#Thalkon Roiy Denn
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The Quest
Wilkolaks are the first breed of werewolves, making them the most powerful of all the clans. With this status they are tasked with guarding the Last Prophecy and helping those weaker than themselves.
Nearly ten years ago a witch and his daughter sought shelter from a terrible fate, brought on by lust for power. They stumbled upon a kindly Wilkolak family. The father begged for them to take his daughter, protecting her at all cost. The family agreed, and the father left, leaving behind a book of spells, a small golden orb, and his daughter.
Come to present day, the young girl is traveling with the oldest Wilkolak son. Enjoying their freedom, before they began their studies for their adult lives. One summer adventure couldn't turn bad...could it?
**Triggers are marked in bold, if I missed one please kindly let me know**
Table of Contents (Remaining chapters under page break)
Chapter One - Tess & Tom
Chapter Two - Entertainer
Chapter Three - Finding A Ride
Chapter Four - The Wilkolak
Chapter Five - The Star
Chapter Six - Nymphs
Chapter Seven - Destru
Chapter Eight - The Lucinda May
Chapter Nine - Secrets
Chapter Ten - Mess
Chapter Eleven - Fire
Chapter Twelve - Dreams
Chapter Thirteen - The Last Prophecy
Chapter Fourteen - Preparations
Chapter Fifteen - The Journey Home
Chapter Sixteen - Magnolias
Chapter Seventeen - Home
Chapter Eighteen - Theo
Chapter Nineteen - Recovery
Chapter Twenty - Translation
Chapter Twenty One - Changes
Chapter Twenty Two - Werewolf Camp
Chapter Twenty Three - Forbidden
Chapter Twenty Four - Full Moon
Chapter Twenty Five - Taken
Chapter Twenty Six - Separated
Chapter Twenty Seven - One and a Half Years Later: Tess
Chapter Twenty Eight - One and a Half Years Later: Tom
Chapter Twenty Nine - A Test
Chapter Thirty - Destru’s Idea
Chapter Thirty One - Richard
Chapter Thirty Two - Tess’ Star
Chapter Thirty Three - Transformation
Chapter Thirty Four - Hero’s Dias
Chapter Thirty Five - Sword of the High Priest
Chapter Thirty Six - Trap
Chapter Thirty Seven - Sirens
Chapter Thirty Eight - Dungeon
Chapter Thirty Nine - Escape
Chapter Forty - Rune
Chapter Forty One - Friends
Chapter Forty Two - Regrets
Chapter Forty Three - Tom
Chapter Forty Four - Kiss of Death
Chapter Forty Five - Revelations
Chapter Forty Six - Matera
Chapter Forty Seven - Tess
Chapter Forty Eight - The End
#Original Story#The Quest#Wilkolak#Witch#Slowburn#Friends to Lovers#Short Chapter#Minor Character Death#Tess#Tom#Destru#Adventure#Pirates#F/M#Werewolf/Witch#Werewolves turn into actual wolves#Hero Adventure#Thalkon#Thalkon Roiy Denn#Thalkons Story#Rated PG13#Rated T#English#English Story#Werewolf#Completed
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Hero
A prince from the Galaxy Kalacatin is forced to leave his home planet of Xcojhn. He seeks refuge, along with his sister, from a planet galaxies away from his family. While he seeks acceptance from this refugee planet. He befriends a farm family who agrees to help house him and his sister, until he is able to find a way back home. Will he be able to rescue his family, from the Emocjhnites who have taken his people, the Fremjahnchor, prisoner?
Pronunciation Guide
Kalacatin - Ka-lack-a-tin
Xcojhn - sco-jin
Fremjahnchor - frem-jahn-chor (sound it out)
Emocjhnite - emoc-jin-ite
Mijhan - Me-han
Kremenevka - Krem-nev-kaa
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Chapter Thirty Nine - Escape
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Tom looked around his cell and the hallway, trying to find something that would help him get out. Nothing. He wasn't even sure what he would've used to get out, anyway.
"Wilkie," Destru called. The crew was slowly becoming unfrozen. "There are keys hanging on the wall near your cell. See if you can reach them."
Tom went to the bar closest to the wall and stuck his arm through it. He trailed his hand along the stones, trying to find the keys that could help them with their freedom. Destru called over to him with encouragement, telling him when he was getting closer. His fingertips brushed a piece of metal. Tom closed his eyes, trying to stretch even farther. "I can't!" he finally shouted, frustrated, bringing his arm back into the cell. "I can't reach them."
Destru sank to the floor, copying Tom as he thought of other ways they could get out. He sat upright, ears perked, when he remembered something Matera had said. "Wilkie, she called you the High Priest...do you think you can do magic?"
Tom looked at his hands, eyebrows furrowed. He had seen Tess do magic a ton of times before. It didn't seem that hard. "I-I don't know," Tom finally admitted.
"Give it a try," Destru encouraged. The rest of the crew started watching Tom curiously.
Tom closed his eyes and concentrated. Trying to feel anything that could be magical inside himself. Wishing, wanting for the lock on his cell to open. Minutes passed by, but nothing happened. Tom finally shook his head. "I don't think the High Priest has any powers... I'm not even sure why she called me that," Tom admitted. His thoughts went back to the guardian that had given him the sword. He had called it the sword of the High Priest but there had been no other explanations for it. Tom hadn't seen the cat afterwards.
Tom felt his pocket grow warm, making him look down. Tess' star! "Wait!" Tom began smiling. "I have an idea.'' He pulled out the leather pouch and began whispering to it before opening it. A small glowing orb popped out of the bag, surprising Destru's crew.
"What is that?" Destru asked, an ear flopping down as he cocked his head.
"It's one of the few things Tess has left from her parents. It's some kind of magical orb that she can get to do tricks." Tom explained as he watched the orb float around near his head. Probably trying to figure out why he didn't have fur to singe.
"Will it do tricks for you?" one crewmate asked.
"I'm hoping it will," Tom admitted. It never listened well to him before. He took a breath, then looked towards the orb, offering it his hand to rest on. "Little Star," Tom started with the name Tess always called it. The orb was still flying around his head, looking for Tess he finally realized. "I need your help to get Tess back."
The orb stopped zooming around and stayed in place, almost as if it was looking at him.
"I know you miss her and I'm sorry it took so long to get you back," Tom started again, offering his hand once more. "But I need your help. I need to get out of this cage so I can rescue a crewmate. Then I can start looking for Tess and get her out of this awful place."
The orb flickered brightly as it bobbed in the air above his hand, as if in agreement with him. It floated to the keyhole and seemed to attempt to magic the lock open. The orb went through a few shades of yellow out of frustration, then floated past the bars. Tom ran up to the bars and tried to watch the orb, as it seemed to look for something to help it in the hallway.
"Keys," Tom hissed. "The keys on the wall."
The orb floated over to the keys and examined them. Destru's crew watched with bated breath as the orb made the keys float towards Tom.
"Yes!" Tom said in excitement, before realizing he was being a bit too loud. He held a hand over his mouth as they listened to their surroundings. Hoping any guards near them had heard nothing. After a few moments, Tom took the keys from the orb and opened his cell door. "Thank you, Little Star!" Tom turned to the orb and offered it the leather bag to rest in. Its light was fading a little.
"Go get Rune," Destru urged, making Tom run off down the hallway. Destru looked at the keys hanging from Tom's cell door, sighing. "I meant after you hand us the keys," he grumbled, turning towards his crew. "Alright, if anyone has stretchy limbs, now is the time to speak up."
Destrus crew shuffled their feet as they started at the ground. He sighed and sank to the floor... this would be a long day.
<< Chapter Thirty Eight - Dungeon
Chapter Forty - Rune >>
#Original Story#Chapter Thirty Nine#The Quest#Wilkolak#Witch#Destru#Thalkon#Thalkons Story#Thalkon Roiy Denn
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Chapter Twenty Three - Forbidden
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“Are we safe here?” Tess whispered to Tom after they were left alone in a small hut.
“For now.” Tom put his pack down and stretched. “Do you have any charcoal?”
Tess looked towards Tom confused, “Are you feeling sick?”
“Not for me. I want you to write protection sigils around the hut,” Tom explained. “I don’t think their alpha will hurt us, but if we step on the wrong toes, they’ll come after us when we least expect it.”
Tess pursed her lips, registering the situation they were in. Why were things so complicated now? She rummaged through her pack, finally coming up with a stick of charcoal. “Are we going to get in trouble for this?” Tess looked back at Tom before she started looking up symbols in her book.
“We should be fine. Just make it so they can enter if we invite them in,” Tom waved her off. He was staring at the animal hide that was covering the door entrance. “Perhaps do a soft sound one too.”
“Something to block out our conversation?” Tess asked, looking up from her book. She had only started learning more specific symbols. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to go out of the protection sigils. “I’m not sure if I’ll do it correctly.”
Tom gave her a reassuring smile. “You can do it. I know you can.” He paused, looking around the hut, someone sparsely furnished it with a couple of sleeping mats. They looked like someone had hurriedly put them together. “Did you want to look for herbs today?”
“Not particularly,” Tess replied, her nose deep in her book as she copied different symbols out of it. She made her way around the hut, marking different sigils at different heights and poles. “After all today’s excitement, I wouldn’t mind relaxing for a bit.”
Tom nodded. He didn’t want to push her too far. Especially when he was still getting used to his new self. The transition to alpha wasn’t like he had imagined at all.
“What about you?” Tess asked him, bringing him out of his thoughts. “You’ve been distracted lately. Do you need anything?”
Tom let out a laugh. Even Tess had noticed him acting differently. Maybe he needed to go for one of her grounding walks. “I’m okay. Just trying to get used to everything.”
“Let me know if I can help with anything,” Tess offered before going back to writing her symbols.
Tom watched Tess continue. Her writing was so fluid, almost graceful. Her movements completely mesmerized him. He wasn’t sure what he would do if she wasn’t there to help him with everything.
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Tess and Tom stayed in the werewolf camp until after the full moon. They would figure out what to do after that. Tess never strayed far from Tom. The other wolves made her feel uneasy. She didn’t understand why she wasn’t as welcome as Tom was. They spent most of their time in their hut or in the forest gathering herbs for Tess’ potions.
