On the Evil Scale: Keeper of La Tecla (The Key) Book Two

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๐’ž๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“…๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡ ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ

๐’ฏime really does go by rapidly for itโ€™s been four months now and Winter has passed, slowly leading into the UKโ€™s Spring months; things have been relatively peaceful.

During his monthly transformation, Leonus remained confined in the underground cell, making him more dangerous. The shackles prevented his full change but he could feel his bones breaking in place and skin burning but no matter how hard he tried to free himself of the shackles, they were bound until the half-breed released the magical hold on them. However, that still didnโ€™t stop him from banging them against the walls chipping the stone or clanking them against the bars. The guards would have had to dart him when he created too much of a disturbance for his loud shouts and howls could be heard above ground inside the garage, leaving him in the blackness of the cage, with little to no lighting.

I handled paperwork during the months that passed, permitting new vendors access onto the Isle while making sure their products were acceptable and suitable for the Isleโ€™s needs or the interests of the residents. I laid my glasses on the desk when I heard a soft knock on the open door. Raising my gaze thinking it may have been Erik who has kept his distance from me during these months, there stood Heather.

โ€œHi, Heatherโ€ฆโ€ I stood approaching her.

โ€œHello.โ€ her voice quivered.

โ€œCan I help you?โ€ I inquired, taking notice of her nervous mannerisms, โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong?โ€

Her red-puffy blue eyes gazed into mine and I could tell she had been crying. A lot.

โ€œItโ€™s Leonus.โ€ she muttered.

I sighed, hoping she wasnโ€™t coming to me again for his release like sheโ€™s done before. I closed the door, offered her a cup of tea then we sat.

โ€œHeather, if this is about releasing Leonus againโ€ฆitโ€™s not going to happen. Iโ€™ve had the food youโ€™ve prepared for him delivered, so...โ€ I attempted to argue but she interrupted.

โ€œNo...no. Thank you. I know where you stand on the matter but this is far more personal, actually.โ€

โ€œOh?โ€ I grew curious.

She fiddled with a silver band on her ring finger; a beautiful band that had Emeralds placed in flat settings so the stones wouldnโ€™t scrape her fingers. She glanced down at her hand studying the small piece of jewelry, trying to find the right words.

โ€œHeather...what is it?โ€ I asked softly.

Raising her eyes, tears filled them once more as she released the heavy burden off her chest,

โ€œIโ€™m leaving. Iโ€™m leaving the Isle, our home...Leonus.โ€ she sighed several times, โ€œI canโ€™t take much more of this.โ€ she shook her head, โ€œI just canโ€™t. And itโ€™s not good for the kids.โ€

Her words shocked me.

โ€œWhereโ€ฆโ€ I cleared my throat, "where will you go?โ€

โ€œHome. To Irelandโ€ฆwith the boys. Liamโ€™s a grown lad so I canโ€™t speak for him, but itโ€™s done now...all the preparations have been made.

โ€œUh...โ€ her confession caught me off guard, โ€œI donโ€™t...know what to say to that. I mean, itโ€™s your choice yes, but this has been your home for years. Are you sure?โ€

โ€œI am.โ€ she nodded, โ€œBut...I need something from you.โ€ she reached for my hands.

โ€œAnything.โ€ I offered.

โ€œI need to see him. I need to be the one to tell him before he hears it from the kids. Theyโ€™re too innocent to realize this is something to keep between us. Pleaseโ€ฆโ€ she pleaded.

โ€œIโ€™m sorry, Heatherโ€ฆโ€ I pulled my hands away gently, โ€œI canโ€™t do that.โ€

โ€œWhy?โ€ she frowned.

โ€œBecauseโ€ฆโ€ I stood, โ€œwhere Iโ€™ve put him, is no place for a woman such as yourself.โ€

โ€œThen itโ€™s no place for him!โ€ she too stood.

โ€œHeatherโ€ฆโ€ my voice grew agitated over the subject, โ€œyes it is. Now, I said no and thatโ€™s that.โ€ I turned to her, โ€œWhen heโ€™s released...youโ€™ll be the first to know so you can prepare your family for the rage you know heโ€™ll bring home to you. And believe me, Heatherโ€ฆโ€ I approached her, โ€œhis rage will be undeniably dangerous.โ€

She remained silent, knowing the actions and decisions made by the young woman before her were all part of a bigger plan than she realized. She placed her hands on my petite shoulders, then leaned in for a gentle hug. Pulling away, she smiled then backed away approaching the door.

