In a dark forest, clouds hung above the clouds ,a carriage pulled by giant wolves, hurriedly passed the trees and dense fog abstracting yet the carriage went on.
"He's dead."
"What did you say?"
"I said he's dead, the witch boy. I can't see his sprit matter, it might be temporary."
The woman—in elegant colourful and dark gloves as red as blood climbed above her elbows and a symbol on both, her skin white and her beauty captivating, long black and red hair stripping each other—She leaned in closer as the man, emotionless, unfeeling and cold stared back."Was your job not to watch over him until the ritual was done?" Her words threatening and demanding.
"I am not a babysitter or bodyguard. I am only here to report back to the master if anything happens."
"I guess you're still useless, Gheadell Shorik."
He raised his head, eyes squinting. She had touched something sensitive, and his calm was gone—replaced by a fierce, almost animal bloodlust. The carriage swayed dangerously as it sped forward.
"Don't you ever say that name again, you know the consequences—" Intimidating as though to pose a thought, a fear or some kind of warming.
"—Karen Evryl Everhart."
A bolt of lightning struck, bathing the carriage in a sudden, blinding light. Karen gritted her teeth, irritation flaring into anger, and straightened to face Gheadell, her glare sharp and unyielding, burning into him then she moved swiftly, grabbed his collar with one hand and another in the table."That name... That name is taboo to all witches, don't you ever say it again in your entire life. I send you to her if you ever say it again, my name is Asrithia Johark."
She finally let go, her attitude changing and she adjusted herself in lady-like manner.
Gheadell let out a sigh, his back pressing firmly against the leather. He rubbed at his neck where her fingers had clutched his collar, shifting to settle himself before muttering with a scowl. "Didn't know you hated her that much. Aren't all of Ydraol supposed to stick together? Guess I was wrong."
"Back then when Evryl was still alive, I was only 10 and I looked up to her until she stopped us from reviving our great lord, our creator and the son of the true primordius. It took us more than a century to find everything and collecting souls of 10,000 Herlioal witches was the most hard part since they almost lose their souls immediately after death."
She leaned back face resting on her fist and arm on carriage window frame."Seriously, what a bitch, bastard, asshole, traitor—"
"I don't usually see you this unhappy." Pouring a cup of tea, Gheadell didn't seem to care or want to hear her but still listened."I have a question and it might seem trivial."
She leveled a flat, cutting look at him, eyes narrowing just enough to show how infuriated she was. "You interrupted me for 'A trivial question'?"
"Back in Lashin's mansion, you looked very happy when he mentioned that Evryl's soul is in someone and still on this world. I would like to know why you would be happy if you hate so much." His face cold and emotionless as usual but still hints confusion.
Karen was puzzled and at the same time showed signs of irritation, she clenched her fist tight enough to make them bleed as though strangling her enemy. "You want to know—why I was happy—to hear that Evryl is alive." She leaned forward, eyes facing Gheadell.
She started laughing as though crazy. " It is as simple as one plus one is equal to two, The primordius is death and Witches are hated by humans..." She leaned back holding her her face with one hand, happy"...I want to torcher her kill her again, it will bring me happiness."
*This one is crazy and somehow they want me to work with her. What the hell are they thinking and what does she me the Primordius is death.* Gheadell looked out the window, the carriage stopped Infront of a dark sinister mansion and more carriages came.
The clouds cleared and moonlight shine on the mansion and the doors opened wide, mist hurrying out and in it a man stood with a cane, glasses and a hat with white black gloves, smiling he stretched out his hand. "The master has been expecting you, My name is Hashtoar Zelsec."
They stepped out and Gheadell complained. "We could have just use a car , why all these intricacies."
"Shut it, this is very important, even the collectors came today and they never come out."
" Gheadell! Gheadell! I didn't know you were coming, I would have brought something for yo." A man with golden eyes, a hat and a white-red gloves came close to Karen and Gheadell.
Gheadell showed his first emotion "Garth, why are you here."
"I was invited. They told me that I am one of the last Herlioal witches and tha---"
"Garth, you need to leave now, you do not know what they do to Herlioal witches here and you don't want to find out."
Hashtoar still smiling and as he got closer his face became more clear. "Fret not Mr. Gheadell, nothing will be done to the boy, so you may not worry."
Gheadell turned to face Hashtoar and Garth behind him as though protecting him. "I was not worried, he is just annoying as always." He already went back to his emotionless state.
Karen pulled Gheadell aside. "You looked worried though as if you thought we would do unspeakable things to him. You don't have to worry, the ritual can only be started by a Herlioal witch and we already have enough soul, infact too enough."
They started walking up the stairs and Gheadell posed à question to Karen, "What is this ritual anyway and why is it so important to you witches so much to kill each other."
"You do not need to know that, and what will knowing give you. Just do what you are told but since you asked I'll tell you."
Karen leaned closer and put her lips near to his heart and whispered to him softly.
"How is that even possible!" He shouted in a deep and curious voice"Is that even possible and why are you trying to do that!"
"Too many questions and I will not answer just because you ask. Let's go."
She walked away elegantly leaving Gheadell alone to his thoughts.
*How can this be and why are they even trying it if is this hard, the preparations are almost over except some things missing and Tarse will be the body."
**BANG**
The door closed loudly and mist begun to gather outside and the carriages broke down.