Tess kept her cauldron hidden in their hut, making sure to only bring it out if they were done wandering for the day. She had learned a self storage spell, which made holding things a little easier for them. “Do you have a recovery potion made for tomorrow night?” Tom asked Tess as they walked out of the forest. They made their way back to the wolf camp to see a crowd outside of their hut.
“What’s going on?” Tess squeaked before she could answer Tom. She watched as wolves attempted to go into their hut, but were thrown back into the street because of the sigils.
“Stay close,” Tom warned as they rushed to the crowd. “What’s going on?” Tom shouted above everyone.
“Wilkolak,” the alpha of the group addressed the pair. “Why can no one get into your hut?”
“Why do they need in?” Tom asked, standing up straight, staring the older wolf in the eyes. Tess knew he didn’t want to fight, but he would do what needed to be done.
“I sent Otsana to come get you. We must discuss the safety of your human for tonight.” The alpha attempted to deescalate the situation.
“So she was going to enter without permission?” Tom kept Tess behind himself, trying to move her closer to the entrance. The situation was turning sour fast. The other wolves were now giving him disapproving looks, when before they wouldn’t even meet his gaze.
“She was only doing as I asked,” the alpha responded, his voice hardening. He moved closer to Tom, swifter than Tom had expected. Tom pushed Tess into the hut, the flap concealing her from the other wolves’ eyes. “That’s a witch with you, isn’t it?” the alpha whispered, once he was right next to Tom.
“She is an herbalist that knows a few tricks,” Tom answered. Reverting to the lie that they had told a hundred times over when people accused her of being a witch. Tom knew wolves weren’t the friendliest with witches. He thought they had been careful. Had they been spying on them this whole time?
“Witches are forbidden within these grounds,” the alpha barked.
Tom did his best not to flinch. He didn’t want to undermine the alpha, but he also needed to protect Tess. “She is my ward,” Tom answered back, his voice louder than the alphas had been. The alpha looked at Tom in disbelief. Tom had challenged the alpha’s decision.
“You have overstayed your welcome, Wilkolak,” the alpha spat. “You will be gone tomorrow.” The alpha signaled for the rest of the wolves to disperse. They gave Tom hateful looks as they passed, leaving Tess and Tom to figure out how they would survive the night.
<< Chapter Twenty Two - Werewolf Camp
Chapter Twenty Four - Full Moon >>
#Original Work#Chapter Twenty Three#The Quest#Wilkolak#Witch#Thalkon#Thalkon Roiy Denn#Thalkons Story
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Chapter Forty Eight - The End
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Destru looked up from leaning against a work table when Tom was brought into the kitchen. "Is everything alright?" Destru asked, as Tom was sat in a chair.
Tom chuckled a little as he slouched in the chair, trying to find the strength to sit upright. "She still has her sirens kiss," he finally managed to gasp out. "She thought Nyx might know how to make it go away faster."
Nyx grumbled as he moved towards Tom. Forcing Tom to look him in the eye as he assessed how bad he was. After a few moments, Nyx turned away and began looking for ingredients.
"Just couldn't get enough of her after she killed you, could ya?" Destru winked with a slight smirk.
Tom attempted a smile, thinking about their most recent kiss. She was still perfect to him. "What can I say? I'm in love with her." He groaned as he lost the strength to stay sitting and fell to the ground, much to the delight of Destru.
"Oh how I wish I had a camera," Destru pretended to take a picture with his hands. "Perfect blackmail," he continued to howl with laughter as Nyx came back.
Nyx let out a gravelly moan as he picked Tom up by the collar and laid him on the table. He carefully administered the potion he brewed, tilting Tom's head so he could swallow without choking. After the potion was gone Tom began to feel his fingers and toes, wiggling them as he got his feeling back.
"We need to figure out how we're getting off this awful Island," Destru mused as Tom slowly sat up on the table.
"How do the sirens get around?" Tom wondered, as the trolls in the kitchen began to start preparing the next meal.
"They're sirens," Destru crossed his arms sourly. "They swim everywhere."
"But they knew how to sail your ship. They must have ships around here somewhere," Tom pressed, stopping when a roar was heard behind him.
Tom and Destru turned to see Nyx carrying a large baking sheet with something on it. One of the other trolls had tried taking it from him. "What's gotten into you Nyx?" Destru asked, his attention now on the tray.
Nyx gently sat the tray down next to Tom. "Cap'n" Nyx said, giving a nod towards Destru.
Destru made a confused look, before slowly removing the sheet, revealing gray spotted ears. Tom held his breath as Destru continued to reveal Runes body, tears in his eyes.
"Thank you," Destru whispered, looking towards Nyx. "We'll give him a proper burial." He rested his head on Runes for a few moments, then looked towards Nyx.
The troll nodded in agreement, baring his teeth as other trolls made their way near them.
"He stopped them from serving him to the sirens," Tom said in awe as he realized Nyx probably had gotten in trouble for doing what he did.
Destru and Tom jumped once more when Nyx knocked a plate out of another trolls hand. "Priestess gets fruit," he grumbled out.
The troll that had brought Tom down came up to Nyx with their arms raised, irritation on his face. "You don't get a say here. You're not ranked enough." He argued. "Matera clearly stated if the priestess didn't complete the ritual she would be fed the organs of a sailor."
"Matera's dead," Tom pointed out, making the troll look towards him for the first time.
"Her body may be dead, but her presence is still around," the troll whispered, fear in his eyes. "She was too powerful to be killed by a witchling."
"I don't feel anything," Tom mused, as Destru shrugged.
The troll curled his lip at them. "No magics wouldn't feel anything. Some High Priest you'll make." The troll moved further into the kitchen directing the other trolls to their tasks.
Tom mentally pictured himself folding wolf ears back to lay on his head. He still wasn't good at expressing irritation. "We should gather everyone so we can figure out how to leave," Tom pushed himself off the table.
"Priestess," Nyx's voice rumbled as their attention turned to the doorway out of the kitchen.
Tess was debating on coming to join them, only stopping when she saw Runes body laying on the table. She had tears in her eyes as she looked towards Destru, waiting to see a reaction. "Destru-"
Destru held a hand up, making Tess stop her sentence with a small sob. "Best not to discuss it now," Destru stared at Runes body, not meeting Tess' gaze.
Tess nodded, knowing Destru wouldn't see it. "I'll wait outside," she whispered, then turned to go into the hallway.
"Tess! Wait!" Tom called, stopping her at the door. He walked up to her and brushed a stray hair out of her face. "Are you okay?" he whispered, studying her frown.
"I'll be fine," she took his hand into hers, making sure to look anywhere that wasn't Destru or Rune.
"Are you sure?" Tom persisted. He waited until she nodded, giving him a weak smile. "Okay," he returned her smile and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "We're trying to figure out how to get home. Do you know how the sirens got around?"
"They don't have any ships that I know of," Tess' frown returned as she continued to think. "I could probably raise Destru's ship if it was one of the last one's they sunk."
"You could do that?" Tom asked, incredulously, amazed that her powers had grown this much in just a year and a half.
Tess nodded in confirmation. "I'll just need to rest for a bit afterwards because of these bracelets," Tess raised her arm to show him the thin silver bracelet entwined around her wrist.
"What are they for?" Tom asked, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
"They're supposed to help me with my power surges," Tess examined the bracelets in the torch light. "I was supposed to have them removed once the ritual was completed."
"I think I know someone who can help take those off," Tom gave Tess a quick kiss on the lips then walked back into the kitchen, leaving her dazed in the hallway.
Destru looked up from the table when Tom reentered the kitchen, his ears perked forward. "Any news?"
"Tess says she can raise your ship," Tom answered, suddenly realizing he was feeling warm once again. "Can we go to your brother's village?"
"If she can raise my ship, I'll take her wherever she likes," Destru nodded. "We'll be heading there to bury Rune with his parents."
Tom nodded, leaning against the table as his legs threatened to collapse under him. "Good plan...Nyx" Tom called weakly towards the troll as he gave a sheepish smile.
Nyx rolled his eyes as he lumbered away to gather more ingredients. Destru laughed as Tom collapsed to the ground, the siren's kiss taking effect on him once more. "Stock up on those Nyx!" Destru howled after the troll. "We'll be needing them most of the trip I reckon!"
All that answered Destru was an annoyed grumble.
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Tess was raising Destru's ship shortly after the noontime meal. Destru's crew whooping in excitement when the prow broke the surface of the water. The ship creaked and groaned as water expelled out of the port and canon holes in the sides. It took a few concentrated minutes for Tess to repair the damage. Tom lent her some of his energy when she began to feel fatigued from the energy the boat and her bracelets took from her.
She was leaving the sirens on good terms. They were going to search out their original matriarch that Matera had run out when she joined this group of sirens. They promised to stay in touch and try to find a place in the new world. Debating on becoming fisherwomen to help nearby towns. Tess was proud of the few strides for improvement they were making in such a short amount of time.
Tess stood on the dock breathing hard as Tom helped her stay upright. Destru's crew were beginning to load the ship up to make the trip home. Rune's body was carefully laid in the cargo hold, where crew members could pay respects if they found the need to. "Aterea," Tess gave a weak smile towards the young siren that was hesitantly coming up to her and Tom.
"Priestess," Aterea shuffled up to Tess, nodding towards Tom as she came closer. "Priest."
"How can I help you?" Tess watched as Aterea fumbled with a package at her side.
"We wanted to give this back to the High Priest," she offered Tom his sword back. "We should have never taken it from you in the first place."
"Thank you for returning it," Tom answered, taking the sword from the young siren. "We wish you peace and happiness in your new beginnings."
"Thank you," Aterea gave a small bob, before offering another item to Tess. "This is the Priestess' athame." Aterea handed Tess her jeweled dagger that she had used in the ritual sacrifices. "I know it might hold bad memories for you, but the High Priestess is the only one that can use the powers held in it."
"Thank you," Tess took the athame from Aterea and placed it carefully in the sash of her dress. "I wish you the best in your future," Tess whispered in the young siren's ear as she gave her a hug.
"Don't forget about us," Aterea whispered back.
"I won't," Tess promised, as Tom offered his arm to board Destru's ship. Tess took it and looked around the ship. It was just as she had remembered it.
