home near the very edge of the forests to the south where the two rivers met. He tried to go slow enough so as not to jostle her overmuch, but not so slow that she would possibly die before he arrived home,
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