One day I will get myself to write faster...this is not that day, or tomorrow...

Art: UnlimitedCrazy
Song: Decline by Kevin MacLeod
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"You need to be willing to help yourself just as much as we are willing too."
-Lalea, Rebellion Chapter 27
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Emmit's point of view-

With a sigh and a slight tremor in my limbs, I stepped out from the council chamber, my focused thoughts and composure finally scattering across my mind like broken glass. They had agreed to send out the spies on account that Grayson came back and signed the documents that I had no authority to sign as I was not the real emperor and only a stand in. They also agreed to evacuate Iron mere once the spies arrived to save time and avoid having to send out extra airships that were supposed to go into the front lines.
I haven't been shaky like this since the last time Grayson left me in charge when he was off fighting in a war. I had so many letters and documents to attend too but whatever this thing Nathan had warned me about that was wandering the palace, we had to find it. However, if these things can hide in shadows and manipulate memories like he had spoke of, then my... Grayson's entire army would be in jeopardy if they came across it. The thought of it made my stomach feel weakened.
I became so lost in thought that when I had begun to walk, I stopped again after only a few steps. Why would those creatures be here? What were they planning on doing? How are we supposed to get rid of them? If there are anymore, what is going to happen? I had to hold my own mouth as saliva built up, my body threatening to vomit as nausea hit me like a steed. I swallowed the saliva and held the vomit back.

Relax, Emmit. You're overthinking this.

I took in a deep breath as I shut my eyes, relaxing my thoughts and tense muscles that made my limbs ache. I repeatedly told myself to relax, to focus on finding solutions rather than pile questions over questions. First things first, figure out what these creatures are, or more so, find the creature that made it in the palace.

"Sir," I looked up as a guard approached, his helmet off to show his short brunette hair, his voice more clear without the helmet on. "I fear that whatever has infiltrated the palace may be able to over here your plans. Are you sure that it was wise to speak with the council at this time?"

We walked together as we spoke. "If so then it's too late to put the meeting on hold. Just another reason to find this thing as soon as possible." While on the outside I kept myself calm, internally I was a nervous wreck.

He seemed a bit worried as well, speaking quiet in case our ears were not the only ones listening. "I suppose...while we're on the matter, men are scattered throughout the palace. Some men are even heading to check on the magi guild and place in requests for some magi to come here and find ways to fend off further attacks."

I nodded and agreed that doing so was the right choice. If this thing had any connections to black magic as Lalea and Endy had warned, then light magic from the magi should be able to fend these creatures off. He appeared on high alert, often opening his mouth to converse but kept himself from doing so in fear that we were not alone. It did bring up an awkward silence until quick, heavy footsteps began getting closer from down one of the halls.
Nathan ran out from behind one of the corners, tripping after calling out my name. We ran to him as he fell to the floor, gasping and barely able to keep his eyes opened.

"Nathan, what's going on?"

It took him a moment to say anything. "By the...by the library. There's more of those monsters with an unknown amount of casualties. One of the guards was possessed and we were ambushed. Thankfully Endy was able to take a majority of them out, however..."

We caught him when he nearly fell over, telling the guard to take him somewhere to rest. As I stood and turned my back on them to head to the library, the guard called out for me, not wanting me to be alone. I assured him that I would be alright as I continued on. Walking in the halls alone was nerve racking, and once again I felt like I would throw up, my head aching as well. What if I am being followed? Does it even matter if these monsters hear my every word? No, it will be okay, Emmit. You can handle this.
As I made it closer to the library, a palace guard laid motionless on the floor. Knowing that something was wrong, I ran to him, calling out and waiting for a response to receive nothing in return. Seeing the blood and feeling his cold body, it was apparent that he was deceased. I had no time to pay respects or too investigate the cause, aware that any moment lost could mean that another person would die. I can't have that on my conscience.
I continued to run to the library until I began passing by more bodies, checking to find that a majority of them were only unconscious, beginning to come to. Others...it appeared that they had killed themselves for unknown reasons. How could something have brought them too that? These men I had known for years, we had tested and only let in the soldiers of the strongest mental state. I never thought that anything could bring them to such acts.
I entered the library, immediately hearing abnormal conversations when this place was usually in a near dead silence. I turned the corner, I could see a few people surrounding something that appeared to be emitting a dull glow of multiple colors. The combined magic of magi. Xavier, Endy, Lalea, Jane and Landen were also there, making me feel just a pinch more at ease.

"What's going on? Why are there so many men lying dead out there?""

They jumped when hearing my voice, the sudden increase in volume in the room startling them.

"Emmit! Thank God you're here!" Endy came up, explaining what had occurred, talking so fast that it was difficult to catch everything but I managed.

Lalea came into the conversation. "Wait, we only saw one person dead when we came in here...You mean...there are more?" I could see an instant regret in her eyes for speaking of that topic in front of her child.

"It appears so. Demons could be the cause or perhaps...the beasts got too deep into their heads." As they turned away, I knew that they understood what I was implying.

As I came closer, Lalea stepping aside with Landen in her arms, I could see the creature trapped in the force field, curled up in the center like a scared animal. I stared into it's glowing eyes, it's massive jaw unhinging with long teeth dripping steaming saliva.

"So this is a demon? A bit underwhelming."

It unleashed an ear piercing screech that made the ground itself tremble beneath us. The items on bookshelves and tables rattled, some falling over, many of us covering our ears that now rung like a bell that would never stop. Once the ringing was mostly cleared, I uncovered my ear with a growl.

"You are not the emperor." I felt myself take in a sharp inhale. It...talks? "Just an anxious, self doubtful fool."

"So the scum can speak?"

The others looked at me, worried or confused. One of the magi asked what I was speaking of, bringing myself to the conclusion that only I could hear it. It must have been speaking telepathically to me specifically.

"You are unfit for your position. The only use you could make is being dead."

I knew better than to listen, even if it's words did hurt. I placed a hand over my head as a pounding ache came about which formed tears in my eyes. The demon laughed. Was it doing something to me or was it just from the stress I have been feeling?

"It's talking to me. Hold on." I turned my attention back to the beast, letting my hand fall back down to my side. "Why are you here? Who is your leader and what are your goals?" I knew that asking questions was a long shot but what else could I do besides killing it? That would be an opportunity missed.

It laughed once more. "We follow those who earth and time has lost. They are many but turn as one."

What is that supposed to mean? Jane asked what it was saying to me, myself reciting what it had said, adding that it must have been some vexatious riddle. One of the magi sighed in frustration, stating that it was less of a riddle and more so of an inconvenience. Either notion seem correct. We had no time to solve riddles, or at least I lacked the patience too on the matter.
When one mage suggested that we simply kill the monster, it let out another howl with a hasty lunge into the magic barrier keeping it captive. It got me by surprise, my feet inching back and my heart quickening its pace until my blood ran cold for a split moment. As I swallowed the vomit in my mouth, I hoped that no one had noticed. The magi surrounding the barrier sprung to action, adding magical energy to the barrier to fortify it, ensuring that the devil spawn would not be escaping any time soon with luck.
After catching my breath for a brief moment, my lungs released a long breath. What would be the best action to take with this for the time being? My thoughts once again began to cluster, the overwhelming anxiety of them all making me dizzy to the point that I thought I would faint. My condition must have been apparent as Xavier spoke up.

"Be careful, Emmit. These things can influence emotions and thoughts. Stay focused."