"Everyone aboard?" Destru called from the main wheel. The pirates ran about and untethered the boat, freeing it from the dock. "Off we go!" Destru smirked, setting sail for his brother's village.
Tess and Tom watched as the island slowly disappeared from view, ready to see where their new future would take them as the High Priestess and the Wilkolak.
****** Author's Note *******
Thank you for reading my story! I appreciate all of you who have stuck around and everyone who commented and liked the posts. You are all wonderful people!
Keep your eyes peeled for the next instalment of this story titled "A Buried Legend". This story will take place during Tess and Tom's separation following the story of another witch and werewolf named Seraphina and Wellsley.
Thanks again! Much love! And hope you enjoyed the story!
<< Chapter Forty Seven - Tess
#Original Story#Chapter Forty Eight#The Quest#Wilkolak#Witch#Destru#Thalkon#Thalkons Story#Thalkon Roiy Denn#TW Death Mention#Completed
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Tess panted heavily as she looked at her mother's fallen form on the ground. She was suddenly very fatigued. The door to the room opened and closed. The other sirens must have left the room. She stumbled backwards, feeling lightheaded.
"I've got ya," a soothing voice whispered in her ear as someone caught her falling form.
Tess looked up at her savior's face. "Tom?" She whispered, as her vision blurred.
She heard his familiar chuckle as he scooped her into his arms.
"Go to sleep," the voice whispered as she closed her eyes, exhaustion finally claiming her.
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Tess woke up to her curtains drawn. She groaned as she sat up. Every single part of her ached. How had she made it back to her room? She couldn't remember anything after crying over Tom's fallen form. She slowly swung her legs out from under the covers, uttering small groans of pain as she did so. What did she do last night? She hobbled over to her vanity and sat down.
Tess pulled at her eyelids, examining the bags that had formed under them. Did she not sleep well the night before? Sighing, she reached for her hairbrush to brush out the night from her hair. She looked down when she didn't find it right away.
Where was it? She always left it on the vanity. "Looking for something?" A familiar voice whispered into her ear, startling Tess. She hadn't heard anyone come into her room.
She looked up into the mirror to see Tom standing behind her. Tess gasped, a hand flew to her mouth, as she whirled around to face him. "Tom?" she whispered, reaching a shaky hand, not daring to believe he was alive.
"It's me," he whispered, opening his arms to her, tears brimming in his eyes. He had finally found Tess, and he could hold her.
Tess sprang to her feet and fell into Tom's arms, relishing the feeling of them wrapped around her. She pulled away slightly to look at him. He had an angry red line where she had slit his throat the previous night. "I saw you take your last breath," she whispered, gently tracing the line. "How are you still alive?"
Tom brought Tess back into a tight hug, his nose in her hair, breathing in her scent as he swayed them both back and forth. She still had her siren features but they didn't seem to dominate her other features like they had before. "I don't know," Tom replied, not caring for the answer either way. "But I'm not questioning it." Tom took Tess' chin in his hand and gently pressed his lips to hers. A slight warming sensation began to fill him, starting at his lips and working its way down his body. She still had her poison and probably didn't realize what she was doing, Tom reasoned. "Tess," he groaned as his knees gave out.
He collapsed into Tess' arms as she gave him a horrified look. "Tom?" she whispered. Trying to help him regain his feet. It was too good to be true. He was dying now. Of course he wouldn't stay alive.
"You still have your poison," Tom gasped, collapsing further to the floor when Tess couldn't hold his weight anymore. His legs felt heavy like lead.
Tess looked in the mirror after she got Tom settled on the floor and saw her lips glistening. "I'm so sorry," she went back to his side. "I had forgotten all about it."
"It's fine," Tom gave a weak smile, even though he didn't think it was. "Do you have something to get rid of it?"
Tess thought for a moment. "It doesn't affect sirens like it does everyone else," she finally said, pushing back some of Tom's hair. "It's more of a paralysis than a poison. But it should wear off in time. Nyx would probably know a better solution than me. The sirens don't exactly like their prey getting away." Tess ended with a slight smirk that looked almost hungry.
Tom's heart rate spiked, a sudden wave of fear ripping through his body at Tess' smile. "Should we find Nyx?" He asked, trying to ease the sudden fear in his mind. Tess didn't complete the ritual so she wouldn't stay a siren, he reminded himself over and over as the warmth finished spreading over his entire body. It was an accident, she forgot about her sirens kiss, he pleaded with the part of his mind that was trying to convince him that she was too much of a siren. He didn't think he'd be able to make it far on his own, let alone shout for help if he were to need it.
The couple looked towards Tess' door when they heard a knock. A troll servant stood at the door, not making eye contact as he cleared his throat. "Priestess, your presence is requested in the dining hall." The troll bowed and began to walk away.
"Wait!" Tess called, making the servant stop. "I need the troll named Nyx to attend to my friend. Can you either bring Nyx here or bring my friend to him?"
"Certainly," the troll bowed, then walked towards Tom to pick him up.
"I'll check on you as soon as I see what's going on," Tess whispered, putting her hand under Toms chin as his head began to slump forward.
"I'll be counting down the minutes," Tom responded, surprising Tess with another kiss.
Tess looked towards Tom with a concerned look once they separated. Tom chuckled, "I doubt a double dose of your kiss will do anything worse to me."
Tess ruffled his hair while he couldn't do anything about it. "I'll see you in a bit," she nodded towards the troll who picked Tom up and carried him off towards the kitchens.
<< Chapter Forty Six - Matera
Chapter Forty Eight - The End >>
#Original Story#Chapter Forty Seven#The Quest#Wilkolak#Witch#Thalkon#Thalkons Story#Thalkon Roiy Denn#TW Injury Mention#TW Injury
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Chapter Forty Six - Matera
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The sirens huddled together. The priestess was only good to them if she wasn't against them. Matera stepped forward, turning Tess' attention to her. "Priestess-"
"My name is Tess," Tess spat out. She felt her power growing, which made little sense to her. She was told she'd only gain her power if she completed the ritual. Her eyes hardened on Matera... another lie.
Matera paused for a moment before continuing. "Tess," Matera continued. "I was the one who killed your father and ate his heart."
"Why?" Tess asked after a pause. She felt like all the air had been knocked out of her.
Matera gestured to the surrounding room, an enormous smile plastered on her face. "Why, the same reason as you... power!"
Tess stopped as everything came crashing down on her. She didn't want this power. In fact, she had gone for years wishing she was powerless. This woman, whether or not she was her actual mother, was nothing like her. "We are nothing alike," Tess whispered, her hands clasped into fists as she shook with rage. "I never wanted power! I never wanted to rule over a species! I just wanted to be normal!" Tess shouted. She didn't know when, but she was currently floating in the air. A powerful wind was picking up around her as her power surged.
She saw Tom's lifeless body beneath her, enraging her more. "You said my powers wouldn't come in if I didn't complete the ritual." Tess lifted an energy ball that had formed in her hands. This was the biggest one she had ever made.
Matera was now joining the other sirens, cowering together. They hadn't expected her to turn on them. "I said that, so you'd become a siren," Matera called to her. "You were going to receive your powers, whether or not you did the ritual. We need a powerful priestess so-"
"No!" Tess spoke, several voices surrounding her own. "For as long as I have been here, you have done nothing to make your way in the new age. The old age is dead, and nothing you do will change that!"
Tess threw the energy ball at a wall in a fit of rage. It tore through the stone like it was paper. It landed in the forest near the mountains almost thirty miles away. She floated to the ground near Tom's sword. She looked at the blade, reading the inscription. True love never dies.
"Now Tess, you need to calm down," Matera tried to take control once more.
"I need you to be truthful," Tess yelled, picking up the sword and swinging it towards her mother.
Matera waved her hand to the side, deflecting the sword, catching Tess off guard. "This is the destiny of the High Priestess." Matera walked towards Tess. "I was a High Priestess. Your grandmother was High Priestess. Her mother was High Priestess. You must accept your duty."
Tess slowly backed away from her mother, dragging the sword with her. It was much heavier than she had expected. She was becoming drained of energy after everything that had happened so far. Her bracelets hadn't been taken off yet. "They didn't become sirens," Tess whispered.
"No, but they would have if they had known the power granted with the transformation. You only have a little bit of time left before you can no longer perform the ritual," Matera continued. She used her own magic to propel herself to Tom's body. She lifted her hand in the air, preparing to rip the heart out and force feed it to Tess. "It's time to take your place!"
Matera's hand shot down to Tom's body, making Tess scream in horror. Tess felt energy build up on herself as she grabbed her mom's wrist before she made it to Tom. "You will not touch him," Tess commanded, her voice taking on the sound of many voices once more.
Matera backed away. She couldn't ignore Tess when she used this voice. Tess looked at Tom, then back at her mother. She took a deep breath, then straightened. There was only one way to end this. "As High Priestess-"
"You didn't finish the ritual," Matera tried interrupting before getting cut off by Tess.
"I am High Priestess regardless of finishing the ritual!" Tess silenced her mother, who backed away, her arms covering her eyes as Tess began glowing with power. "And I have decided you will not be allowed to hurt anyone else."
"And what do you plan on doing?" Matera scoffed, doubting that Tess would have the courage to kill her. She couldn't even finish the ritual with Tom.
"I will make sure you can find no one else to hurt." Tess' voices echoed throughout the room. She walked up to her mother and reached a hand towards her. Matera took a step back, not sure what Tess was planning.
"Be still!" Tess commanded, making Matera stop in her tracks. Matera looked up at Tess fearfully, as she was now planted where she was standing. Tess reached her hand out and touched Matera's chest above where her siren's broken heart was. "You will no longer be on this plane of living. For the rest of eternity, you will roam this earth. You will cry out, but nobody will hear you. You will try to be seen, but nobody will see you." Tess looked into the eyes of her mother, as her face was drained of color. "As I say it, so shall it be." Tess finished, removing her hand.
Matera stood stock still for a few moments, then began laughing when nothing happened. "You! You, child! You think you can destroy me with a few words?" She cackled. Stopping only when she saw Tess looking towards the ground. She followed Tess' gaze to see her body on the ground, staring off into nothing, a silent scream etched on her face.
