Page 105 of Forever My Siren Luna
“How do I know you won’t kill them the moment I do?” I asked with maddened worry. Even Val was still inside my mind, both our eyes trained on those little feet kicking and dangling from the warrior's shoulders.
“You don’t,” My uncle shruged, “but you can be sure that if you don’t, those two boys will die, and we will take you anyway, using any means necessary.”
Val snapped into action, calling on Cherum and our guard, praying they can make it here soon…..
Because we have no choice. We are going with him. I bent to grab the collar, the weight of it scorching my hands. Once this is on me, Val will be contained, and there will be no call for help from either of us then.
Cherum stirred frantically in the mind link, his voice screaming for my location. He can feel me. I felt him hurrying back towards the castle, but he was in the town with Percy still, seeing to Mimi’s remains.
The alarm bell, deep and lumbering, echoed in the stormy sky, and a sea of frenzy can be heard above the cliffs, warriors and guards coming to my aid, no doubt at Cherum’s command.
My uncle snarled in frustration.
“THEY DIE!”
“Wait!” Stepped forward as the warrior threw the boys to the ground, another stepping forward with a blade raise. “I’ll come! I'll go with you! Just let them go!”
Wayne looked above the cliff then back at me.
“Five seconds, Elelira,” my uncle snarled, nodding toward the collar.
Cherum is still bellowing in my head, Val snarling and growling for him to hurry, but as I fasten the collar in place, my head goes silent. I am utterly alone with this mad man with all his cruelty, trusting his word that he will take me and leave the boys in one piece.
The chaos of Hidden Cove guards is growing louder, they have made their way upshore to the beach, but still too far to see me and the doom I'm facing.
My uncle came forward and grabbed my wrist, jerking me with him and telling his men to hurry and leave the boys.
Westley’s eyes met mine as I was dragged away. The ache I see in him is all for me. I can feel it is, but there is no way for me to ease his pain and reassure him I will be okay.
I will probably not be okay, but I couldn’t let them die as their lives have barely begun.
Suddenly, my chest throbs from the outside, reassuring sparks dancing on my skin. The magic of my father is seeping through me.
My necklace. My father's necklace and its magic is seeping into my heart, welling inside of me like the day I can run away.
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Lachlan
This was different. Different from anything I have experienced in war before, and I have been in a lot of battles. More battles than you could possibly count.
This isn’t a battle. Not yet. We’re just waiting. Waiting for the ball to drop. Waiting for them to make a move. If we make the move as things are right now, we will do more than cause more bloodshed on our side. That is the way of war. You wait for your opponent to attack first. We have never had to wait before. No one is attacking. No one is invading. When we rode to the place where my warrior last saw my Beta, the demons were already just waiting on the other side of our border, watching but not attacking. They were merely looking over the rocky landscape, waiting for us to arrive.
I’ve never faced an enemy like this. What are they waiting for?
The warriors who had departed with Nilo were torn to pieces, their bodies ripped apart along the bloody landscape. Evidence of the battle coated the ground all across our packland. The monstrous tracks of retreat ran back over the border. They came to attack then, but now they are keeping their distance. It doesn't make sense.
Among the massacred, Nilo and Beretta’s bodies could not be found. Everyone else was accounted for except for them. We were hoping they had survived, but if they had been taken hostage instead, death may have been a mercy. There is no telling what the clans of the north are capable of doing.
The demons and other races of the North, the orcs, dark fae, necromancers, giants, trolls and goblins, and all the deformed creatures of depravity have arrived. All but the vampires are here watching, but they will surely come out again at night, as they did last night when we first arrived. They left just a few hours ago when twilight arrived. All the clans are watching and ready, but none are crossing to our side. They’re simply setting up camp and standing guard.
Are they waiting for us to come to them? That has never happened before. We have always had to push them out of our lands. They covet the south, invading and seeking to destroy all we hold dear. Never have we had to cross into the north first.
There is a reason no one besides these deprived beings claims the land to the north. It’s desolate. Starved of life. There is no reprieve or the tiniest bit of comfort on land such as this. The shards of rock cropping the border are sharpened like fangs, ready to kill. The ominous energy is a telling sign of what’s to come if you venture over to the other side.
It will devour all that is good, just like its masters.
Mel and I were bent over a makeshift table with Jack, his first mate, and all of my commanders, studying the depraved northern territory and looking for any points of interest. Any place that we can use to our vantage if it comes down to us attacking first.