Zenith spotted all the villagers of Yelya moving their belongings to higher ground, to escape the flooding down below. He turned his head back to the mountain with the waterfall, there standing with his arms wide and his eyes closed was J’vonte’s father, the leader of warriors. Zenith swooped up next to the man, the man did not move, but Zenith felt as if he was aware of his presence. The man began to speak, but the sounds were sounds that no human could understand. Zenith heard the man, and knew what he said, and understood what he must do.
The father walked down to meet his people as they panicked to find higher ground, but he did not stop when he came across his tribe, he continued past them until he was wading in water and finally he was swimming. He kept swimming until he reached an island of rock that rose above the water. It was a steep climb for an older man, but he leaped hand over hand like it was what he did every day. On top of the great rock perched on a high branch of a tree was Ennadia. He could see that she was searching for J’vonte’ with her ever piercing eyes. The man began to whisper, again in a way foreign to man, but understood by Ennadia. The great creature reared up as if to show disbelief and confusion. In a booming voice the man called out.
“My name is Mythra, and you will listen, you have a duty. Do not forsake your destiny.” Ennadia immediately moved next to the wise man listening intently to what she had to do. Together they left the rock island, Mythra riding upon her back, dropping off to calm his people as she flew on. Leading all creatures and men back to his haven, he did not say a word to his people. Up the rocky base of the waterfall the man lived off of, there was a easy path to a large protruding rock. It would provide enough space to keep everybody safe in case of a flood, but not everybody dry. The people climbed up the rock as the man did, with hopes that there would be shelter. As each villager reached the landing their eyes grew wide as they saw many entrances to caves, their leader had provided them with safety.
After the man lead his people to safety he took off before anybody had the chance to thank him. He walked deep into a cave until the light could no longer be seen, the man took a knee. As the man looked deep into the darkness he began transforming his breath into vibrations, the emitted sound caught the attention of which he was seeking. Two piercing eyes shot open and aimed directly at him, they glowed an orange yet there was nothing friendly that lay behind them. Mythra bowed his head and amplified the sound. The creatures eyes eased as it took steps towards the man slowly, mirroring the sound back in a more aggressive tone. Coming face to face, the two did not let up on the communication. Mythra began to back away, drawing the creature slowly into the light keeping the intimate distance between them. As the light met his face, instantly the tone dropped within the creature, becoming much more friendly. Suddenly the moment became clear, the sabertooth tiger emerged from complete darkness and bowed his head back at Mythra. The message was received, Deimos, guardian of Bastian took off through the cave and down the rocky base.
The day had all been a blur to Taya, she did not know where she was or how she got there. When the blind fold had been removed she immediately began to search for a way to escape. It was a temporary hut made for the specific purpose of travel. She did not know where Bastian and J’vonte’ were, but they must be fairly close by. Taya attempted to reach down to her boot to pull out her bone knife. Her wrists were bound, making it extremely difficult to maneuver in a way to reach the precious item. A tall elf with a sickly complexion removed the piece of clothe which covered the door.
“Escape is futile, you realize that, don’t you?” He said. His voice was airy and distant; the tone sent shivers down Taya’s spine. The crazed eyes analyzing her, every movement, every glance. Instead of fear, Taya felt enraged.
“How dare you” she hissed.
“My master will see you shortly” he replied turning his back to leave. In a fit of anger Taya bent over and grasp the concealed knife in her teeth lounging and slicing the elf’s neck. Not a sound was made, and Taya began to cut the rope that had her bound.
Three elves burst through the door grabbing and restraining Taya immediately tying her to the pole in the center of the hut and taking her knife. Taya struggled knocking one of the elves down, but alas, she found herself again captive.
“You cannot hold me” Taya whispered under her breath. She closed her eyes and envisioned her surroundings, attempting to use the skill that Bastian had taught her. She gasped for air, she couldn’t see, she could not save herself. Taya hung her head in defeat. She had failed Bastian, and J’vonte’; he was right about her, head strong and stubborn.
A tall elf with a solemn expression moved through the entrance of the hut, he was older than the other elves and had several scars to prove it. He shifted his gaze fairly erratically and moved as if his feet barely touched the ground. His face was pale and he looked as if he did not eat, or sleep for that matter. His eyes were a light grey and his hair was pure white reaching down past his shoulders.
“I saw you from afar, you showed great promise.” The elf’s voice was rough, yet quiet; a commanding tone which resonated through Taya’s body. Taya did not say a word, refusing to make eye contact with her captor.
“My name is Akeldama. I just wish for the strength to keep my people safe.” The elf glanced down to see the locket that was around Taya’s neck.
“That does not belong to you!” He said in a cold and icy tone; snatching the locket as he did. As soon as he had the precious piece of jewelry in his hand, the green gem glowed blue. With that, he rushed out of the hut in a panic. Taya was confused, she did not understand why he would think that her locket did not belong to her. She slumped down at the base of the pole, tears rolling down her face. The green light was the only way to summon Zenith, and without him, she was completely helpless.
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