Matera looked at her hands, trying to see if her eyes were playing tricks on her. "No, no, no," she whispered to herself. She rushed over to the group of sirens that were staring toward her body. "Sisters, you see me?" Matera waved in front of the faces of her found family.
None of them reacted to her. Matera fell to the ground in a sobbing mess. The remaining sirens made their way out of the room while Tess was still distracted.
<< Chapter Forty Five - Revelations
Chapter Forty Seven - Tess >>
#Original Story#Chapter Forty Six#The Quest#Wilkolak#Witch#Thalkon#Thalkons Story#Thalkon Roiy Denn#TW Kill Mention#TW Death Description#TW Character Death
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Tess cracked an eye open when her knife came to an abrupt halt right above Tom's chest. She rubbed the tears from her face, trying to see clearer. "As you would have if you were still here by my side," Tess said once more. She brought the knife down, only for it to stop mere centimeters from his chest.
"Priestess, what's going on?" Materas' shrill voice rang out in the silence.
"I-I don't know," Tess admitted as she attempted to bring her knife down once more. She heard Matera accusing the other sirens of not removing protective clothing. She ignored all the shouting as she noticed a shining coming from his pants pocket. Tess reached in and felt a familiar round orb. "My star," Tess whispered as she inspected the tiny glowing orb. "You went back and got it for me," Tess looked towards Tom's unmoving face. It was becoming pale white as the blood rushed from it.
Tess took a shuddering breath as she realized what had happened. "Dad said it would always protect me if I kept it on me," Tess continued to whisper, not realizing the glowing had intensified.
"Priestess, why is your hand glowing?" A siren asked from across the room in horror.
Tess looked at her hand to see that the glowing had grown too bright to look at. She dropped the orb, which rolled away from her, shielding her eyes. Her siren vision was coming in and they didn't like bright things.
"Tess," a male voice called from across the room.
Tess lowered her arm to see a figure standing above the orb. She cocked her head as she tried to figure out where she had seen this person before. He looked so young and homely. Much like a father would. Tess stopped and stood, staring at the figure in disbelief. "Dad?"
The man smiled in her direction. "My little girl. My, how much you've grown." He raised his arms as if to hug her, only to realize he was a projection. "I wish I could be here celebrating your sixteenth birthday with you, young priestess."
"Dad, I miss you," Tess cried, moving closer. She reached a shaky hand out, only to pull it back to herself. Would she be able to touch him? "Why did you leave me?"
The projection sighed and looked towards her sadly. "I needed to get you somewhere safe." Was the only explanation he offered.
Tess knew her father wasn't really there, but she felt his presence as if he was right next to her. She figured he had put a part of his soul in it. That's why he could answer her questions directly.
"Tess, I need you to know something," her father continued. "The path your mother is taking you down is very dangerous."
"But, I was told that mom was dead," Tess looked towards her father in confusion. Maybe it was a recording, and she just reacted the way he thought she would.
"No, my little star. You have been with your mother this whole time. She did the same thing to me she is having you do to Tom."
"Tess, don't listen to that cursed thing," Matera called, forcing Tess to remember there were other people in the room.
"Tess, I only wanted the best for you and I had hoped you would've been safe with Tom's family. I see I was wrong, and I'm sorry for my assumption." Her dad looked over towards Tom's lifeless body. "I was terrified that she would kill you like she had your brother. I took you in the middle of the night to get you to a safe place. That's when you met Tom and his family."
Tess thought back on when she had met Tom. She had clung to her father as he pleaded with Tom's parents to keep her safe. Tom had been watching from the hallway, not wanting anyone to know he had crept out of bed. She had cried and cried when her father gave her to Tom's mom, and walked out of their door. He had left her with her book of spells and the orb that he had put a piece of his soul into.
Matera kept calling for Tess in the background, trying to get her attention back. Finally, Tess had enough. "Silence!" She shouted in several voices to the matron siren. "I will tell you when you can speak!"
Matera looked taken aback, but kept her silence.
"Dad, this is too hard," Tess whispered as she walked closer to his projection, much to the dismay of her eyes. "I don't know what to do," she squinted as she came closer, suddenly feeling like a small child lost in the world.
"I have little time left," her dad's projection leaned down and hugged her. Tess returned the hug, shocked when she smelt wood smoke on her dads projection. This was a piece of his soul.
"Please don't leave me," Tess cried, falling to the floor. "I can't do this on my own."
"Listen," her dad squatted in front of her and lifted her chin to look at him. "Everyone has choices to make. Some of them are right and some are wrong. But we may make the correct choice after a wrong one. It is you who decides where to go from where you are. Understand?"
Tess nodded her head, sniffling.
"Please be careful, my little star." Her father stood upright as his projection faltered. "I have and always will love you." With that, his projection was gone. The orb was now a dull golden nugget.
Tess' body shook as she took in her empty world. All her friends and family were dead, except for apparently her mother. "Who?" Tess whispered harshly, as she turned to face the sirens. "Who killed my father?" She ended in a shout.
The sirens flinched as her rage was projected on them. None of them dared to speak, all looking amongst themselves.
"Which of you forced me to destroy my family?" Tess stood rigid in front of the sirens, who were now fidgeting. A few of them looked towards the door. Tess noticed the looks and moved her hand closest to the door, slamming the doors closed.
<< Chapter Forty Four - Kiss of Death
Chapter Forty Six - Matera >>
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Chapter Forty Three - Tom
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Tom nursed his wounds over the next few days until they pulled him from his cell. His hands forced behind him and bound. He nearly collapsed when he stepped on his foot wrong. Matera pointed her hand at him and a soft blue light surrounded him. He felt his bruises and scrapes healing. "Why?" Tom asked, catching his breath. He hadn't expected the sensation to be so overwhelming.
"You need to be presentable for the priestess on her birthday," Matera explained before walking away. The troll that was guarding him pushed Tom forward.
"I'm going, I'm going," Tom muttered as he stumbled. He followed Matera into a room with a high vaulted ceiling. A large circle was made of flooring tiles in the middle of the room. Torches lined the walls, reflecting the glass from the nearby windows. There appeared to be a snowstorm outside.
Tom was marched directly into this large circle, then forced to the floor. His ankles were bound and then his wrists attached to his ankles. His back felt like it was forcefully arched forward. Matera moved some stray hairs out of his face as she opened his shirt a little more to reveal his chest. Easier access to his heart, he figured.
"Don't go anywhere," Matera smiled, as she left him there to wait.
"Don't worry, I won't," Tom seethed, the ropes already biting into his skin.
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Tess walked down the hallway unhurriedly. She hadn't been feeling the best lately, and she was pretty sure it was because of Tom's presence. Her dark blue dress swished on the stone floor as she made her way to the ritual room. Today was the day she would get her full powers and become a siren.
She stopped by a window as she walked by, breathing in the fresh night air. The full moon was bright tonight. It looked beautiful in the falling snow that framed it in the sky. Sighing, she turned back to her destination. Stalling would not get her out of doing the ritual. She smiled upon seeing Matera outside the room she'd be performing the ritual in. "My priestess," Matera brought Tess into a gentle hug.
"Blessed night," Tess answered, returning the hug.
"Are you ready for tonight?" Matera asked, straightening her gown.
"As I'll ever be," Tess gave a small grimace as her head began pounding more. Why had her previous feeling of unease grown? What was different about this room tonight?
"Do you remember the steps for tonight?"
Tess nodded, her stomach doing flip-flops at the thought. How could she forget? Tonight was going to be her first kiss!
"You're going to do great," Matera gave Tess a big smile, while clasping her shoulder.
"I appreciate your faith in me, mother," Tess responded, taking a deep breath to settle her nerves.
"Remember, the ritual needs to be started by midnight at the latest." Matera turned the knob to the door, opening it. "Happy birthday," she added, as the door swung open.
"It shouldn't be a problem," Tess gave a lopsided grin, turning to see her sacrifice.
Tess' face fell, her heart clenching at the sight of Tom kneeling in the middle of the room. His feet and hands lashed together so he couldn't defend himself. She instantly knew that he was the presence that was making her feel ill. "Mother," Tess whispered, before Matera walked off. "I don't think I can do this."
Matera looked at Tess, surprised. "If you want your powers to come in, you must." Tess looked at Tom with a concerned face, then back to Matera. "The ritual specifically states it must be a loved one."
Tess glanced around the room to see the other sirens looking towards her. They were waiting for the ritual to begin. "But it's Tom." Tess wanted to let her tears loose. This wasn't fair!
"He's the one you love, isn't he?" Matera asked, giving her a sickly sweet smile. "Or were we wrong?"
Tess wanted to scream about how they were completely wrong about their assumption, but she remained silent. They weren't wrong. She took a calming breath, then turned towards Tom. He was watching her, waiting to see what she did.
"Has my blade been cleaned?" Tess asked, not looking at Matera. She wasn't going to get sympathy from her.
Matera gestured to one siren on the side. They brought forth a thin jeweled dagger, offering it to Tess. A priestess' athame. Her athame.
Tess never looked down at the siren. It was one of her younger sisters, just starting to learn magic. She took the athame and began her walk to Tom.
The closer she got, the more he looked familiar and yet different. She looked at her reflection in the dagger she held. She had changed, too. Her skin had begun to shimmer like the other sirens, her teeth were coming in too. It wasn't until she was closer; she saw what was different about Tom.
"Where are your ears?" Tess whispered, kneeling down next to her friend.
Tom looked her up and down slowly, not wanting to miss a single feature of her. Oh, how he had missed her. "You've changed too," Tom finally croaked out, giving her a small smile. His throat felt like sandpaper.
"Tom," Tess took his chin in her hand, turning his face towards her. "What happened? Where were you?" Tears began falling down her face. "I waited for you."
"Tess," Tom wished his hands were free. He'd scoop her up and never let her go. It was tearing his heart to pieces to see her like this. "I thought of you every day and night. I heard your howls... why'd you stop?"
"You did?" Tess asked, thinking of all the times she had howled for him. Then she had stopped. She had lost hope of ever seeing him again.
"I howled back every night, even when I had things thrown at me," Tom offered a small smile, trying to lighten the mood.
Tess let out a small laugh through her tears. "You were never very good at carrying a tune."
Tom scoffed, acting offended. "Destru's worse. Have you heard him sing? It's like claws on stone."