โ€œHeatherโ€ฆโ€ my voice called out, โ€œIโ€™m sorry, I really am but if you need anything for your journey home...or anything for your boys, let me know.โ€

โ€œWill do. Thank you. Iโ€™ll let you know when Iโ€™m actually leaving.โ€ she answered then slipped out of the room.

Once the door was closed, I groaned, releasing built up tension which ignited the fireplace.

โ€™F*ck me.โ€ I cursed then returned to the desk where it was then, I noticed the date; Valentineโ€™s Day. Leaning back in the chair I muttered, โ€œHappy-almost Birthday, Yzavelaโ€ฆโ€ I referred because I was born a few hours later. My mom had already given her birthday wishes in the morning as she cooked me a birthday breakfast. Suddenly, I received a video call on my computer and staring at the screen, the incoming call came from Jonathanโ€™s phone, โ€œHeyโ€ฆโ€ I answered, โ€œwhatโ€™s up?โ€

โ€œAre you busy?โ€ he asked.

โ€œNothing a break wonโ€™t fix. Why?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s Valentineโ€™s Day and I have a surprise for Sarah, but I want my friends to be there.โ€

โ€œOh...okay Where and when?โ€ I asked, organizing the papers on my desk as I spoke.

โ€œIn an hour.โ€ Jon smiled.

โ€œAn hour?โ€ I complained.

โ€œWhy? Is that a problem?โ€ he worried.

โ€œNo, not at all but where?โ€

โ€œThe gardens.โ€

โ€œOkay. Gardens. An hour. Got it.โ€ I nodded.

โ€œGreat. Thanks!โ€ he smiled then ended the call.

I stacked the papers that had already been completed before Heatherโ€™s unexpected meeting and Jonโ€™s abrupt call so at the moment, nothing else needed my attention. Glancing at my watch, I noticed the hour wasnโ€™t even close to approaching so I knew I had time to make a pit-stop before celebrating with friends. Strolling across the grounds toward the garage, Nick and Wyatt appeared just a few feet ahead of me.

โ€œYes?โ€ I walked by them continuing my way forward.

โ€œAre you going where we think youโ€™re going?โ€ Nick asked with wide brown eyes.

โ€œI donโ€™t know. Where do you think Iโ€™m going?โ€ I teased in a riddle.

โ€œTo the garage whereโ€ฆโ€ Wyatt muttered.

โ€œThe garage has many reasons for my presence, so it could be any one of them.โ€

โ€œRight. Sure.โ€ Nick grinned as he and Wyatt escorted their friend and Keeper to her destination.

Walking through the garage shop, workers paused their duties watching as their Keeper nodded in their direction with the escort of the Isleโ€™s two most trusted guards. They watched as she approached the storage room; one of the young men closed it behind them. They shook their heads not wanting to know her business then continued performing their repairs or tune-ups.

I watched as Nick and Wyatt knelt down removing the obstruction that concealed the hidden door. I bit my lower lip thinking of how this conversation would turn out and every scenario ended the same way; the Scotsman screaming obscenities all while demanding to be released. The door opened and this was my first time exploring the underground cellar-prisons.

โ€œAre you sure you want to do this?โ€ Wyatt questioned.

โ€œI have to.โ€ I answered, looking up at him.

โ€œIโ€™ll go down with you.โ€ Nick advised, โ€œAnd no arguments.โ€ he made his point.

I nodded then was handed a lantern Wyatt removed from the shelf near him and turning it on, the glow barely lit the stone steps but as I climbed deeper, the lantern provided adequate lighting. I walked around in slow steps once reaching the bottom examining the walls then approached the cages. I grew sick to my stomach for how could anyone want to trap or cage an individual in such conditions? The Isleโ€™s prisons werenโ€™t even this harsh. I shook the thoughts aside as I approached the cell toward the end where a figure sat hunched in the dark. Laying the lantern near the bars its glow stretched as if chasing away the shadows; a manโ€™s booted foot shifted along the ground where chips of stone lay scattered around him.

โ€œLook what we have hereโ€ฆโ€ a gruff voice spoke, echoing slightly, โ€œthe demon b*tch shows her face at last.โ€ the figure moved shuffling to his feet, quickly slamming his bulk against the bars.