I huffed. It felt wrong to be told such by anyone but Grayson but I knew that he was right. I just need to focus on the matter at hand. My eyes shifted to Lalea and Landen, seeing the child's arm in bloody bandages and tear stains against her cheeks. Lalea had a hand placed on the back of her head while she tried to keep her daughter from looking at the monstrosity. What if this thing was trying to get into kids heads as well?

"You should head to where you're staying to tend to your daughter's injury. Besides, I'm sure that she's been through enough today, you too Lalea. I want you both to rest."

Lalea seemed hesitant before her gaze shifted to her daughter that she held against her chest. Her chest lifted and fell before nodding with agreement to the order. I ordered Endy and Jane to head home as well, seeing that Jane was a bit battered and bloodied as well. Rather than Endy standing up, it was Jane who insisted that they stay and help with the effort in finding more demons and killing them or keeping them contained. I denied the notion.

"No, I just want you girls taken care of." Xavier seemed relieved that I was sending them home, though seemed a bit surprised when I asked him to leave too. Asking why, I pointed out how his eyes were red and the gleam on saliva and tears were still present against his face from the demon messing with his head. He blushed and chuckled, wiping his face with his sleeves to clean it almost in a cat like manner.

"Besides, Xavier, if these things tap into your head again, I'm sure they'll be trying twice as hard to get you to crack. I don't want to take that chance with you or anyone else who might have been influenced by them."

He scratched at the nape of his neck with a slight twitch but eventually settled with the idea of leaving, letting out a long and shallow breath. I felt a bit guilty as they began to leave, Landen looking up as her mother turned her back on the demon, catching a glimpse of the monster. I stepped in front of it, not wanting their eyes to meet.

"You can't protect them. No one can. You're all f**ked."

I did not give it the satisfaction of acknowledgement, turning to the magi left in the room. "Keep an eye on this thing at all times. Take shifts if needed, more of your guild should be on the way to assist us. If any black magic seeps through or it escapes, I trust you to take care of the issue. Alright?"

"Yes sir, understood." The magi agreed, some doing so reluctantly.

Before leaving, my eyes glared at the monster as it seemed to mock me with one last laugh. I turned around and marched out, needing to find out the number of casualties and inform their families of their deaths...I've never had to do that with men who were on palace grounds when killed. I mentally prepared myself for riots and citizen backlash. The rest of today and tomorrow is going to be h**l...
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Meron's point of view-

The sun had set and I was preparing to head home, a bit frustrated that general Nathan had not shown up to tutor me as he usually did, though I can not be upset. I know that he is often too busy, sometimes to the point of over exerting himself. He had always told me that when he was younger he had a self confidence issue, he never felt that he was good enough. Nowadays it was apparent that he still struggled with these issues, just that he had blinded himself from it with training and fighting, anything to make himself forget the fact that he felt weak. I remember that confession slipping from his mouth once a while back, that he never thought he was strong or worthy enough for his position. I can not help but to pity him, he doesn't understand how strong he is, that people like myself look up to him.
I let out a yawn, hoping that he was okay as I headed out to leave the palace that I was grateful to be welcomed in despite being such a low ranked mercenary. I really need to take a job and get some money before the war gets any more heated. Left alone with my thoughts, my mind began to scare me. Would I have to go out to the Western war? Can I just stay here and hunt down criminals on the run instead? Will I lose anyone I care for in this battle? Is the money worth it? I shook my head once the depressing thoughts came way. Don't let those take over, Meron, not again. You signed up for this. You need to be strong.
On my way out, I look up to see Alexa and Rosaline together. I was confused as to why they were at the palace, especially when I saw them with wands creating sigils on the walls, the magic bleeding and dissolving into the surfaces.

"Alexa! Rosaline!" I called out to grab their attention as I ran to them.

They appeared bothered, rather irritated or disturbed. Both girls lifted their heads to look my way and greeted me. I asked what they were doing, their reply being that they were taken from their house to put protection sigils on the palace after demons had attacked it not too long ago. I gasped. How did I not know about that?! Perhaps that's why General Nathan never showed. I began to feel sickeningly worried, wondering if he and the others in the emperor's count were okay. I hope no one was hurt or least not too severely injured. Though based on their expressions, I had doubts that the day had gone casualty free.

Rosaline continued. "After this, Alexa and I with a few other magi are heading out on a job."

"A job?" I asked, feeling an increase of anxiety.

Alexa picked it up while finishing another sigil on the wall. "Terra and Fervis are going with us so don't be too worried. We're going to Morthal."

"Morthal?" I repeated, shocked that they would take that job and scared at the thought. "Isn't that a little too far out west, at least with a war happening right next door?"

"Don't worry, I'm not defenseless." She said, rather passive aggressively. "I know what I'm doing, trust me." For a second, it looked like she was about to smile, but I had the hope dashed when her lips fell back into a line and she turned away.

Unlike what everyone believed, she did smile at least around me and it is the most beautiful smile I have laid eyes on. Yes she can come off as cold but when we're alone I feel like I can see the real Alexa. The kind of person she used to be before...well, before those days.

"O-okay. What is the mission?"

Rosaline answered. "Well, they have been reporting people missing and strange creatures wandering around. I wanted to believe that it was just hysteria from the war but this seems very serious and real."

Hearing more about it, I only felt like vomiting. Was it safe enough? If this place was being attacked by demons then could those creatures be the same? Calm down, Meron. You know how strong and powerful these guys are, how strong Alexa is. They will be okay...They will be okay. I sighed which helped my mind to relax to a degree.

"Well, I'm sure it's nothing that you can't handle." I could feel my neck and cheeks grow warm.

I gasped when I finally caught her smile. At first I did not believe my eyes, I wanted to blink but I was terrified that I would miss it if I did. Almost as quickly as it came to Alexa's cheeks, it faded, but I savored every moment. It made me smile but I could feel the heat burning so hot that I had to turn away and hide the blush on my face. I could hear Rosaline laughing.
After a few minutes, the two finished securing the room. I almost dreaded it, not wanting us to part ways. As they prepared to leave, I could tell that something was on their minds, particularly Alexa's. Finally, she sighed and spoke with a hint of reluctance in her tone.

"Do you know if the library here has any information on witches blood, or witches at the very least?"

I asked why, shocked by her response that Drake had been poisoned by the substance while on the archeology expedition. That's right, I remember General Nathan telling me that fact when explaining to me why every weapon was once mandatory to be made with manyulian. It poisons demons and gods. Drake can...

"Do you know if he's okay? How do you know? Has he come back yet?" I sputtered out questions, until able to stop myself until Alexa spoke out.

"Slow down! Lalea told us that Armen told her. He isn't back yet but apparently his condition is severe. She asked us to do some research in case we can find a cure for witches blood enchantments but as far as I know, that isn't one, but for Lalea I'll keep looking, I guess."

I smiled, proud of her for trying to help. I told them that I did not know of any books that could help but I would keep an eye out while they were gone, telling them to go home and get some rest for their trip in the morning. I almost let an 'I love you' slip past. Thank Notch I caught up to my thoughts and kept from blurting it out. Once again the heat was consuming my cheeks.
They began to head out, myself following to head back home for the night.

"Meron," Alexa began "Besides the war, will you be taking any jobs? There's a lot of rebel leaders that the emperor has been trying to capture. At least what I've heard." Her gaze harshened with the last statement.