"He helped you find the Hero's Dias," Tess whispered. She felt her lips grow wet. Her poison was activating, being so close to a loved one.
"He did," Tom smiled, doing his best to not show any of the fear he felt in the pit of his stomach. He might be able to distract Tess for a bit, but the sirens wanted their priestess at full power. His back was aching. He had been in this position for too long. He had lost feeling in his hands several hours ago. "Tess, you were right," Tom continued, keeping her attention on him. "The government knew where it was the whole time."
"I knew it," Tess whispered to herself before looking back at him. "Is that... is that where you-"
"Lost my ears?" Tom asked. His face looked incredibly human without his wolf's ears. "Lost my tail too." He attempted to show Tess, but wasn't able to move much because of the stiffness setting into his joints.
"You traded your wolf?" Tess looked at him sadly.
"I would do anything for you," Tom whispered, meeting her gaze.
"Oh, Tom!" Tess wrapped her arms around his neck. He breathed in her scent. It was still her, even if she had begun to turn into a siren.
<< Chapter Forty Two - Regret
Chapter Forty Four - Kiss of Death >>
#Original Story#Chapter Forty Three#The Quest#Wilkolak#Witch#Thalkon#Thalkon Roiy Denn#Thalkons Story#TW Knife#TW Knife Mention
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Tess gasped, tears welling in her eyes, her hand covering her mouth trying to stifle her cries. "Oh! Oh, no!" she whispered, her body shaking as the realization crashed down on her. "No, no, no, no," she slowly fell to the ground, her hands clutching her head.
"Lass, what's the matter?" Destru asked, concerned. He clutched at the bars, his stomach dropping at her reaction.
"Destru, please forgive me," she wept, looking up at him. She looked so helpless and lost. "I-I didn't know. They always glamour Tom's face on them. I didn't believe him." Tess couldn't continue her explanation as she dissolved into more tears. She'd never forgive herself.
"Lass," Destru took Tess' chin and gently made her look at him, his face confused. He looked over Tess with worried eyes. He had made a pledge to take care of Rune when his parents had passed, was he okay? "What happened?"
"I-I killed Rune," she finally whispered, her hands trembling as she reached for Destrus hand. "A-and I ate his heart." Tess dissolved into more tears as Destru pulled back from her, an appalled look on his face. "Matera wanted me to practice for the new moon ritual where I'll become a siren permanently."
Destru was conflicted, he wanted to feel bad for Tess, but she had killed Rune without a second thought. Tess lay at the bottom of the iron bars, sobbing, begging for forgiveness. Crying harder as the silence became longer. Destru looked her over once more. Her skin was shimmery like the other sirens, streaks of blonde dotting her previously raven black hair. Did she have the teeth too? "You've started becoming a siren," Destru stated. His look growing cold as the realization of Runes' loss swept over him.
"I didn't know what to do," Tess gasped out, her tears becoming too much. She looked up to see the disappointment in Destru's eyes. Sorrow filled her, making her chest hurt. She felt sick to her stomach. "I couldn't find a way out, and I was so scared." Tess looked back at the ground, Destru's disappointment in her was too much for her to bear. Her lip trembled as she thought of all the bad things Destru was most likely thinking about her. "I'm so sorry Destru," she finally whispered, staring at the ground, hugging herself to try and make herself feel better.
She shivered as the rest of the crew stared at her in disbelief, waiting for their captain to make the next move. They knew how much he had cared for Rune. They couldn't imagine the grief that he was going through at losing him. Especially at the hands of someone he had considered his friend.
"You should go," Destru finally whispered. He didn't trust himself to say anything else. He had a lot to process.
Tess shrank back at the harshness of Destru's words. She glanced up with tearfilled eyes, her face shimmering with the tears she had cried already. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, her body trembling as she got up. She looked into the cell one more time, before rushing away, her face in her hands. Afraid of the tears that were already escaping her, landing on the ground as she returned to her room.
Destru stared after her, a broken man. The trail of her tears shimmering in torchlight, as he sank to the ground. He sat in silence, staring out into nothing, tears quietly making their way down his face, as memories of the young pup played through his head. He would never be able to fulfill his promise to him.
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Tom gasped in pain as he was dragged back to his cell. A troll had him by an arm and the rest of him was pulled carelessly behind it. After Matera was finished talking with him, she had put him in a room filled with goblins. She had him magically paralyzed, then told him to defend himself. He did not know what she meant by "defend himself", since he had no way of doing that. The goblins had fun as they turned him into a mass of purple and blue bruises and cuts.
Finally, he was thrown back into his cell. He groaned as his body protested at the contact of stones. "Wilkie, are you okay?" Destru called from his cell, his voice hoarse from his previously shed tears. There had been a few hours break between Tess' visit and Tom's return. Most of the crew had mourned Rune's loss, but Destru wasn't sure if he'd ever be finished.
Tom forced himself to roll over to face him. He thought that a rib or two might be broken. Why were humans so fragile? "I'll survive," he gasped out, gritting his teeth against the fresh wave of pain.
"What happened?" Destru asked, seeing the pain he was in, trying to cast his own pain aside to help Tom through his own..
"I found Rune," Tom coughed, a bit of red spitle escaped his mouth. His throat had become raw from his cries of pain earlier. "It was too late, though."
"I heard," Destru replied quietly, not looking towards anyone. He fought off another round of tears.
Tom lifted his head in surprise, closing his eyes when he got a head rush. "How do you know?" he finally gasped out. He was going to faint, his mind was trying to fade to black.
"The Lass came down here," Destru explained, filling Tom in on Tess' visit.
"They all wear my face?" Tom asked, once Destru was done explaining what had happened.
"That's what she said," Destru agreed.
"That's messed up."
"It also gives us a good idea of what will happen at the new moon ritual," Destru pointed out, trying to keep his mind from thinking of Rune. They needed to figure this out, so they could mourn him properly. "Since all Tess' victims have had your face glamoured onto them. We can assume that you're the sacrifice at the ritual."
Tom stayed silent for a few minutes before shakily sitting up. "Well, I hope I can talk her out of it when the time comes."
<< Chapter Forty One - Friends
Chapter Forty Three - Tom >>
#Original Story#Chapter Forty Two#The Quest#Wilkolak#Witch#Destru#Thalkon#Thalkon Roiy Denn#Thalkons Story#TW Kill Mention#TW Organ Consumption Mention
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Tess made her way to the kitchens, her head was now pounding, and all she wanted was a cup of soothing lavender tea. She entered the kitchen to see the trolls hard at work on supper. The newest sacrifice's body would be brought down to be added to dinner soon. She made her way through. The trolls making sure to not make eye contact with her.
"Can I help you, Priestess?" a troll bowed near her.
"I would like a cup of tea. My head is pounding," Tess admitted, resting a hand on her forehead. She was using a cooling spell to relieve the aching.
There was a low groaning sound behind her as a cup of tea was offered to her. "Thank you," Tess took a sip, not minding what was in it.
"Is everything to your satisfaction?" the troll asked, upon seeing Tess' confused look.
"What's in this?" Tess asked, looking towards the troll that had handed it to her. Her eyes widened upon seeing the troll she had made friends with on Destru's ship.
"Lavender and tarragon," Nyx's gravelly voice informed her.
Tess sat the cup down, staring at the troll. "Nyx," she whispered. The troll nodded his head at her, confirming her discovery. "Are the others here, too?"
Nyx nodded his head once more as a siren walked into the room. She saw Tess' flustered look and rushed to her side.
"My priestess, is everything okay?" The siren took Tess' face into her hands as she looked over at her, worried.
"I-I'm fine," Tess blinked a couple of times, trying to focus on the siren in front of her. "Just a little fatigued. I think I'll be laying down for the rest of the evening."
"Should I have supper sent to your room?" the siren asked, not sure if she completely believed Tess' excuse.
"No, I don't think I'll be awake for it." Tess excused herself from the kitchen. "My head is aching. I will see you in the morning. Good night."
"Good night," the siren called after her, wondering if she should follow Tess to her room or not.
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Tess hurried from the kitchen and slipped down a hallway. She glanced behind herself to see if anyone had followed her. Seeing the coast was clear, she slid against the wall, holding her head in her hands. Nyx was in the kitchens! Destru and his crew most likely were in the dungeons... would she be forced to kill them? Or worse, eat them!
She looked through her fingers that had migrated to her face. There was no doubt in her mind that she was going to find Destru and find out what was going on. She took a calming breath and envisioned herself in her mind. She went through what she would do in the next few minutes if she hadn't decided to go to the dungeons. Walk to my room, and lay in my bed for the rest of the evening, she thought to herself repeatedly. When she opened her eyes, she saw a clone of herself standing in front of her, waiting to be instructed on what to do.
"Go to my room and pretend to sleep," Tess whispered to her copy. "You're not feeling well."
The copy nodded, then walked down the hallway, making its way to Tess' room. Tess waited a few minutes as she waited for the slight wave of exhaustion to move on. She could perform simple spells with next to no repercussions. The bigger spells still took a slight toll on her with the bracelets she had on.
She stood and made sure nobody was in the hallway before making her way to the dungeons. She wasn't allowed in them. They still terrified her from her first day there. Tess glanced around herself once more, then snuck her way onto the stairs that led to the dungeons.
It took her a little while to find Destru. They had put his crew towards the back of the dungeons. But she knew he wasn't all the way in the back. She recognized these cells from when she had been taken upstairs her first day here. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought. Don't think like that; she thought to herself.
Finally, she saw a wolf with a dirty blue coat leaning against the iron bars. "Destru!" she called quietly, a sob catching in her throat.
Destru's ears twitched as he heard his name. He turned towards her and lept up in surprise. "Lass!" Destru gave a warming smile upon seeing her.
Tess wanted to fall into his arms in relief. Someone she knew! Someone she wasn't forced to make friends with! "Destru what are you doing here?" Tess looked in towards the crew. This wasn't everyone. Tess' heart sped up with concern. How long had Destru been here? Had they made his crew into meals over the past few days? "Where is everyone?"
"We came to save ya," Destru grinned, ignoring her worried look. He looked over her, looking for signs of distress. "You're looking well."
Tess rubbed at her face, preventing tears from falling down her face. "You're doing a brilliant job," she laughed, before becoming serious once again. "Destru, where's your crew?"