I jumped back almost losing my balance against the moist ground but braced my feet in a wider stance. I huffed then folded my arms listening to the man grunt as he attempted reaching through the bars but the shackles kept him from doing so.

โ€œHave I come here to gloat?โ€ I taunted, โ€œNo, but I have come here to let you know that youโ€™ll be released in a few days.โ€ I grinned.

โ€œWhereโ€™s my food?โ€ Leonus barked.

โ€œThatโ€™s all you have to say?โ€ I mocked, โ€œWe havenโ€™t seen each other in four months and all you have to say is whereโ€™s your food? Leonus, you hurt my feelings.โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t f*cking care about your goddamn feelings, you little demon-b*tch!โ€ Leonus groaned, โ€œBut I do have a question.โ€

โ€œAnd that would be?โ€ I inquired.

โ€œMy family. How are they?โ€ he wondered.

โ€œHeatherโ€™s been through a lot but sheโ€™s...a strong woman. And your sons? Such beautiful boys.โ€

โ€œYou stay away from my family, do you understand?โ€ he warned.

โ€œOr what, Leonus? Hmm? Or what? Youโ€™ll kill me?โ€

โ€œYou think youโ€™re all that, thinking youโ€™re safe on that side of these bloody bars, do you?โ€ Leonus backed away scrunching his mouth, โ€œWell, think again little rat...think again, because when I get out, and there will be when I get out, Iโ€™ll think of ways to take your pretty life.โ€

โ€œAnother threat?โ€ I approached the cell, โ€œIโ€™m getting tired of all the back and forth.โ€

โ€œYza, be careful.โ€ Nick advised as he stood at the bottom of the steps.

โ€œTake it however you like, because Iโ€™m done fighting you. I really am.โ€ Leonus argued, โ€œYouโ€™re not worth it. Not anymore.โ€

โ€œSee...I donโ€™t believe that. Not one goddamn bit. You want to know why?โ€ I grinned, โ€œBecause I have what you want. I have your family. I have the Isle. I have the Keeperโ€™s title, all of which a man like you would never give up fighting for. Even if that means losing everything you hold dear, which is taking place right now as we speak.โ€

โ€œWhat do you mean?โ€ Leonus stepped forward, โ€œHas something happened?โ€

I backed away, leaving him wondering all sorts of things; I listened to his shouts and threats as he banged against bars. Once above ground, I turned glancing down the steps then instructed Wyatt firmly,

โ€œGet a few other hands over here and get him out. If he tries anything...handle him accordingly but first, hose him down outside then escort him home. Heโ€™s been in there long enough, and he smells putrid!โ€

โ€œAnd whoโ€™s going to tell Heather?โ€ Nick asked.

โ€œIโ€™ll inform her.โ€ I revealed, โ€œNow, please...get it done.โ€ I nodded then left the storage room, walking through the garage and workshop. I removed my phone and sent word to Heather; her voice was ecstatic but I warned her of his words and grudge, โ€œJust make sure your boys arenโ€™t home. Thereโ€™ll be guards escorting him and theyโ€™ll stick around for a few days to make sure everything is well enough for you to handle on your own.โ€

โ€œThank you.โ€ Heather appreciated, โ€œFor everything, dear girlโ€ฆโ€

โ€œDonโ€™t thank me yet.โ€ I finished, then ended the call as I made my way across the grounds toward the gardens where Jon, Sarah and Erik stood waiting for me; I was 10 minutes late, โ€œSorry Iโ€™m late.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s okay. Youโ€™re here now.โ€ Jon announced.

โ€œAnd for what exactly?โ€ Sarah grew curious.

โ€œThatโ€™s what Iโ€™d like to know.โ€ Erik added.

โ€œI talked it over with my parents and your Uncleโ€ฆโ€ Jon turned to Sarah, โ€œand theyโ€™ve given their blessing.โ€

โ€œTo what?โ€ Sarahโ€™s blue eyes grew wide.

โ€œHeโ€™s notโ€ฆโ€ Erik muttered telepathically.

โ€œWould it be such a bad thing if he did?โ€ I answered, looking at Erik but he didnโ€™t answer.