"I'll look for something tomorrow after training. Though I'll want to do something small at first and work up to stuff like that so I don't stress myself."

"Just be careful."

As we left the palace and took to the streets, we parted ways. My smiles faded after they left my sight, worried for them. I hope they'll be okay out there. A sudden chill swept over me, my breath visible for a split moment before the temperature shifted back to its former state. My eyes began darting around. It must have just been my anxiety playing tricks but... I felt like I was being watched.

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Lalea's point of view-

For once I wished I had worn a bonnet when going out earlier, just so I could use it now to cover Landen's eyes as we walked through that corridor a second time. For more bodies covered the ground then just the one as previously, most of them with swords in their bodies, appearing self inflicted. If they woke up and did that to themselves, men with fortified walls around their mental state, then what effects would it have on us? I looked up to Xavier, now more concerned. What about Nathan? Is he okay? I struggled with subsiding my worries.
Fortunately, the sun going down was rather relieving, knowing that we could finally drift off to sleep and greet the next day with a hope that it would be an improvement from all of the stress that had built up from today. Drake should have been arriving home, though he was injured, the thought of being with him again did make me a bit happier, despite being angry with him for keeping secrets. However with him being injured, I wondered if I would be able to work up the courage to call him out on it.
I put most of my focus on Landen, knowing that everything from today was taking a toll on her as well. Usually she was much more talkative or eager to get out of my arms. I knew that she was tired, but based on her aura, I knew that she was feeling troubled as well. Fortunately she seemed to cheer up when Jane had asked if she was excited for their sleepover. Landen lifted her head from my shoulder with a small giggle, waking up just a bit.
Walking down to Endy and Xavier's home, the spy kept pestering Jane about her injuries, asking if she was okay to the point where Endy stepped in and told him to relax. It was a moment that allowed me to laugh.
Once we reached the house and opened the door to walk inside, it was immediately comforting, the only place I have been to today beside at the garden that I have truly felt safe. I set Landen down, who now seemed reinvigorated to play with Jane. Xavier offered to tend to Jane's injuries, Jane insisting that she was old enough to take care of them herself. She suggested dressing hers and Landen's wounds in the restroom, insisting that we could relax. Xavier, while still noticeably concerned, smiled and nodded, allowing the girls to go up stairs.
I wanted to head up with them and tend to Landen as well but in an instance, I wanted to break down. My aching feet made their way to the sofa where I sat, taking in a deep breath in hopes that I could relax. Xavier offered to make us all dinner, igniting a brief but rather entertaining argument between Endy and him about who would cook. Eventually they settled on working together, Endy going up stairs to get hair ties to put their hair up while they cooked.
Xavier turned to me as she vanished upstairs, his usual smile lowering for a moment. I was shaking, so focused on my own thoughts that I did not see him sit next to me on the other side of the sofa, causing me to flich once I finally looked up and noticed he had moved.

"It was nice to hang out today. I hadn't seen Endy as happy as she was at the picnic for awhile."

I looked to him, confused by his statement. "What do you mean? You two aren't having issues are you?"

Xavier quickly shook his head and hands in front of him. "No, no, no! We're okay." He appeared hurt that I would ever suggest such a thing. I did feel guilty afterwards, looking away. "It's just that we have been stressed lately about me having to head out to the war after Grayson returns." He then chuckled with pink cheeks. "Should have verified that I meant a few days not months or whatever."

I felt horrible for ever thinking that my friends relationship was becoming rocky. I knew better than that, that Endy and Xavier were too close to ever fight to the extent that Endy would no longer be happy in her life with him. I sighed, bringing my hands up to my eyes to wipe away for forming tears.

I could hear him let out a shallow breath. "Sorry, las. I'm not the best with cheering people up, but I'm sure that tomorrow will be an improvement. Drake should be coming home after all."

He continued. "Besides, Lalea, you are strong. It takes more than what we've been through today to keep you down. You have so much more to look forward too. You get beaten down yet you always come back up. I respect that." He finished off with a bright smile.

My own smile finally came onto my lips, sniffing though I did feel better now. "Thank you, even if that was cheesy."

He chuckled with a roll of his eyes, smile never wavering. We looked back to the stairwell as Endy came back, telling us that the girls were doing alright, though they did not have pajamas that fit Landen. She stopped when she reached the bottom of the stairs, her gaze locked onto me with a concerned look. My eyes must have been almost bloodshot from nearly crying. She asked if I was okay, myself replying that I was just stressed. She huffed, tossing over two hair ties which I caught.

"You can help us out, Lalea. It will get your mind off of everything."

I gave a hair tie to Xavier, allowing him to put his hair up into a small ponytail. I smiled and stood, tying my hair up as she did the same. As we cooked, it was indeed relaxing. The smell of the food, the laughs we shared together as we made jokes and bumped into each other in the kitchen was soothing in a way. Just spending time with my friends rather than fighting and allowing my mind to push back my anxiety left in a blissful state, however short lived that state was. After around half an hour to an hour had passed, I had cooked up the chicken when endy and Xavier had made the vegetable stew. While my stomach growled for food, the many emotions and fighting of today had left me rather tired.

"Lalea, why don't you go up into the guest and have a nap? Xavier and I won't mind one bit."

For a brief moment, I shook my head. "No, it's fine Endy but thank you for the offer."

The raven haired refused to settle. "If it will help you to feel better, we could put a warding on the house that should keep out all malevolent energy. That will keep us safe from those demons." Endy suggested.

I let out a deep breath in an attempt to relax my returning nerves, wiping away a tear that had finally managed to break through. I gave a gentle nod and smile before replying, "Okay, we can do that. However, what do we do when she is outside or if they try to follow her or any of us through our auras?"

"Well, we all have jewelry that could be warded. Landen and Jane have their pendants. We have our own necklaces."

I placed a hand on my chest, noticing that I was not wearing my heart necklace that Drake had given me at the hatchery. If I had worn that, those demons never would have been able to get to us and hurt my daughter. It had been awhile since I had worn it, which at that moment I did regret.

"Right. I have the one that Drake gave me at the hatchery but I left it at home today. I hope it didn't get stolen."

Endy offered that we go back to my house to get it, and possibly anything else I might want to get while our home was vulnerable, such as a new set of clothing for Landen.
I was halfway through agreement before recalling that I did not want to leave Landen, nor did I want my child to see our home ransacked if it were raided before the attack. Endy compromised by saying that she would stay behind to watch over the kids, assuring me that everything would be okay, Xavier offering to go with me instead.
I smiled and agreed to head out, though asked for Xavier to stay behind, wanting to do this on my own. A part of myself wanted to reacquaint with these lonelsome, anxiety inducing task to combat the anxiety and loss of confidence that had occurred over the years. While frightened by the thought of being assaulted, I knew that I could tough it out. I just needed to dig that courage back up to the surface.
I removed the apron I had worn while cooking, switching it for one of Endy's dark capes to keep others from recognising me, even when my home was just across the street. I did not feel comfortable with others staring, even if I have dealt with staring eyes for years. It was a cold but quiet night, only a few people left in the streets coming home or wrapping up selling for the day. Guards were occasionally spotted, myself thankful to have them around as it helped me to relax.
I knew that tension was high and did not want to be recognised by anyone holding spite towards my family. As I walked through the darkened street, the heavy feeling in my chest never settled. My eyes would snap to anyone I could see, on constant edge that anyone could turn traitor or attack, rather it be demons, or in spite. It was as if my trust for everyone slipping. There was little sense of security.
While walking to my home, I could not help but to think how I had been pulled to this mindset. Before I had a family, before I had married or met Drake, I was confident in myself and my abilities. I used to walk into dangers with no doubt that I could win any fight. As the years passed, the anxieties had risen and stripped that confidence away. Was it because I ad tried leaving the life of self beneficial goals behind me and now put my focus onto my family instead? Perhaps all of Drake's self doubt had rubbed off on me. I shook my head, trying to not let my mind wonder and focus on the task at hand.
When doing so, I accidentally walked into something metal. I stepped back, looking up it the face guard of an imperial sentry. Looking at him, all I could remember were the glowing eyes of the possessed man at the palace before he had dropped dead. My eyes averted away from him as the memory passed.