"Don't worry, Lass, most of them stayed behind," Destru winked, trying to keep the mood light. Perhaps he could convince Tess to get the key to their cell. "Only one we're missing currently is Little Rune."
<< Chapter Forty - Rune
Chapter Forty Two - Regrets
#Original Story#Chapter Forty One#The Quest#Wilkolak#Witch#Destru#Thalkon#Thalkons Story#Thalkon Roiy Denn
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Tom made it out of the dungeons with little trouble. He was now wandering the halls of this seemingly vast castle. Ducking into the shadows whenever a servant passed by, trying to be as stealthy as possible. He stopped when he heard a familiar female voice, and it wasn't Matera. Tom looked around, doing his best to stay in his hiding spot. Tess rounded a corner talking with a younger looking siren.
It took all his self-control to not jump out and bring Tess into a big bear hug. His eyes roved over her figure, looking for signs of mistreatment or bruising. He didn't see anything. Her skin looked soft and perfect, just as it always had. Her hair shimmered in the torchlight, bouncing lightly as she walked along. She wore a similar dress as the sirens from earlier. Except this one was more blue, helping her eyes stand out. He heard her laugh at something the siren said. Tom's heart twisted with yearning. He had missed the sound of her laughter. It was exactly how he remembered it.
"Are you nervous for today's test?" the siren was asking, as they made their way closer to his hiding place.
Tom held his breath, not wanting to draw attention to himself as they passed.
"I honestly can't wait for it to be over. I started not feeling well yesterday," Tess admitted. Her shoulders seemed to tense up as they passed his hiding spot. Tess stopped for a moment, looking around the hallway, with a confused look.
"Is everything okay, Priestess?" the young siren asked, concerned.
"Yes," Tess shook her head, a hand to her forehead. "Perhaps I'm just staying up too late reading. I'll make sure to have some tea once the test is done."
"I'll go let the kitchen know so they'll have a cup waiting for you," the siren volunteered, running off down the hallway.
Tess watched as the siren disappeared down one of the several hallways. She sighed, looking around once more, before continuing down the hallway. Tom let out the air he had been holding as Tess disappeared down another hallway. He knew he should have stopped her, but he wasn't sure how she'd react to the way he looked. Would she believe it was still him?
He opted to follow her to wherever her destination was. Matera had said Rune was a part of a test for who he assumed was Tess. He hoped that, whatever the test was, it would be harmless for Rune.
Tom continued to follow Tess from a distance, stopping once she went through a wooden door. He crept to the door, hoping to hear what was going on in the room, but it was too silent for his liking. He could never prepare himself for what he was about to see.
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Tess greeted Matera in the testing room. There was only one figure bound on the floor today. "Think of this as a run through for your new moon ritual," Matera smiled, leading Tess to a table full of knives.
"Yes, mother," Tess replied, going for her usual athame. She tried pushing her sense of unease down. There was nothing in her home that would make her feel this way. It was most likely her nerves getting the better of her. She centered herself in front of the bound figure. She nodded towards a siren, who took the sack off of the figure's head.
Once again, Tom's face greeted her. His eyes filled with terror as the sailor under the glamour took in the room. "M-Miss Tess?" a shaky youthful voice called out to her.
"Oh good," Tess smiled. "They're finally changing the voices around." She kneeled next to the shaking figure.
"Miss Tess, it's me Rune," the figure tried again. They were pulling against the rope binding their wrists together. It cut into their wrists until they bled.
"Of course it is," Tess sneered. "All you look like my friends, but you're not." Tess brought the athame to the sailor's throat, its blade barely piercing the skin.
"Please, Miss Tess," the sailor cried out, a whine following the plea. "Please don't hurt me."
Tess didn't bother with a reply, instead she sliced the sailor's throat as the door to the room burst open. A male voice shouted at her, being cut off as Matera put a silencing shield over whoever the intruder was. Tess caught the body of the young sailor, then took her hand and ripped its heart out. She pushed the body over, disinterested, as she took a bite of the heart in her hand.
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Tom couldn't believe the sight that reached him when he burst into the room. Tess was kneeling at Rune's side with a knife at his throat. "No! Tess, that's Rune!" he shouted, only to be cut off by a blue field surrounding him. He pounded on the shield, shouting for Tess as she caught Rune's lifeless body. "No! Tess!" Tears streamed down his face. He was too late.
She turned towards him, a bite taken out of the heart, her chin and hand drenched in blood. Rune's heart dripped its life-force onto the ground as she took a step towards him. She nodded towards Matera, who lowered the shield around Tom. He rushed forward to get to Tess.
Tess didn't seem to be okay with this. She reached a hand out and gripped the air with it. Tom felt his body snap into a straight line, floating up into the air. He felt like his lungs were being crushed. "Why do you not tremble before me, sailor?" Tess asked. Her voice had gone dark.
"Because I know who you truly are," Tom gasped out, trying to keep his focus on Tess without passing out.
Tess let out a laugh, releasing her grip on Tom a little, before becoming serious once more. "Whoever you knew before is dead," she brought Tom closer for a slight inspection. "They did a good glamour on you. You even sound like him."
Tom gasped as he felt the magic around him squeezing even harder. "Tess, it's me."
Tess smirked. "They're all you," she gestured towards Runes' body. The glamour hadn't fully faded, and he saw his face over Runes.
"Tess, they're brainwashing you," Tom tried again.
Tess shook her head in disbelief. "No," she said dangerously. "They were here for me, unlike everyone else who I thought were my friends. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do." She threw Tom to the side of the room, then left.
Tom groaned as he rolled away from the wall. He felt like his whole body was going to be bruised. He looked up to see Matera smiling, her teeth showing. "Let's have a chat, Young Priest."
If Tom still had his tail, it would've been between his legs at how scared he was right then. He swallowed hard as Matera bound him with magic and shooed the other sirens out of the room.
<< Chapter Thirty Nine - Escape
Chapter Forty One - Friends >>
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Chapter Thirty Seven - Sirens
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Trigger Warning, blood, organ removal, eating of a live person, death. This chapter contains a mild sword fight at the beginning.
Tom finished securing a sail when he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Can I help you?" He turned to see who wasn't doing their job. His breath caught in his throat.
A siren was standing in front of him, their needle teeth barred in a smile. "How delightful," she continued to smile. "You found the rope." She reached forward, ready to grab at his shirt.
Tom stumbled back in surprise and pulled his sword out. "Sirens!" he let out a shout. He wasn't sure if more had come aboard or not. "Where's Tess?" he growled as he focused his attention back on the siren in front of him.
The siren in front of him chuckled. "Oh, a feisty one. Wants to know about the priestess." The siren moved her hands, and a sword appeared out of thin air. "I was told you'd be a puppy."
Tom gritted his teeth. The siren talked about the priestess, which meant she knew where Tess was. The siren made the first move, making Tom take a step back to defend himself. "I want to see Tess," Tom roared at her. He heard the clashing of metal all around him. He was going to be on his own for this fight.
The siren smirked, moving back to take another swing at him. "She's nestled up at home studying. She's forgotten about you, puppy."
Tom felt his heart break at the siren's words. He almost forgot to defend himself. The siren and Tom went a few more rounds of hitting swords together before breaking apart once more. He was getting fatigued. He hadn't practiced as much as he would have liked.
"Does puppy need a nap?" the siren pouted, her unnerving smirk never leaving her face.
"Never!" Tom bounded forward only to be stopped in midair. He looked around to see a siren in the middle of the ship with her hand up. The rest of the crew had been frozen in the air, too.
"Enough of this play," the siren with her hand up commanded. "Tie them up. We'll be bringing them all home."
Tom looked to his right to see Rune struggling in midair. Small terrified whines escaping his throat. He wanted to comfort him, but was pulled away when his feet touched the ground and he was surrounded. The sirens knocked his sword out of his hands, then bound his hands behind his back. Pulling on his hair to keep him still as they teased him with their teeth, threatening to take a bite out of him. Once he was bound to their satisfaction, they tied him to the mainmast, the rest of the crew joining him.
Everyone's attention went to the kitchen entrance when a siren was thrown onto the deck. She was covered in scrapes and bruises. Tom held his breath as he realized Nyx couldn't come into the sunlight. "He's just a humble troll," Destru called, a slight tremble in his voice. "Let him be, and he won't bother you."
"I want the sailors that are with him," the lead siren demanded. She licked her lips as she stared into the doorframe. Nyx's figure could just be seen in the shadows. "I can smell them." She raised her hand towards Nyx. He seemed to stiffen in response. "Troll, if you don't want to come into the light, you'll give me those sailors."
The only sound that was heard in response to her request was a low rumbling of displeasure.
"Very well," the siren turned her hand into a fist and brought her hand closer to herself. Nyx's form came closer to the door. His face unchanging as the sunlight threatened his very existence.
"Wait! Stop!" one sailor called from behind Nyx. "Don't hurt the troll. We'll come up willingly."
The sailors made their way up to the top deck. The head siren smiled, dropping her hand, releasing Nyx. "See, was that so hard?" The head siren seemed to glide up to the newest sailors who stood where they were, shivering. "It's rare my lunch gets away from me," she continued, circling the men. Suddenly she punched Jethro in the back with a squelching thud, the man gasping in surprise. He looked down to see the siren's hand through his chest, holding his heart, blood spurting out as his heart beat its last few beats.
The other sailor began backing away. Trembling so hard, he nearly tripped himself as he tried to get to the side of the ship. "Time for dinner," the head siren called. She pulled her hand back through the sailor's chest, letting him collapse to the ground. The remaining sirens jumped on the younger sailor. Devouring his screaming form. Destru and his crew did their best to look away. There was no way to escape the screams from being etched into their brains. Tom looked on from his position between Destru's men as the head siren took a bite out of the heart. Blood fell to the ground as it drained from the arteries. She watched the sailors writhing form as the remaining sirens fought over what was left of it.
"Come sisters," the head siren clapped their blood stained hand, as the other sirens finished up. "Let us head home to our priestess. We must prepare for the new moon ceremony." The head siren waved their hands, and the ship fell into the water, no longer stuck on the coral. "Gather their weapons and put them where they can't reach them," the siren sang as she moved to the wheel of the ship.