The moment passed quickly before anyone could react; Jon asked Sarah to move in with him. He wanted their relationship to be stronger and steadier, instead of the nights here and there in each otherโ€™s rooms. She was hesitant as she glanced at Erik and I who offered shrugs in response for it wasnโ€™t our place to speak for her. She accepted his proposal as if forced but was excited in the interim. She cared for Jon, she really did. Maybe not enough but she wanted more in her life than what others promise but never deliver. Hugging her tightly, Jon swung her off the ground then removed a box from his pocket. Sarah held her breath thinking it was another piece of jewelry but Jon grinned, shaking his head for he wasnโ€™t ready for that chapter of his life either. Opening the box quickly with humor, pink Pearl earrings glistened from the sun shining from above. She giggled lightly as she gently took the box from his hands, examining the Pearls before quickly putting them on. She leaned in kissing him then scampered toward me while Erik approached his friend. I studied the earrings with the stone set in antique settings but kept glancing over her shoulder toward Erik and Jon, overhearing their conversation telepathically; Erik offered his warnings pertaining to committing to a human but Jon argued that itโ€™s his choice to make and if anyone should be worried about their relationship, it was Erik.

โ€œWhy donโ€™t you worry about that?โ€ Jon muttered as he leaned in then blacked away, approaching Sarah and I.

I offered my congratulations, giving my friends hugs and joyful smiles then allowed them time to celebrate together. Leaving the gardens behind, Erik followed after me walking in silence alongside. I glanced at him in the corner of my eye then paused.

โ€œWhat?โ€ I asked.

โ€œWhat?โ€ Erik questioned.

โ€œIf you have something to say, Erik please just say it.โ€ I moaned.

โ€œNo. I got nothing.โ€ he shrugged.

โ€œThat figures.โ€ I sighed then turned away, returning to the manor where my mom stood outside waiting for a shuttle that was taking her to the village.

Erik stood by the manorโ€™s front fountain watching as the young woman grew smaller in the distance. He didnโ€™t know what more to say because the conversation would or could, turn out positive or negative. He kicked the grass then shifted his body in the opposite direction, venturing toward the training yard for a release of stress and built up arcane magic.

โ€œWhat was that about?โ€ my mom inquired, referring to the moment between Erik and I.

โ€œSame as always.โ€ I complained, โ€œAnd where are you off to?โ€

โ€œThe village. I heard new vendors arrived but Iโ€™ve been too busy with Katrina and the other Wiccans, plus helping Beth in the clinic, I need some time to myself. And you?โ€

โ€œI was going back to the study to finish some work but I need a break.โ€

โ€œGood.โ€ my mom nodded, โ€œAnd in good timing too, because here comes the shuttle now.โ€

โ€œBy the way, love the dress.โ€ I studied her attire; a dark green velvet overcoat was pinned closed at the waist with silver embroidery along the trim. As she waved her hands around expressing her explanations, her sleeves flowed and as she paced, the hem trailed a little behind her.. A pale green dress worn underneath displayed a V shape neckline and its faint printed detail. Her hair was pinned in a curled bun and her earrings added just enough, with of course her pendants. She always dressed so elegantly and in style, keeping the witches flair.

โ€œThank you.โ€

I smiled then gestured toward the shuttle that arrived; it was driven to the square as if it were our private escort service. Along the way, the Isleโ€™s Spring beauty came to life as patches of flowers and plants bloomed across the island. I also revealed Jonโ€™s surprise for Sarah and my mom was happy for them but had already known for she spoke with Leonard about it.

โ€œSo, you and Leoanrd?โ€ I asked.

โ€œOh, god no.โ€ my mom objected, โ€œAnd I donโ€™t mean that the way it sounded, but no. Heโ€™s a nice man and has raised Sarah well enough, but heโ€™s a little too gruff for my taste.โ€ she adjusted her dress in an awkward moment.

โ€œMm, okay. And Hiromi?โ€ I teased.

โ€œFor god sake, Yza...where is this coming from?โ€ my mom looked at me.

โ€œJust want to knowโ€ฆโ€ I shrugged, โ€œbecause if thereโ€™s anything there between you and Hiromi, I approve. Despite the tension between Erik and I.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m going to say this and only once.โ€ my mom turned in her seat, โ€œThere is nothing going on between Erikโ€™s father and I. Heโ€™s a wonderful and respectable man yes, but you know my heart will always belong to your father, regardless of the circumstances of his life. Hiromi and I have a lot in common, especially our love for our kids. I enjoy his company, thatโ€™s it. It offers some comfort for the both of us.โ€

โ€œOkay, okay.โ€ I surrendered the conversation then faced forward.