"Lady Lalea? Is that you?"

I could not be rude, forcing myself to look up and allow him to see my face. The iron helmet muffled his voice, but without constant chatter around us, I could hear what he was saying clearly. There was no dark aura or black magic around him, leaving me a little less anxious.

"What are you doing out so late?" He continued, knowing that it was me.

With a sigh, I answered. "I am heading back to the house to get a few personal items. Landen has nothing to wear and I want to look around to be sure nothing has been stolen."

He nodded, offering to travel there with me even though house was just a few feet away. I giggled and allowed him to come along, though it felt...wrong. I did not want to rely on him for safety, but it was too late as we made it to the font of the home.
It was an emotional moment even though only the front of the home was damaged. We had spent years here, my family and I. All of my married life and motherhood here was in this home, and as I stepped inside, the comfort it once gave me was no longer present. I fought back the tears. It is okay, Lalea. It's only the front wall, it can be salvaged, Emmit promised. He promised right?
Seeing the wood on the wall burned and ash on the ground was disheartening, my limbs heavy. As my eyes looked around, if felt safe to assume that the house had not been raided as expensive vases and other decorations remained where they were before the attack, however I remained open minded that anything could have been taken, not just items out in the open.
My eyes cast to the door to the basement, the place where Drake had secrets locked away this entire time. A soft growl rose with the thought of what he was doing, though another part of me felt sympathetic. I did not yet know the full story, however that did add to the irritation that my spouse was hiding information from me. For how long? Months, years? Why would Drake hide it from me if he needed help? What was he doing with jars of his own blood? Was it even his own? I shook my head, trying to stay focused, though the pain and confusion of it lingered.

"Stay down here, just in case anyone comes along or someone is down here." My spine shivered with the dreadful thought. "I'll head upstairs to get what I need."

"Yes, ma'am." He bowed, staying put as I went up the steps.

As I ascended up the stairwell, my eyes averted to the family portrait of Drake, Landen and I painted marvelously in acrylic pain. Thank God this was not burned. Staring at it, seeing Drake and my daughter smiling, it allowed me to feel peace, at least for a moment before something unsettling crept over me.
My chest felt tight, along with my throat as I felt that I would vomit. This feeling, I had felt it more times than I was comfortable with that day. I looked back to the sentry who was looking out the doorway, the moonlight reflecting off the shining silver of his armor. The black magic is not coming from him, it's coming from...
I turned and continued until I had reached the top floor, facing our bedroom. A blue light joined the moonlight illuminating the hall, readying my magic to fight. Passing Landen's room, I saw that nothing was there. It was coming from our room.
Cautiously I approached the doorway, peering in. My heart thumped wildly, even more so to hear the unsettling moaning and sniffs coming from beyond my field of vision at that moment. I kept my magic ready, looking into the room only to have horror and shock strip my breath away.
The creature was primarily black with orange stripes that gave off a slight glow, more like the bright rays of sunlight on gold. It walked on all fours with sharp claws scratching at the floorboards. It looked similar to a wolf with its spine protruding from it's back, it's face blank. It did not have eyes but I refused to underestimate it. What is this thing doing in my home to begin with?
It's head lifted, taking in a sniff before snarling, showing off it's blade like teeth that went as far back as the pointed ears above it's head. I made an attempt to use magic to subdue the demon, slowly coming out from around the corner, however as I fired a spell, it vanished into the shadows beneath the bed. My eyes were left darting around for the monster, only to snap open wide when the shadows, like raging mist, lunged at me from the side. I screamed as it's claws tore into my skin, burning like fire. I was knocked back, slammed painfully onto the floorboards. There was no time to recover, the monster lingering over me with no time to lose before it's jaws were mere inches away from clasping down into my neck. I could hear the guard running up the stairs, removing the demons attention from myself.
The demon snarled and ran on all fours towards him. I quickly turned around and fired a blast of energy at it as it jumped, the guard lifting his sword to defend himself. Fortunately, it seemed that I had moved just in time, the creature screaming as it was hit, it's physical form fading into dust. He stood in shock for a moment before calling my name, running to help me up from my knees.
I took his hand to all him to pull me up, listening as he apologised for not keeping an eye on me. A soft growl vibrated in the back of my throat. I took it out without help, I don't need supervision. I am tired of everyone thinking I'm so dependant. I pushed past him, heading into Landen's room to grab some of her clothes.
Going into her closet, I took out some of her silk pajamas and a pink dress to wear in the morning. I remember her wearing this dress to a banquet once after the empire was celebrating the rebuilding of White river and making allies with them. I smiled, remembering Drake dancing with her as she laughed to their silly movements. The memory allowed me to have a brief giggle before being brought back to the reality that my family was in danger...I need to get back to Landen.
After getting what I needed, I went into our own room, my eyes scanning over the claw marks left behind on the floorboards. That thing could have easily killed us. Was it holding back? I shook my head before the thoughts could give me a headache.
I grabbed a pair of clothes for only myself as I was sure I'd be back with Drake and Landen tomorrow anyway. Afterwards I went over to the jewelry box on our vanity, pulling out my only other prized possession aside from my wedding ring; my heart necklace Drake had given me at the hatchery. Why did I not wear this today of all days? Oh yeah, I was p*ssed from Drake keeping secrets from me. Poor timing, Lalea. I huffed in annoyance with myself, putting the necklace on. Really, it was relieving to feel the chain against my neck again, like it was a part of myself. I had worn it everyday since Drake had given it to me, even when Grayson was fighting to claim the throne. This saved my life on more than a few occasions. I'm grateful for it.
...

Endy's point of view-

We had finished setting up the table, laying out bowls and plates and utensils. Xavier was busy taking cups out of the cabinet for us to have refreshments, though as I watched him, the shaking I had seen in his arms that I had examined all night seemed to have worsened. Another, and more bothersome aspect was that he was no longer smiling, turning away from me as if trying to hide it. I knew my husband, he never stopped smiling unless something troublesome was on his mind.

He turned and looked back to me, worry sweeping over his features as he asked me my own question before I could reach it. "Is there anything wrong, dear?" He asked, concerned eyes glimmering in the dim light.

Suddenly, I felt hesitant to ask him. I looked away, not wanting to bother him, yet a part of me knew that speaking out your feelings was better than bottling them up. Both of us needed to get it off of our chests. "When you were on the floor at the palace, what did you see?"

I could see him freeze up the first time that night, staring at me while lost in his own mind. He released a deep sigh as his arms went slack, looking down as if remembering. He twitched a bit, though nothing too worrisome, and opened his mouth. "A few things... Sylvia, losing you and Jane. I remember feeling...angry, and I wanted to take it out on something and..."