Destru shared a look with Tom as the sirens sailed the ship forward. There was magic at play here... and it was dangerous.
<< Chapter Thirty Six - Trap
Chapter Thirty Eight - Dungeon >>
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Tom sat on a barrel in the kitchen helping Nyx peel vegetables for supper. They were running with a ghost crew of ten sailors. It had been agreed that people could pass to the nearest town if they didn't want to risk their lives. Since they would sail directly into siren waters. The crew that left wished them well, and they went on their journey.
Tom looked up as Nyx was conversing with Rune. He was most likely looking for a snack. He was always hungry. Tom concentrated on peeling the potato in his hand. He couldn't get used to these "normal" senses. They weren't as sharp as his wolf senses. After he had passed out he had woken back up on The Lucinda May, Destru had watched over him worriedly. He had been incredibly sore and weak, trying to stand was enough to make him exhausted the first few days.
He had changed more than just getting human ears and losing his tail. He had been slightly muscular as a wilkolak. While he still had some muscle tone, he hadn't realized how much of it had been because of his wolfness. Destru had helped him get used to his new self. He had never realized how much his tail had helped with balance. Or how much he had relied on his wolf hearing and sense of smell.
Nyx looked towards the deck when he heard feet pounding above them. "You should check on them," he instructed, as he continued to chop vegetables.
Tom nodded his head, grabbing his sword that had been resting near the door. Nyx couldn't go into the sunlight to help them if they were under attack, anyway. Tom felt the sword at his side. Destru was helping him learn how to use it. He was thankful he was a fast learner, because he knew he'd have to use it any day now.
Tom got to the top deck in time to see a couple of men being brought on board. They were sopping wet and shaking in terror, scratches littering their body. "What happened to them?" Tom asked as he came up to the men.
"Sirens!" the taller of the two all but screamed. "You must take us to the nearest port!" The man turned to Destru, who had overseen them coming aboard. The man had a wild look in his eye. He was definitely terrified of something.
"How did you escape?" Destru asked, trying to comprehend what was going on. People didn't escape sirens, especially when they were hunting you.
"We fell overboard," the other man spoke up. Tom regarded him as he explained the fighting that had taken place. This man was closer to Tom's age, with brownish hair and bright green eyes. "We didn't see them coming. Their skin blended in with the water. Everything was peaceful, then the next it wasn't. I got pushed into the water and Jethro jumped in after me." The younger man looked around at the gathered crew, his face falling. "Where's the rest of your crew?"
Destru grimaced as he prepared to tell these poor men they weren't safe. "We're hunting sirens." Destru had a guilty look on his face as the two men looked on in horror.
"Please, I have a wife and a child back home," Jethro pleaded, falling to his knees. "I can't face them again."
"I as well," the younger sailor dropped to his knees, copying his crewmate. "I barely escaped death last time. I don't want to test fate again."
Destru looked to be at a loss. "The nearest port is a good couple of days from here." The sailors looked panicked. Destru didn't want what few men he had to follow suit. "But I'll consult the charts and see if we can do a minor detour."
The men nearly passed out in relief upon hearing this.
"Rune, take these two to Nyx and get them warmed up," Destru continued while motioning towards Tom to go to his cabin.
"Right away Cap'n" Rune saluted, then showed the survivors to the kitchens.
Tom followed Destru to the cabin, worry gnawing at the pit of his stomach. They stayed silent until the cabin doors closed. "Destru, what's the matter?" Tom asked. There were charts scattered all over Destru's table, mapping supplies scattered everywhere.
"I thought this was a common fishing ground for the business back in the last town," Destru started. Moving his map supplies until he could find a compass. The needle continued to spin, never finding its north marker. "This blasted thing hasn't stopped spinning for three days now."
"What's that mean?" Tom asked, confused.
"There is something messing with the compasses in the area. I think the sirens have magic users among them, and they're putting up wards to mess with the sailors." Destru explained, putting the compass back down.
Tom contemplated for a few moments, glancing toward the compass and the maps, then outside. "Are we lost?"
Destru sighed, sitting in a chair, looking defeated. "I've been sailing for many years, and I've never encountered something as strange as this. I know how to pilot by the stars but," Destru sighed once more. "They've moved."
"I don't understand...how do stars just move out of place?"
Destru shook his head. He pulled a bottle of alcohol towards himself and popped the top off. "Powerful magic... keep those sailors occupied. Hopefully, we can keep them alive through this." Destru swigged from the bottle before being thrown from his chair. "What in the blazes?" he shouted, getting to his feet.
Tom and Destru rushed to the deck as everyone picked themselves up.
"Capt'n!" a shout from the crow's nest. "Reef! It goes for miles!"
"Coral only grows in shallow waters," Tom thought out loud. "I thought we were in the middle of the ocean."
"I had thought that too," Destru ran to the front of the boat, looking to see how bad the ship was. Destru started calling out orders, the crew scrambling to get everything done. There was an air of danger about the boat. Nyx must have sensed it in the kitchen, because he didn't allow the other sailors to come up and help.
<< Chapter Thirty Five - Sword of the High Priest
Chapter Thirty Seven - Sirens >>
#Original Story#Chapter Thirty Six#The Quest#Witch#Wilkolak#Destru#Thalkon#Thalkons Story#Thalkon Roiy Denn
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Chapter Thirty Five - Sword of the High Priest
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Trigger Warning of murder mention and mutilation mention
"The first wilkolak," the guardian explained in his ear. He had crawled onto Tom's shoulders once more. "He searched me out after the High Priestess cursed him."
"What did he want?" Tom looked towards the cat. He grew up hearing about the first wilkolak, but there was only one story and they had never written it down. He wasn't even sure if he remembered it correctly.
"Looking for a cure to his curse. He felt it was unjust. Unfortunately, there was no way to reverse it right then and there. He needed to fulfill a debt before anything could be done." The cat batted at the ball, the image changed to show the wilkolak forcing his help on others. "He didn't understand how to repay the debt and his first transformation happened."
Tom continued to watch. The wilkolak transformed and was instantly consumed by bloodlust. Tom shivered. He had heard of the bloodlust as part of the transformations. His family, thankfully, had never been plagued by it. It was terrifying to watch. This man turned into a feral beast almost instantly. He howled in pain as the transformation broke his bones and replaced them to fit his new shape.
Tom couldn't imagine the fear that he had most likely gone through. Not knowing what was happening or how long it would last. He watched as the first wilkolak went to nearby forests, murdering entire clans of mythicals.
Finally, the first rays of light for the next day poked through the trees. He stopped ripping apart his newest kill as the rays splashed on his face. He slowly transformed back into himself, sobbing from the horrors of that night.
The orb flickered, then showed the man living in a cabin, a forest surrounding him. He looked out the window to see the rising moon. He clutched at his head as he screamed at the sky. Wishing for his life to end. He went into a rage in his confined space. The door locked from floor to ceiling to keep himself from hurting others.
"He finally got his rages under control." the cat brought Tom back from the horrors he was witnessing. The cat's tail tickled his nose. "Found a wife, had some kids, and they continued the line. They became known as protectors of the less fortunate. By doing this, the blood rages lessened until they were nonexistent."
"Wilkolaks fathered werewolves too." Tom wasn't sure if he wanted to know the truth about this one, either.
The cat nodded sagely. "The first bite victim... they no longer expand that way. There's enough of them to grow their numbers without hurting others."
Tom took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Why are you showing me this?"
"You need to know what you're leaving," the cat replied. "You came because you wanted to save someone... correct?"
Tom looked towards the yarn ball to see Tess cowering in a dungeon cell. Chained to a wall, as she cried his name. "Tess," Tom gasped, his heart speeding up at how scared she was.
"My, my, how she's grown since then," the cat chuckled.
"What do you mean?" Tom asked, not sure if he wanted an answer. The scene changed once more. Tess was walking down a cobbled hallway, slow and dignified. It took Tom's breath away at how graceful she was. Her hair was brought back into a loose, low bun gathering at the base of her neck. Her hair shimmered in the low light offered by the torches she passed.
She turned through a door and went into an outside courtyard and was greeted by a woman. They exchanged a quick embrace; the woman whispering something into Tess' ear. Tess looked into the distance to see another woman with an umbrella held open against the sun's rays. A troll standing underneath it. Tess looked back towards the woman, who said something else. Then pointed her outstretched hand towards the troll. No emotion on her face.
The troll watched the interaction, a brief look of fear on its face, then back to nothing. It wasn't able to do anything since there were no shadows to protect it from the sun. Tess closed her hand, staring at the troll, her lip trembling slightly. The umbrella closed in one swift motion. Tom gasped as the troll became stone. He kept watching Tess, hoping for any sign of remorse for her actions.
"Tess, no," he whispered in horror as she turned to walk back inside, her face unreadable. No emotions on her face to prove she regretted what she had done.
"This isn't the first time she's been told to do this," the cat purred into his ear.
Tom glanced towards the cat, then back at the ball. He turned it in his hand to see the courtyard was filled with similar statues of trolls. All ranging from emotions of terror to acceptance of their fate.
"I need to get her out of there," Tom finally gasped out, the last scene still churning in his mind.
"If you insist," the cat sighed, jumping to the ground. "I have one sword to give, but I need something of yours to bring it here."
"Anything." Tom fell to his knees in front of the cat. "I'll do anything to save her."
The cat regarded Tom for a few minutes before asking a question Tom never thought he would ever hear. "Even if it meant giving up your wolf?"
Tom seemed taken aback. "T-that's not possible."
The cat sat in front of him, tail curled around his front paws. "All curses can be broken once the debt is paid," the guardian purred, half closing his eyes. "Yours has been paid for a while now."
Tom hesitated, giving up his wolf? What would that be like? Did it matter? He finally lowered his head. "I will do anything to get Tess back."
"So be it," the cat nodded. "You'll need to transform. You won't need to undress because you'll never fully shift. I will transfer your power into the sword of the High Priest."
Tom licked his lips nervously. He didn't want to think the guardian was wrong, but he was still concerned he'd rip through his clothes.
"Tick tock, wilkolak," the guardian chided, watching him closely. "These offers only come once in a lifetime."
Tom nodded his head, taking a deep breath. "Okay, I'm ready."
