Chapter 62: Into the Thick of It


    Ynda settled into the bunkhouse with the others going on the mission with her. The dragons went on


    ahead of them just moments before. For safety, they would rest in a different location. If the Fae


    located them within the Dream Realm, the Fae could shift realms and find their bodies. She found it


    difficult to settle down to shift her consciousness into the Dream Realm because her mind kept going to


    Ian and his safety.


    Eventually, she faded into the Dream Realm with her team around her. It took them only a few minutes


    to locate the location where they’d meet the Dragons to receive the device.


    “Thank you, Gorm. We’ll take it from here.”


    “I still don’t understand why they areplicating this so much. We are acting like cowards.”


    “No, actually, you aren’t acting like cowards. You’re part of a team and you are, as the humans say, the


    get out of jail free card. That means when we exhaust all avenues, you’lle in and save us from


    certain destruction. You don’t understand how much I appreciate you, and knowing I have you as my


    back up eases my mind greatly.” This was the problem with the Dragons. They lived in an old world


    mentality, where they only saw battle as the only honourable way. They saw survival as an after


    thought. Ynda believed this probably led to their small poption. Times changed and they didn’t


    change with it. They weren’t stupid. Just set in their ways.


    “I don’t know about that. It feels underhanded and not honourable.”


    “We’rebating the Fae. Very few can be considered honourable, and many of those honourable


    ones have a list of rules that are flexible. You will not lose any honour in anyone’s eyes. My respect for


    you and yours will never falter.”


    Gorm looked choked up and only nodded to Ynda before the three dragons moved off to find shelter.


    They would stay far away from the radius of the bomb’s explosion. Ynda and her team shifted into


    their wolves. Then with the device’s harness in Ynda’s mouth they made their way carefully through


    the greyndscape. It’s colours muted and shadowy in the creepy lighting.


    Ynda could never get past theck of a moon within the sky and the fact that it appeared to always


    be a spooky night. The confusion of buildings from now and then appearing within thendscape threw


    so many off that they avoided entering the Dream Realm unless there’s need for them there. Ynda


    was one of them. Graves, destroyed buildings, trees were that were chopped down decades ago still


    dotted thisndscape. That in and of itself made it difficult to maneuver through space. If one didn’t


    know the local history that person could be lost.


    They ran through thendscape toward the ce the Fae congregated in. The need to avoid three


    groups of roving nightmare creatures hunting for their next victim, added anxiety to the pressing nature


    of the mission.


    It began to get harder to move unseen into their midst. They must wait for the distraction to ur and


    draw the Fae into the other realm. She wondered how long it would take the distraction to happen,


    because the longer they were there the greater the chance they’d be spotted by a Fae or attacked by


    one of the shadowy creatures of the Dream Realm.


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    Ian pondered the device while they moved the group and their gear to the spot where they would set


    out from. Everyone could feel the static in the air from the anxiety everyone carried. He’d avoided


    talking about his feelings about this mission to Ynda. His fear of dying during this mission hung


    around his neck like a noose. But this must happen, and everything revolved around them getting it


    done in a timely manner. They at least would know when the attack would start to distract the Fae.


    Everyone prayed it would go well and not end up in a ughter. NARC possessed superior numbers


    currently, but with active wild magic, the Fae out gunned them.


    Even thought he dealt before in investigating supernatural or alien reports, he now walked into the


    event itself with full knowledge this was real. These creatures were real and a threat to everyone who


    encountered them.


    With it being impossible to kill them, they needed to take away their advantages one-by-one. Then


    NARC forces could return them brutally to the realm they came from. This was but one mission within a


    multi-pronged attack. There’d be no great single battle. It’d be a long drawn out process, with many


    skirmishes over a long time. The Fae acted like an aggressive infestation. However, that infestation


    battled itself.


    NARC had many people researching options, others actively hunted for clusters of Fae like this one,


    and more hunted for the portals to lock them down. Some of the Mages took it upon themselves to find


    out why the historymonly taught to them was riddled with lies. The dragons, vampires, and even


    the Fianna offered up ess to their historical records. Ian thought thisst part was a moot point, and


    a point that could wait. But it felt like water washing over Ian when they exined that Dragons or


    Vampires may be old enough to be guilty of this lie, and expected to exin why they recorded it as


    such. They’d technically be responsible for all the deaths that urred from this war.


    The portal closed behind them leaving them with their equipment and the portal guards. They now


    faced the Fae in the distance gathered within an open wooded area. The group waited to hear the


    horns the Fae used to summon their forces together for an attack. But right now therge group


    frolicked about mindless of the pending danger waiting for the sign to attack.


    The portal would active again closer to the time they would take it. This way if a Fae with the ability to


    sense magic were nearby, they’d not sense the portal’s magic. Ian found out that where were some


    Fae that devoured magic for pleasure. Since most Fae didn’t experience feelings like most other races,


    to feel pleasure often elicited an addiction reaction. That pleasure became their drug of choice.


    Devouring the magic often went overboard and the magical being would be injured or die.


    Now they stood there watching and waiting for the elusive horns. Time felt drawn out and that electric


    feeling vibrated through each group member. Finally, the horns began to sound.


    Fae stopped what they were doing and then ran toward the sound of the horns. Others appeared out of


    nowhere, these Fae came from the Dream Realm. It worked. Somehow, the Fae could summon their


    own from the Dream Realm.


    Finally, the mass of grotesque bodies slowed to nothing within the field, and the team could move


    forward. Ian prayed that their luck would hold. Though God felt like the wrong god to him because of


    the Fae before them. He blocked that train of thought from his mind. He needed his mind focused on


    getting into that space and setting it up in the correct area.


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