He paused. I was taken by surprise to see tears dotting the corners of his eyes. "I hurt you and...and Jane. It was so vivid, so real. So many voices were screaming at me and I just wanted it to stop."

I took me no time to get myself over to him and wrap my arms around him tight in order to comfort him in any way that I could manage. He place his head against my ear as his arms returned the gesture. I could feel him shaking, his heart beating so fast, sniffling by my ear as he held me just a bit tighter. We stayed like that for a few moments, trying to help him relax as I told him that everything was okay, that the demon made him see what it wanted him to see. He had carried so much guilt with him that he rarely let show, but what happened to Sylvia was never his fault. I tried to help him understand that fact, as well that he would never hurt us.
After those few minutes passed by, he seemed to calm down, giggling for no apparent reason as he usually did. It brought back my smile, watching him pull away and wipe the tears from his eyes with a bright grin on his face.

"Thank you...No more mushy stuff! Let's just...get ready to eat." We laughed together. As we turned to handle our own duties, he snatched me by the arm and tugged me in for a kiss, only letting us break to take in a breath when we could hear the front door open up.

Lalea came in, smiling upon seeing us, however it was apparent that something was wrong with her. She held a few clothes that seemed to be both for herself, Landen, and even for Drake for when he came back from the expedition. Her caged heart necklace rested against her chest, along with a few scratches, which were bleeding and left the skin around them red, that I was aware were not present when she had left.

"Lalea, what happened?"

"Demon." She huffed, catching her breath. Behind her in the open doorway was a guard dressed head to toe in armor, removing his helmet to let his long dirty blonde hair fall. He smiled and bowed to Lalea telling her that he would stay vigilant and asked to stay safe with a rather uneased gaze.

"Demon?" I repeated, watching as Lalea closed the door, the guard going back to his post.

Lalea nodded. "It was in our house. It looked as if it were searching for something."

Looking for something? What would a demon, or whatever it is, want from Lalea and Drake?

Our attention turned to Xavier as he broke a short lived silence. "Or someone. Not to frighten you, though it probably will, what if it wasn't looking for an object, but instead...one of you guys?"

I couldn't help but to punch him in the arm for ever bringing it up and terrifying her more than she already was. Lalea held her arms to give herself comfort, though I could hear her faint whimper. Xavier was now blushing from embarrassment and panic that he had said anything. I sighed and stepped up to her.

"It will be alright, Lalea. Whatever it was, we're here for, you'll both be safe. You're strong enough. Speaking of which, how about we go to patch that wound and check on the girls. They've been laughing so loud." I smiled and giggled to cheer her up.

It was nice to see her smile. We went upstairs and I waited outside the restroom for her to tend to the injury the monster had inflicted. It made me angry, and more so concerned. How many of those creatures are out there, and is what Xavier suggested true? Why would they be after them? The thought sent a chill down my spine.
As Lalea left the restroom, our attention was quick to be pulled to the laughter coming from Jane's room. We both smiled with delight, Lalea stating that we should do the spell on Landen's necklace now and do her own later. I agreed and we went to see the girls. As I opened the door and the laughter became louder, it became apparent that the kids were trying not to touch the floor since miscellaneous objects were scattered about that Landen was jumping across, trying not to fall as she leapt onto a chair.

"Mommy! Aunt Endy!" She giggled.

"Sorry to interrupt your game, sweetheart, but can you come over here?"

Landen was hesitant, not wanting to lose their game. Jane had taken notice of this it seemed, hopping onto another piece of furniture and falling off to admit defeat. Landen giggled and cheered for her victory as she jumped down skipped over to us. I was surprised by her bright attitude despite being attacked and having to witness death and her family being injured, then again, Landen was always an optimistic child.

"Can mommy see your necklace?" Lalea asked, but I could hear a break in her voice.

Landen must have noticed the faint red stain on Lalea's dress she has tried to wash out as the tears in the fabric. Along with that, I looked down at her kneeling form to see the glimmer of tears forming in her eyes, just when I had believed she was feeling better. She whimpered, asking if she was okay.

She nodded, forcing up a giggle and wiping her eyes. "Mommy is fine. Just a bit stressed."

"If you say so, daddy is supposed to come home tomorrow, right? I bet he will cheer you up!" The child smiles with a giggle, hugging her mother.

Lalea smiles and places a kiss on her head. "Aunt Endy and I are going to put a spell on your necklace to protect you so those evil things won't come near you, okay?"

"Okay, but I'm strong! I could fight them!" Landen put on a fierce expression, or at least made an attempt too with squishy plush cheeks. It made us both giggle in joy.

Lalea removed Landen's necklace, handing it off to myself to cast the spell. I had to take it to my room, searching through a book for the correct rune and carving it into the golden plate on the back of the pendant, reciting a spell for it to work. After nearly an hour, the rune gave a brief glow, a magic aura forming around it. I smiled at my work, taking it back to Landen who was bouncing around in joy at feeling the magic around her prized possession. She wore it happily and continued to play with Jane and Lalea without a worry or concern in the world. I called them down for dinner, which was surely cold by now. There's a nights worth of cooking gone to shambles.
...

Nathan's point of view-

We scattered across the courtyard, each squadron assigned their own formation and tactical routine. In just another hour or so we would have to march another eighteens miles north and back. These men need to be ready. We don't have long to prepare ourselves before we are deployed to the front lines. I know that as of now if my men were currently out there on the battlefield, we would stand no chance. Is it my fault? It must be.
I growled and forced myself to keep focus, facing off with my second in command. Thank Notch it's not Tyler or Drake, otherwise I'd be screwed. Stay focused! I ignored the weight of the heavy wooden sword and wickerwork shield, items which were much heavier than our actual combat weapons. I was never one to enjoy using shields, however in training I enjoyed having the extra weight to push myself.
He made the first move, charging at full sprint towards me. I put my shield up and lowered my head, properly braced as he rammed his shield into my own, pushing my feet back on the grass covered soil. I could see the wooden sword swing my way, moving my arm up with haste to parry the action. After I had managed to hit it away, I could feel him stomping on my feet to distract me which had nearly knocked me over if I had not rammed into him.
He stumbled back, however retaliated by lunging his sword my way. I quickly stepped aside and rammed him one more time, this time around using his light weight against him and flipping his body over the shield. My legs buckled as he went over me, then just like that, he was on the ground releasing a gasp and reaching for the weapon he had dropped. Wasting no time for my opponent to recover, I spun to face him and jabbed the wooden tip of my makeshift blade against his throat, listening to his gasp as his eyes grew.

"You're dead."

He growled and pushed the sword away, picking himself up. I reached out a hand and helped him out.

He quickly caught his breath as he reached down to grab his equipment. "That's bullsh*t. How come you always manage to catch me off guard with the dumbest moves?"

A laugh slipped out of me. "You need to be prepared for anything. Even the most ridiculous or mundane attacks."

He mumbled but kept a perked lip. Out of the corner of my eye, I had caught a figure of beige and blonde looking our way, recognizing it as Meron. Shoot, I missed our practice last night didn't I? I huffed and excused myself for a moment before going to the kid in order to apologize. He laughed it off and told me that it was alright, that I was surly exhausted based on the bags beneath my eyes. My face heated with a blush, wiping my eyes as they began to feel heavy.