The cat nodded, moving away a bit, then sat down. "Then shift," the guardian commanded, his voice booming all around the room.
Tom let out a cry as his body shifted before he had done anything. The previously still room now filled with a magical wind that picked him up and held him midair. Tom gritted his teeth, pressing his eyes closed as he felt his body shift, but it was pulling his wolf from him.
Starting at his feet and working its way up. Tom whimpered as his shifting seemed to get stuck halfway through. He opened his eyes a crack to see a wolf forming across from him in the whirlwind. He gasped as it moved up to his chest. A howl was ripped from his throat, the wolf across from him howling with him.
The whirlwind started spinning faster, the colors of the room blurring together. Tom felt his canines appear, then disappear, his vision blurring as he got dizzy. Everything was spinning too fast.
He was thankful when the whistling of the wind became a dull roar. Maybe his head would stop pounding. Finally, he was lowered back to the floor, exhaustion filling him. The last thing he saw was a sword hitting the ground near him as he laid his head down on the cold stone floor.
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Destru was in a tizzy when he found out Tom had gone to the flower fields with no one to help him. He insisted on going as soon as a few of his men had finished their late breakfast. He had marched directly to the fields, becoming irritated when he was stopped at the front gate.
It shocked him when Richard and Alestat showed up, helping them enter the fields. They rushed through the flowers when rumbling was heard coming from the middle of the fields.
"Richard, why are the flowers rumbling at us?" Destru hollered as he ran towards the sound. He knew deep in his gut Tom was the reason for it.
"The Hero's Dias appeared almost two years ago. The higher ups didn't want anyone to know," Richard panted as he attempted to keep up with Destru's long strides. "It sounds like it's ready to go back underground."
They ran in silence for a few more minutes, arriving at a large rocky hill. A cat was sitting on top of a flat rock, cleaning its ears. It looked up at the panting figures in front of it, paying no mind to Alestat, who was studying the hill as it shook.
"Well, it's about time someone came to pick up their dog," the cat spat, glaring at Richard. "Better hurry before he gets buried with the rest of this place."
"What do you mean?" Destru asked. He didn't see an easy way to get into the hill.
"The hero's weapon has been given out. This place will remain hidden until he has fulfilled the prophecy," the cat explained. His ears twitched in annoyance. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am off to find a better place to stay." With this, the cat hopped down and wandered towards the main gate of the fields.
"Richard, how do we get in?" Destru started pawing at the rocks, trying to find a door, or a secret lever.
"I'll get your dog," Alestat growled, rushing up the rocks to the top and jumping into a hole. He reappeared near Destru, an agonizing ten minutes later. Tom's unconscious body was in his arms, along with his sword.
Destru took Tom from the vampire, then jumped back as the rocks started moving back into the ground. A huge gaping hole left in its wake. "I'd hate to be the Gardener that has to fix that," Destru remarked, before looking at Tom. "Alestat, he appears to be missing his ears... where'd you leave them?"
"That's how I found him," Alestat sneered, before walking away. "It's not my fault you dogs can't keep track of your shifts."
"I should head back too," Richard fidgeted nervously. "Gotta report what happened and all."
Destru watched as Richard and Alestat left, looking down when he felt Rune tug at his coat. "Capt'n, is Mr. Tom going to be okay?"
"Lets get him back to the ship and we'll find out," Destru led the way back, his crew following him. Rune carried Tom's sword back with them, admiring the way it shone in the light.
<< Chapter Thirty Four - Hero’s Dias
Chapter Thirty Six - Trap >>
#Original Story#Chapter Thirty Five#The Quest#Wilkolak#Witch#Destru#Thalkon#Thalkons Story#Thalkon Roiy Denn#TW Murder Mention#TW Murder#TW Mutilation Mention#TW Mutilation
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Tess had an uneventful few days. Her lessons were becoming monotonous, almost boring. They weren't challenging to her anymore. "Priestess, Matera requests your presence in the testing room." A troll bowed at the entrance of her room.
Tess gave the troll a confused look. "Where's Dorian?"
"I have not seen him today, Priestess," the troll replied, not meeting her gaze.
Tess felt a chill run down her spine. Dorian always brought her her messages. What was wrong with him? Did trolls get sick? "Tell mother I'll be right there," Tess finally said. If she didn't respond soon enough, they would think she had grown attached to Dorian. She didn't want to think about what would happen to him if Matera suspected a friendship forming.
"Very well," the troll bowed once again, then walked off down the hallway.
Tess felt her heart speed up at Dorian's absence. Her eyes drifted to her window. There was a courtyard filled with statues that could be seen from her room. She shook her head. She couldn't think about those things. Tess opted to see what her mother wanted in the testing room.
It didn't take long to arrive in the testing room. Tess knocked on the door. She couldn't figure out why she was meeting Matera here. She didn't have a test that she was aware of.
The doors opened to reveal Matera smiling at the sight of Tess. "Oh good, you're here." Matera motioned for Tess to enter the room. "You probably haven't noticed yet, but your poison should be coming in and I'd like to see how potent it is."
"My poison?" Tess asked shakily. She had forgotten the sirens had a poisonous kiss.
"Yes, dear," Matera continued, brushing off Tess' uncertainty. "You still want to become a siren, right?"
"Of course, mother," Tess' response had become automatic. She had been asked this same question several times before. "What will you need to test its levels?"
"Just lightly kiss this paper," Matera demonstrated on her own paper. The paper dissolved as soon as Matera's kiss touched it. It surprised Tess at how fast it happened. "Your turn." Matera handed Tess her own sheet.
Tess licked her lips, wondering if she'd be able to taste or feel her own poison. She finally took the paper and brought it to her mouth. She kissed the paper. Only to be disappointed when she continued to feel the papers' resistance on her lips. Maybe she did it wrong?
Matera took the paper from Tess and looked at it. "Not too potent. It must be just coming in," Matera mused as she looked at the barely bubbling paper. She glanced up to see Tess' concerned face. "Nothing to be concerned about. I knew it was a little early to be testing." Matera placed the sheet down on a nearby table and gave Tess a reassuring hug. "We'll try again in a few weeks, and see how you're doing with it then."
"Okay," Tess grinned. This was new and exciting for her.
"That's all I needed you for this morning," Matera dismissed Tess as she turned to do something else.
Tess nodded, then turned for the door. As she reached for the doorknob when Matera called her attention back to her.
"Before I forget," Matera started. "After lunch, please meet me in the courtyard."
Tess bobbed her head in agreement, then walked out of the room. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do to pass the time. Perhaps she'd go read in the library. It was full of books from the sunken ships. There were a few books that had caught her eye not that long ago.
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Tom was one of the first to wake on the ship. He ambled up to the deck and walked to the railing. He leaned on it to look out at the dock, his tail swinging lazily behind himself. Only stilling when he noticed a small animal sitting on some barrels close to the water. The orange tabby Destru had complained about the night before. Tom looked around himself before looking back towards the cat. It was staring back at him.
"Sign of the guardian," a low gravelly voice startled Tom, making him look towards the speaker.
"Nyx, you startled me!" Tom held a hand at his heart, as he tried to slow its beating down.
The troll nodded towards where the cat had been. Tom looked back towards the barrels, then started when he didn't see it anywhere around the deck. He looked back towards the troll, confused. "It was just there... where did it go?"
"Back to the Dias," Nyx nodded toward the gated flower fields.
"Should I follow it?" Tom asked. He didn't want to go without Destru, but if this was going to be one of his only chances... he should take it, right?
Nyx shrugged, a small rumbling in his throat as he studied the horizon.
Tom looked from the horizon to the troll, then back again. "I'm going," he finally announced, walking down the plank. He glanced back. He expected the troll to stop him, only to see him nodding his head, then leaving the deck for the kitchens. Trying to get out of the sun before it rose.
Tom took a deep breath, shaking out his shoulders, then headed towards the fields.
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It didn't take long for Tom to make it to the fields. It helped that the population was still sleeping. Tom looked around at the gate and wall. They were steep and tall. How had he scaled it the first time? He glanced around as he contemplated a transformation. He was still alone.
Tom moved to the side of the fields so he wouldn't be seen as well. Quickly undressed, then bundling his clothes into a quick sack. He transformed into his giant wolf self. His gray ears and tail darkened so the black of the wilkolak showed. When he was done, he was standing tall enough that his shoulders could almost brush the lower limbs of the trees. Tom picked up his clothes in his mouth and ran towards the wall. He picked up enough speed, jumping the wall with minimal effort.
Once on the other side, he dropped his clothes bundle and shifted back into his human form. He groaned a little as he felt his muscles complaining from the quick transition. He usually tried to make sure he was shifted longer than that, so his body wouldn't protest as much. It wasn't impossible to do several shifts within a short time. His parents had actually trained himself and his brother to do it. He just didn't enjoy doing it a lot because it took a lot out of him.
Tom looked around the path he was on. Why didn't he pay attention when he was on top of the wall? What was he looking for? Tom scratched his head as he tried to figure out where he should go to find the hero's Dias. If it was truly here, as everyone thought it was. Tom opted to go straight. He had been here several times before with Tess, so he had a rough idea of the layout.
His heart yearned for Tess as he saw all the plants that she would've gotten excited for. He even stopped and admired some of them. He reminded himself of how Tess would start rambling off facts of the plants as she admired them. "Lavenders good for relaxing before bed," her voice entered his head. "If you're ever feeling too wound up, take a sniff and let it soothe your scrambled thoughts."
Tom took Tess' advice and picked a couple of sprigs off the plant and inhaled the scent, closing his eyes. It reminded her of his favorite shampoo of hers that she liked to make in the spring. She'd make fun of him if he ever used it, but he never cared about that. He liked the scent, too. He opened his eyes, nearly crying when he didn't see Tess standing next to him. Maybe this wasn't a good idea...
He shook his head. No, he was going to complete this mission. Tom continued around the flower fields, deciding to make his way to the center. Important things always seemed to be in the middle of places, so why wouldn't the Dias? Tom's ears perked forward as he started seeing a rocky hill that he didn't remember seeing before. His heart beat faster as all his searching paid off. He was finally here.
<< Chapter Thirty Two - Tess’ Star
Chapter Thirty Four - Hero’s Dias >>
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