There were newer and familiar vendors that arrived on the Isle, all displaying their trinkets and items for sale, all pleasing a personโ€™s taste accordingly. As my mom and I strolled through the square enjoying the mother-daughter time sharing moments of laughter, Thomas stood near the pub engaging in a moment of a heated argument with one of the vendors who complained his space wasnโ€™t big enough and needed to adjust to another lot. I attempted to ignore the situation allowing Thomas, the squareโ€™s Manager (of whom I personally appointed) to handle the business of such things, to settle the difference but the man wouldnโ€™t accept the fact there was no change.

โ€œMommy, Iโ€™ll be right back.โ€ I tapped her shoulder; she nodded in understanding. Approaching the men Thomas eagerly pulled me forward in a gentle grasp getting me off the busy crowded cobblestone street and onto the walkway, โ€œIs there a problem?โ€ I glanced back and forth between the Italian and older gentleman, once again preparing myself for yet another vendorโ€™s dispute.

The tribe of Nubian Jinn had gathered for a meeting in a massive well built hut situated in the center of their camp. Skins laid spread across the floor covering thin wood planks that kept the hut from the Earthly ground. Sconces hung from their places posted on the metal beams that kept the hut standing, provided adequate light with the aid of candles and large fire-pit in the center highlighted from the sun shining through a skylight of the hut. Sturdy benches sat around the interior where the Elders would sit and contemplate matters of their kin. Beautiful hand woven tapestries hung from rods displaying the tribeโ€™s family sigils.

Shouts erupted as the Nubian Jinn-King, Azir Jaheem Zuberi, revealed his plans to travel abroad where his presence and aid would be required. His wife Natash Jelani Zuberi and their son Baako, sat in the largest chairs listening as their people whispered among themselves. Azirโ€™s brother Azim, stood from his place among the Elders of their kin, making his voice heard in protest stating their Kingโ€™s presence was needed here, for conflicts with other surrounding tribes were on a rise.

โ€œWe need you here!โ€ Azim proclaimed loudly, โ€œOur people need their King and Queen!โ€

โ€œYou and I both knew this time was coming, Azim and that I would have to leave.โ€ Azir declared powerfully, โ€œAll of you knew!โ€ he glanced around at his people; men and women nodding in agreement while others protested quietly.

โ€œBut what about our people you promised to protect!?โ€ another Elder shouted.

โ€œHow many times has my husband and I been there for each and every one of you?โ€ Natash stood making her presence as Queen known, โ€œMy husband has never abandoned us, but this is something he promised and you know a Jinnโ€™s word is never broken for itโ€™s one of our most important honorable laws!โ€

Azim sat silently as did many other Elders, listening to their Queen.

โ€œAnd I will not be leaving you unprepared!โ€ Azir revealed, โ€œAzim will remain here to care for our people, alongside my son Baako. Brother, stand please...โ€ he gestured the man forward and once standing before his King, Azir placed his hands on his shoulders.

โ€œMy King, my Queen...where will you be traveling?โ€ a woman asked.

โ€œAll of you remember Marxus Castillion?โ€ Natash announced, receiving nods in affirmation of the name, remembering when the Immortal spent time among their people, โ€œHe sent word of his passing many moons ago and itโ€™s our obligation to the man to answer his summons. We will send word if our presence is required longer than expected.โ€

โ€œThe Isle of Castillion is your destination?โ€ Azim asked, hearing of the Isle.

โ€œIndeed.โ€ Azir revealed, โ€œAnd since itโ€™s under new leadership, I donโ€™t know how the young woman is handling such a task and position and all of you know that our magic is infused into that island and we need to know if that magic remains. We need to know if sheโ€™s following all that has been woven into the Isleโ€™s creation.โ€

Elders stood placing their hands to their chests clenched in tight fists; Azim among them. The scene before them was magnificent and powerful, receiving the support from their kin.

โ€œFatherโ€ฆโ€ Baako Zuberi stepped forward standing alongside his uncle, bowing their heads.

Azir and Natash glanced at each other, knowing they had the support of their people. The silence that lingered allowed the soothing ambiance of the crackling fire-pit to fill the air. All that was said, is now done.