"You are a great fighter. Mind me asking who taught you?" Meron asked me with a bright smile, making me giggle.

I giggled, scratching the back of my head. "I'm not that good. Though I was taught by a few people over the years, actually. Commander Drake, Emperor Grayson. In fact if it weren't for them and Mia and...all my friends in their group, I am sure I would have died long ago. I owe them all my life."

I noticed Tyler and Dracey, the dragon of which whom had been watching us train all day. Tyler was feeding the giant reptile, Dracey happily patting his paws on the ground as he waited for the next fish to drop into his mouth. All of the noises the dragon made oddly helped me to feel relaxed.

Meron continued. "I heard that you knew commander Drake and Emperor Grayson before they joined the empire? That's so cool! I'm glad that they should be coming home today."

It was difficult to ignore Tyler in the background of our conversation. "Yeah, who's glad to see Grayson today? Who's going to see daddy again? You are! Yes, you are!"

Even when I tried not to laugh with all my willpower, I could not hold one in. Both Meron and I burst into laughter, Tyler smiling and Dracey playfully trying to mimic our smiles and laughs which only made the situation all the more amusing.
Meron's smile widens for a few seconds until his lips lower, a light pink coming over his face, along with a concerning fearful expression. The blush faded, looking away.

"Nathan, sir, I heard what happened yesterday, with those creatures that attacked the palace. Is everything going to be okay?"

The question caught me by surprise. I remembered the pain of those claws digging into my skin, the feeling of leather on my back and sides that made my body quiver. Those things, demons, if they are strong enough to bring back that memory and to make me feel that pain all over again, what else could they do? I opened my mouth to answer but nothing came out, not wanting to lie. Honestly, I did not know.

He changed the subject, seeing my discomfort. "Later today or tomorrow I'm going to look for another hire. Don't worry though, I'll keep focused on the war in case I need to go."

I smiled at him, proud that he was taking a step further in his job, but was he ready?
His head lifted, looking over my shoulder into the sky. I looked up, seeing the royal family airship in the sky within the distance. My cheeks ached from the wide grin that took over, turning back to Meron.

"Looks like they're back." I began to feel anxious, wondering if Drake was better or if... I shook my head to push the grim thoughts aside. "I need to go see them."

I began walking, well, sprinting to get the airship. I wanted to know if everyone was okay. Meron followed behind me until we finally reached the landing area, the airship already on the ground, the ramp being lowered.
Meron, a few guards and myself rushed up onto the airship where people were already on deck, all of whom seemed relieved to be home after these few days away. Cecile had his arm in a sling, a makeshift sling made from his own sleeve by the looks of it. He was more pale when they had left, caused by blood loss it seemed based on the amount of blood staining his upper body. Eleanor was pulling at him, frantically trying to get him to the infirmary though he insisted on staying until he knew that Grayson and Drake were alright.
I was going to ask how everyone was and if Drake had survived, even when I knew he was clueless, that was until the door to the lower rooms of the airship opened up with people walking out either one by one or so eagerly that they crammed themselves in the doorway; Mia and Samantha being two of these people. It caused me to laugh for the brief moment until I saw Drake. He was pale, which was nothing abnormal however there was something in his complexion that was different or perhaps it was my mind playing tricks since I was so worried not only for his physical condition, but for his mental state. Being betrayed, let alone what Dante could have said to him left me concerned. I was just grateful he was alive.

"Drake! Thank God." I walked up closer, seeing the various tears in his clothes revealing gauze beneath, stained in hardened blood. Of course the dried liquid left a pungent aroma, however it was nothing that I had not grown accustomed to over the years.

I could see how weak he appeared, even the glow in his visible eye seemed more dim than usual. In fact, Grayson was helping him to walk.

I cleared my throat to continue. "Armen told us about what happened at the crypt. I'm so happy you're alive." The corner of his lip lifted and fell with such haste that I would have missed it had I blinked at that moment.

"What exactly happened?" Meron asked since he did not know the full story. I was curious to hear from a primary source myself.

As Grayson, who stood beside Drake explained without going into a tremendous amount of detail, I listened with intrigue and a hurricane of emotions that my mind tossed about. I would feel one, such as anger at Dante, then sorrow for Jeremiah and the guards who had lost their lives, then relief that my friends like Drake, Grayson, and Mia were still alive.
I gasped as arms suddenly wrapped around me, squeezing me tight. I could hear Mia's bright laughter from before, bringing out my own laughter until I turned around to greet her after she let go.

"How's my favorite general?" She asked, Drake chuckling behind us. It was so nice to hear her peppy voice again.

"Mia! I'm so glad you're alright."

"How has everything been here? You look tired." Her bright smile was twisted with concern.

I nodded. "Things...things have been chaotic here honestly." I turned and stepped back so all three of them were in view, mainly focused on Grayson.

"The magi guild and the palace were attacked the other day by what we assume are demons. I don't know how or why but we had injuries and casualties on palace grounds. Emmit has begun telling families of the tragedy."

Drake's head lifted, the stub of his Ender ear twitching. "Demons? We faced some at the island. Why would some be here?"

In a way, it was odd how calmly we all seemed to be on the subject. With any normal people they would be hysterical and panicked at the thought of real demons roaming the earth, let alone our home, yet as we spoke it felt like any other issue, like we were only talking about the war. Perhaps it was because we had faced Herobrine and Nightmares in the past; the concept of demons felt miniscule in comparison, or at least ordinary when compared to what we had faced ten to eight years ago.

I shook my head. "We don't know why they were here, but it left everybody on edge... I was told that they tried to take Landen at the guild as well."

Drake's face was immediately warped by anger, his brows lowering and teeth revealed with a growl. "They what? They better not have hurt her." I could see his first ball, the air feeling a bit thicker around us. Suffocating is one way to put it. In his anger, his power began to surface, however he ended up hunched over in a withering pain. Is that the effect of witches blood?

"She got a scratch on her arm but is otherwise fine, thankfully."

He sighed, relaxing to an extent. He insisted that he needed to head home and be with his family, which myself and surely the others thought was the best option, however when he tried walking on his own it only became more apparent how weakened he was feeling. We would stumble and shake, Meron grabbing and holding him up when he nearly kneeled over from, based on his twisted expression, pain.

Mia sighed, walking forward and grabbing his arm to keep him upright. "That's it, I'm helping you home mister." Drake huffed and rolled his eyes, but I caught that brief weakened smile.

I looked to Grayson who was already being swarmed by imperial officials, calling past the chatter that he had to stay behind and to tell him if anything happened after Mia took Drake home. I could hear them discussing the demon we had trapped in the library and how his attention needed to be set on it at once.
I decided to go along with them and fill them in on everything that had occurred these past few days as we went. All the while I allowed Drake and Mia to fill me in with more depth about what happened on the expedition. I informed Meron to stay behind and help the rest of the team. While reluctant, he followed orders.
As we went along, I informed them to go to Endy and Xavier's home rather than Drake's own home. I could see Drake trying to look at his own house to check how extensive the damage was, a pain coming to his eyes as he caught a glimpse of it. I spoke, trying to get his mind off of it.

"The damage was not too intense. Lalea just thought it would be better to stay at Endy and Xavier's until you got back just to be safe. Your home has been guarded since the attack so I assume nothing was stolen, thankfully."

