Chapter 39 (re)


    Though Khiron never had a night, not really, that was ording to Alonso, who had informed her that


    the souls lighted Khiron, even so, re could hardly make out much but the shape and size of the


    figure across theke, she knew, it was strange how, but she knew it was him, the robed guy.


    She felt the pressure of Nathan’s hand as he squeezed her left shoulder, she stared at him, “What


    realm are the Shapeshifter’s from?”


    “The fifth, It’s called Rughonia, but the ones you need to know about is the Asguardians.”


    “Asguardians? You mean Thor and stuff?” his eyes widened, as he moved her forward, further from the


    crowd. They stood so close to the water, any closer and they would’ve been in it, “Ssshhh, don’t


    mention those names around here, it''s forbidden.”


    “Jee wiz dude, I was just saying, no need to get weird.” She whispered back, with a poor attempt of a


    scowl, “Who are they anyway, the Asguardians.”


    Nathan stared directly into her irises, grave distress envisioned in the pain of his eyes. His turmoil,


    opened up for that moment, but she didn’t look away, because she knew if she was sure about


    anything - he was her brother, and all she wanted to do was hold him, and tell him it’ll be okay, but she


    couldn’t, because them being okay wasn’t certain. He dropped his eyes and gazed behind re, past


    her shoulder.


    His guard up and tightened in his features, “Asguardian’s are the offspring of Angels, they don’t have


    Angelic abilities but they can use seraph verses nheless, you should watch yourself around them,


    our own have a habit of disappearing when it’s convenient for them.”


    re gasped out a breath after she had held it a minute too long, she caught a sweet incensed smell


    of citrone from the near fire which burnt a few feet away from them, “What? Where are they?”


    re could smell the brandy on her brother’s breath as they walked close together, moving in toward


    the crowd. He was practically bringing her down, leaning on her, inconspicuously. She didn’t confront


    him, or moan about it, she wouldn’t care if he was drunk, she didn’t me him either, he just lost his


    mother, “We tend to purposely lose the invites addressed to Asguardians unless we really have to.”


    “Offspring of Angels, I didn’t know they did stuff like that, amongst themselves.”


    Her brother’s smile broadened at her, “You have much to learn sister. It’ll be easier if we could get that


    memory back, and I got someone who might be able to help with that, but first.”


    He pointed to a coffin, as he did she looked around them, small bonfires burned in small holes dug up


    around the bayou.


    re saw something, and thought projected from her mind, “Who’s those people, one of them got their


    hood up, how weird is that, I saw a guy dressed just like that.”


    Nathan thought before he answered, he looked as though he wished she had never asked, “They’re


    the Casters, descendants of Tempters.”


    The thought of her mother’s heart in the Tempters hand, flooded into her like hot liquid being poured on


    her flesh, “Why are your allies with these monsters,”


    He gripped her arm and pulled her to one side, “Not so loud, they’re not monsters, they choose to be


    good and for thousands of years they’ve proved greater allies than the Angels themselves, especially


    to us Draikens.” Nathan paused and outstretched his fingers around her arm, but his voice was low, his


    eyes peeled on the crowd, as he gritted out, “Just give them a chance.”


    He gently brushed re’s shoulder. Upon her frown, he whispered in her ear, “You should brace


    yourself, the Casters and Elvan are not always weing, especially the elders, I guess that they


    heard you.”


    She didn’t reply, there was nothing she could have said, it was not like she knew anything about them


    or the realms. Nathan stalked away like his body was on fire, and she was the lighter.


    There were people everywhere, some had hoods on, whilst others had them dropped down but one


    stood out, the only person who had not wore a robe but a dress, it was odd at first, but thedy turned


    around as if she sensed re’s eyes on her.


    She likened thedy to an enchanting beauty from a fairytale story, the snow queen.


    The woman’s skin was like milk in flesh, the fire lights were not enough to wash out her fairness, her


    beauty, RADIANT.


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    re had always wanted skin colourless as thedy’s, who stood at least ten feet away from her,


    dressed in a light silky blue dress which dropped to the floor.


    She stared harder at the woman, noticing how her lips thinned, and her eyes sunk, from ack of sleep


    and possibly poor diet. The woman’s ck eyes never altered from re’s face, as she made her way


    closer to this unknown woman.


    A handheld re’s arm, she turned to see who it was, but it was nobody. She scanned further down


    but the bayou was stacked with people, it could’ve been anyone or her imagination. Some dwelled on


    the high squared gold coffin, which got her attention soon enough.


    She had subconsciously tried not to think of whose bodyid in the gold coffin, which was positioned


    t on a twelve-inch squared brick stand, that looked decades old, with parts of the bricks missing. She


    would have to face the obvious sooner.


    “Your innocence is quite fascinating.”


    re heard a woman’s voice from behind her. She turned as her hair slipped out of its bun, it was the


    woman from earlier.


    “I am Alexandra, call me Alexa,” She smiled at re, her teeth surprisingly not diamonds but ordinary


    white.


    “Did you know my mother?”