I huffed because the vendorโ€™s complaints were ridiculous; Thomasโ€™ Italian temper was beginning to come to the surface. Standing between the men I insisted firmly,

โ€˜Sir...it was your responsibility to book the right size space for your stands and wares. You know that coming here making last minute changes isnโ€™t permitted. Now...โ€ I held out my hand toward Thomas who placed the mansโ€™ folder in my hand, โ€œI suggest next time you come onto my island which isโ€ฆโ€ I skimmed through the information on the page, โ€œnext year, make sure you purchase the proper space according to your needs.โ€


โ€œItโ€™s that simple, Mrโ€ฆโ€ I read the name, raising my eyebrows for the name I couldnโ€™t even pronounce and glancing back at Thomas, he shook his head slightly with his eyes closed as if suggesting that I shouldnโ€™t even try, โ€œMr. T.โ€ was all I was going to say for the last name was totally unpronounceable, โ€œNow, pleaseโ€ฆโ€ I gestured for him to walk away, โ€œThe matter is settled and if I hear one word from Thomas that youโ€™re harassing him about it after Iโ€™ve settled it, I swearโ€ฆโ€ I approached the older man, โ€œIโ€™ll throw everything youโ€™re selling into the Sea and you can swim back to the mainland. Alright?โ€ I tilted my head menacingly.

โ€œYes-yes, alrightโ€ฆโ€ Mr. T nodded then stepped away in shuffling steps.

โ€œYou have no idea how many times that man gave Marxus trouble.โ€ Thomas retrieved the folder from my hands.

โ€œAnd what did Marxus do?โ€ I wondered.

โ€œWell, he certainly didnโ€™t threaten to throw the mansโ€™ belongings into the Sea and have him swim back.โ€ Thomas answered humorously, โ€œBut Marxus just gave him another spot.โ€

โ€™So pretty much Marxus let people walk all over him?โ€

โ€œNo. Thatโ€™s one thing Marxus didnโ€™t allow. Perhaps, he just wanted to avoid confrontation. His temper and all.โ€ Thomas shrugged, โ€œBut I think now the man will make sure he gets things right next time.โ€

โ€œIf thereโ€™s a next time.โ€ I teased, โ€œAny other vendors you need help with?โ€

โ€œNo.โ€ Thomas chuckled, โ€œThat was the last one.โ€

โ€œOkay. By the way, howโ€™s Anthony? I havenโ€™t seen him around and thatโ€™s not like him.โ€

โ€œHeโ€™sโ€ฆโ€ Thomas fiddled with the folders he held in hand, โ€œhandling things on his own. I respect his privacy but that doesnโ€™t mean I donโ€™t care. Even Louisa tried talking with him but he shuts her out.โ€

โ€œThat doesnโ€™t sound like Anthony at all.โ€ I worried.

โ€œNo, no it doesnโ€™t.โ€ Thomas sighed, โ€œPerhaps...you can talk to him? Maybe your gentle touch and presence will help him through it.โ€

โ€œRight.โ€ I nodded, โ€œIโ€™ll try but Thomas, thereโ€™s no promise. I mean, this is something poor Anthony needs to work out on his own and pressuring him to do so wonโ€™t have a good outcome.โ€

โ€œThomas!โ€ Louisaโ€™s voice called out from their tailor-shop along the storefronts. Giving me a wave in the process, she returned inside.

โ€œGo!โ€ I urged, โ€œIโ€™ll let you know if or when I speak with Anthony.โ€

โ€œGraziโ€ฆโ€ Thomas smiled then walked away in strong strides.

I too was called away, when my momโ€™s voice entered my thoughts and turning my head, there she stood near one of the stands that laid out all sorts of jewelry pieces crafted in both Gothic and steampunk tastes. With the loud chorus from the crowded square, I blocked out all the sounds and voices as I approached my mom but as I stood no more than five feet away, a Raven landed on my shoulder roughly. Thinking maybe it had been Abraxas in his shifted form, he hovered above the Isle with Axeon and raising my eyes, there were their forms casting shadows across the sun. I gently removed the Raven from my shoulder and holding its medium feathered body in my arms, it pecked at its foot indicating something was attached. Reaching out my right hand, I removed a folded piece of parchment, neatly tucked into the Ravenโ€™s band around its ankle. The Raven squawked acknowledging that it fulfilled the task of messenger. I released my hold on its body and it twisted around landing on my left forearm then flew high into the air, returning to its sender. I watched as it disappeared among the flock then glanced down at the parchment I held in hand.

I looked around taking notice if anyone else had noticed the Raven make its sudden landing among them but no one seemed to have seen the feathered creature. Perhaps, it was for my eyes only.

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