He said nothing, only hissing as he placed a hand onto his chest and stumbled. He quickly shook it off and continued on. It was odd to see him in pain after all of these years, but after hearing what had happened, I understood why he would be hurting.

"Are you sure that you are going to be okay, Drake? I know that Dante poisoned you with a witches blood enchantment."

"I'm fine." I knew he was lying. The look of pain on that face was too familiar. "Just a bit tired. Nothing to be too concerned about."

Tired? Drake, you don't sleep unless you've used an extensive amount of energy, I almost chuckled at the lie. Sometimes he was so convincing when he lied that I would not discover that it was false for days on end, while other times the fib was obvious, mainly the ones concerning his own well being. Dare I say, with him in pain it almost feels like he's more human than he has been in years. God, curse myself for those thoughts. I sighed, looking back ahead until we were at Endy and Xavier's door.

Third person point of view-

Mia knocked on the door, almost pounded on it with her clenched fist. It did not take long for someone to answer the door, a familiar head of silky blue locks coming into view. She appeared to be exhausted, as made apparent by the bags beneath her eyes, more apparent as she preferred to stay away from makeup to hide it. As her eyes moved across the three, it was only natural for them to lock onto the tall hybrid and gasp. It was almost immediate that tears came to her eyes, jumping up in joy and into his arms to embrace him. The two both laughed, including Drake despite his expression hinting the likeness of pain from the rough contact.

Drake hugged back tightly and lovingly, closing his eyes as he kissed the top of her head. "I'm so glad to see you again, love. I missed you so much."

She held him there, nuzzling against his chest. "I missed you too." As her eyes opened, she had finally noticed the condition of his attire. His clothing bloodied and torn, red stained bandages beneath that covered white glows. Her eyes teared up but she fought back against them.

"Y-you...Armen told us about how you were hurt and poisoned. You should go to the doctor o-or..." It was obvious how concerned she was. How could she not be? He was her husband after all.

Drake was quick to interrupt. "No! ...No, I don't need a doctor. I'm a little weak but I'm healing. I'll be fine, I promise." The hybrid attempted to comfort and assure her with a soft smile.

Lalea hid her soft growl. "Drake, witches blood isn't going to fade on it's own. If the other magi and I can't find a cure..." The water in her eyes glistened like diamonds in the sunlight, however she wiped them away.

He took her hands, holding them down as he placed a kiss on her lips and pulled away with a smile. "It will be okay. If I can't fight this off myself, I know that we will find something else. Have faith."

Lalea's smile returned, stepping aside to allow everyone into the home. It was then that a small head of brunette with blue highlights poked her head out from around the corner, gasping in excitement to see her father once again.

"Daddy!" The child ran up to her father who greeted her with laughter as he kneeled down.

"Sweetheart!" He called out, holding back his whine as Landen collided into him for a hug, sending a wave of pain throughout his body from his still tender wounds.

He hissed but turned it into a laugh as he stood and spun around, causing Landen to laugh with him. They clung to one another, the child asking her father if he was okay, noticing the occasion hiss or twist in his joyous expression. It was then that a look of horror came over her features, noticing the dry blood on his clothes. Drake frowned upon noticing the tears in her eyes, forcing a smile to return as he wiped her eyes and insisted that he was fine. She nodded and held to him with the grip of a crab.
Drake asked about what happened the other day with their house, a small whimper making its way past his lips. Lalea explained as Endy came downstairs, happy to see Drake and Mia alive and relatively well despite a distorted aura surrounding the hybrid.

Lalea finished. "Xavier fought the crowd until Endy and I stepped in. Xavier was a little hurt but fine and most of the people involved in the attack were arrested fortunately."

"Guys!" Endy finally pulled their attention to her. "I'm so glad to see that you're okay!" She came down from the staircase, hugging Mia and Drake, pulling away from the demigod as he winced.

"Nice to see you too, Endy." Mia greeted with a bright smile, the attention of the room averting to a familiar laughter beyond the door before the doorknob turned, Jane and Xavier walking in, both with skin beaded in sweat from training.

Xavier jumped in surprise to see extra people in his home but smiled and giggled to see them. "Drake, Mia, Nathan! Glad to see you all! Are you doing okay?" His gaze landed on Drake and Mia.

The elf nodded and turned to Drake, wanting to hear how he felt, bracing for the lie. Drake set Landen down, who clung to his legs anyway. "I'm fine. Just tired." He scratched the back of his head, hiding the eye twitch with a forced yawn.

Lalea crossed her arms and huffed with furrowed brows, seeing straight through him. Drake noticed this and whimpered, his ender ear lowering as he turned away. "The wound is healing much slower than it should be but I'll live."

Jane settled her attention on Landen, knowing that she was worried about her father as well as how the adults were in need of talking. She offered that the two head outside and play, telling her parents that they wouldn't go far so that they would not worry.

"Okay!" Landen finally unlatched from Drake's legs, giggling as Drake pet her head.

"Have fun, sweetie."

She smiled and gave him a quick kiss. "Be okay, daddy. Get better." The little girl smiled before running off to her friend.

Once the door had closed, the hybrid had abandoned his robust mask and hissed out with a face twisting in pain. His hands clung to the back of the sofa just to keep himself standing. Mia took him by the arm, leading him to the front of the sofa as Lalea went to get him a health potion in spite of his reluctance to seek treatment.

He closed his eyes as his body leaned back into the cushion. "So...Nathan told us about what happened here yesterday. In terms of the attack on the magi guild and the palace, those creatures may be like the ones we faced at the crypt. Demons of sorts."

Nathan nodded. "We came to that assumption as well, the demon we have captured at the palace seemed to confirm it. We have been taking precautions."

Lalea came down from upstairs just in time to overhear the conversation. "Endy and I have already put protection spells on the house and Landen's pendant. The guild is working on securing the palace including on finding a cure. Hopefully they can get back to it on time."

Drake let out a faint sigh, wondering why anyone in the guild would care to help him. They most likely would not even try. His eyes lifted as Lalea handed him the bottle which he refused to take.

"I can't. Mia gave me one on the airship and I just threw it back up." He created a scapegoat to avoid drinking it, knowing he would vomit it back up regardless of his health.

Lalea released a deep breath and set the elixir on the coffee table in hopes that he would feel better to drink it later, however, she had her doubts. As she sat next to Drake, Nathan informed them all that he had to leave to check up on the demon they had captured and to catch up on Grayson and Emmit's war plans now that they had to account for demonic interference on the opposing side. The thought of it left him anxious, scared even. Drake himself was shaking, counting in his head to keep his anxious mind from racing.

You can't win this.

Oh, shut up, no one asked your opinion

Nathan's eyes settled upon Mia, noticing her rubbing her arm, a tick he knew she had in times when feeling weak or worried.

"Say, afterwards why don't we meet up in the library?" He spoke to the elf with a smile. "We can try doing some research on Kitsune finally!"

Her arms lowered as her eyes lit up, thrilled to learn new information. Just as fast as his chest tightened up, it felt easier to breathe just by seeing her smile. With a huff, he looked to Drake with his spine straight, wishing him the best of luck and health before turning and leaving with a sliver of reluctance.
Drake made attempt to stand, insisting that he needed to see the demon as well, only for Lalea to pull him back down.

"No, Drake you need to rest. They have it taken care of, don't worry."

The hybrid sighed. While he wanted to go help, even he knew that it was for the best, besides, he did not want to cause tension. It made him uncomfortable knowing that everyone in the room had their eyes set on him. Even when his own eyes had closed, the demigod could feel their gazes. He was shaking, be it caused by anxiety or the poison in his system.

Xavier broke the silence. "Drake, you should get some sleep. We will try to help you out by any means necessary until you're healed." Drake denied despite claiming to be tired just minutes ago, wanting to talk more about the attacks the previous day.

Xavier did not like not knowing what to do, none of them did. The mortals were aware that in any other case, the witches blood should have killed Drake back in the cave. Perhaps because his heart did not beat, the toxins were moving much slower than for a normal being. No matter the reason, they were grateful that he was still with them. Xavier forced on his usual smile and told his tale of taking on an angry mob all by himself, blushing as Endy added his downfall in the brawl. Though it hurt his chest and stomach, Drake laughed with Lalea as they listened. For those few moments, he felt normal.
...

Landen and Jane played jump rope outside not too far from the home but away from the street where people and horse drawn carriages were being pulled. Jane watched with a smile as Landen counted how many times she could jump over the rope, averaging at around eight before it would snag at her feet. She huffed in frustration, asking how her friend could get so many, which made Jane laugh.
Their attention was drawn away from one another as a set of laughter came in from the streets. The girls were in shock to see a siamese cat bleeding and limping as rocks were pelted it's way. When Jane attempted to shield her younger friend's eyes from the scene, the child was already in a state of anger and empathy.
Two adolescent males, one taller than the other, laughed in pleasure for torturing the poor creature. Landen pushed away Jane's hand, growling at the boys sick actions. The kids, more likely preteens to early teens, noticed the two girls and smiled at them until one nudged the other, smile fading and shielding his face from the females to keep them from hearing his voice.

"Isn't the little one the daughter of that demon?" Landen's ear twitches as her excellent hearing caught the sentence, balling her fist with an annoyed growl.

"Yeah. Don't pay attention to her. She may put a curse on us." They giggled.

Laden made the decision to step forward and defend herself. "Maybe I can! If not, I'm sure my daddy could!" She did know better that she nor Drake would never do such a thing, she just wanted them to leave.

The two had decided to leave, the victim cat left behind. Landen and Jane laughed together for a brief moment before their attention turned back to the injured feline. The animal limped before collapsing, Landen being the first to run to it's aid. She dropped to her knees beside it, beginning to cry as it bled. Jane made an attempt to pull her away, only for the child to pull away.

"Landen, it's really hurt. I'm sorry, but-"

"No!" She cried out. In her head the thought replayed over and over; be like daddy, be like daddy.

She placed her hands into the injured cat, ignoring the hissing after flinching and pulling back the first time. She closed her eyes while taking in a deep breath, keeping herself relaxed and focused just as her father had taught, even if it was not for this particular situation. Jane released a gasp as her feet took a few steps back, a bright glow emitting around the youngster's hands.
The cat began squirming and crying out in agony as it's wounds sealed up, then within a few seconds it was healed. The green eyed child was in utter shock and disbelief, having not known that her friend was capable of healing other beings, nor was the 6 year old aware she was capable of it. She smiled in joy, however, was quickly weakened but the amount of power she was releasing. As soon as the light had faded, the cat dashed off as if it's life were in peril, Landen panting and proud of herself.

"Jane! Did you see that?"

Jane's smile grew as she began to process what had just happened. "Landen, I didn't know you could..." She trailed off as her thoughts pulled her away.

She yelps and quickly acted, catching Landen as she fell. She asked Landen if she was alright, worry infecting her voice. Landen answered with a quiet yawn and a "I'm tired".

Jane smiled and lifted her up in her arms, cradling her as they went back to the house. The adults were still having a conversation, this about the demons they had faced and their capabilities. They stopped as the girls stepped in.

"Jane," Endy looked up, worried. "What happened?"

It took her a moment to figure out what to say. "She...healed a cat."

"Healed?" Lalea repeated confused yet a proudness growing with a smile. "You healed a cat?!"

"Honey, that's amazing!" She came up, hugging her child before pulling back, joy cast aside. "But...magi can't heal like that. Not without using lifeforce."

The pain washed away from Drake's face, proud yet also confused and concerned. "Except for me..."

Their eyes grew as they took this in, Landen reaching out for her father. As Drake stood, stumbling, the other adults carried on the conversation, beginning with Endy.

"I know that Landen has performed spells that children her age should not be able to do, but doing spells that I've only seen Drake do after he merged with His power... should it be worrisome?"

Drake held Landen close. Fortunately, it seemed that she was too tired to focus on the current conversation. He decided to take Landen up to Jane's room after asking the teens permission, happy be given so. He took her up and set her onto the bed, taking off her necklace and setting it onto the bedside cabinet. His rough lips placed a kiss on top of her forehead, whispering "I love you".
Drake stood up after tucking her in, heading to the doorway before the child called out to snag his attention. His ear lifted, turning back to listen to her.

"Can you stay? I've been having nightmares." The child whimpered.

Drake in turn sighed with worry and empathy for his precious daughter. After what she had gone through, he understood why her mind would be plagued with such atrocities. There was not a chance that he could deny. The hybrid stepped forward, however froze as his attention was brought to his clothing. He did not want Landen to have to see the blood any longer.

"In a moment, sweetie. Daddy has to do something real quick."

Landen whimpered as he stepped out, leaving the door cracked open. Fortunately it was still day, so she was not in the dark. Calling out over the balcony, he asked if he could borrow a shirt from Xavier until Lalea interrupted.

"It's okay! I got some comfortable clothes for you when I was at the house. They're in the guest room."

Drake smiled and gave a nod. "Thank you, m'lady."

The hybrid went to the room, looking around to see that the bedroom was dusted with the bedsheets fixed upon the mattress. There was not much aside from the bed, dresser, vanity and a few aesthetic paintings and plants. It was not often used, making him believe that Endy had dusted for Lalea or the blue eyed had done it herself. He smiled at the thought.
Drake turned to the dresser seeing a small stack of clothing. After closing the door, he began to get changed, looking down at his now tattered, bloody clothing. Such a shame, he liked those. Perhaps they could be salvaged after he regained control over his power since they were capable of mending clothing and with a little blood manipulation he could get the blood out...no, no black magic for such minuscule tasks. His eyes rolled that he had even thought of something so meaningless.
He did, however, noticed that the black lines from his wounds had grown, lines branching out from beneath each patch of bloody dressing from his knees to his shoulders. He simply growled. If they did find a cure, could his body be saved? He recalled what Herobrine had said, how he was keeping him alive yet growing weaker. For some reason, he did not feel as scared or concerned as he felt he should have been on the matter.
He shook his head and got dressed into a pair of uniform green pants and an asparagus shaded turtleneck sweater. Once ready, he went back to the room where his daughter had been waiting, the corner of his lips lifting to see her smile and for her voice to call for him at his return. He walked in and laid down beside her, the massive weight difference causing his side of the mattress to sink in further and make Landen slide down against him which she giggled about.

"Love you, daddy." Landen spoke jaded.

Drake cuddled against her, closing his eyes as he replied with a hushed tone. "Love you too, sweetheart."

Within less than a minute, the two had drifted off into sleep, however while one was blessed with a pleasant slumber, the other laid in a steadily growing dread as memories played out like nightmares.

Memories that were meant to stay forgotten.

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