Soul Master

24. Asha

I watched as she left the house with Penteluck, the force of some invisible weight bared down on me and I looked across the see both Zayne and Blitzen both feeling the same pressure as me. Penteluck, that bastard. I had to give him more credit. He acted like such a free hearted and kind spirit I guess I never really took him to have such phenomenal power.

From across the room Blitzen seemed to have regained some sort of control over the spell placed by Penteluck, unlike me and Zayne he had not been forced to his knees for long before being able to push through and seemingly shake off the pressure. He glared down at me, tidying the collar to his black trench coat, and clicking his neck.

From inside the invisible boxes we were each placed in, the only sound would be that of our breathing. I tried to move, Blitzen had made it look so easy after the initial shock of having the weight bound on him. But as I struggled, my legs wobbling like a new born calf trying to walk, I was forced back to my knees.

Zayne, had already give up trying, and remained sitting looking pissed off and stressed, her eyes bounced between me and Blitzen, if looks could kill she would have murdered us both.

I closed my eyes, processing all that had happened in the short time of returning home. Amèlie had seen me pin her mother with claws bared, she had looked at me with absolute despair, as though the world had fallen around her. Then he showed up, I lifted my gaze to Blitzen, and her mask returned.

It can't be true. I repeated over and over.

I shook my head and wiped the sweat forming at my brow.

How had it come to be that Amèlie had chosen to form a relationship with him.

My claws began to form at the thought of it. I took a deep breath, Blitzen now watching me with intensity, smiled darkly. As though he could read my thoughts, he probably could, the creepy fucker. Let him hear that.

What had Penteluck wanted to speak to her in private for?

He hadn't seemed particularly impressed by her announcement either. What was he going to do, hopefully he would talk sense into her.

I pulled my knees up and rested my head on them, trying to make sense of it all. The image of Amèlie closing her eyes after momentarily gazing down at me with such devotion, flitted through my mind.

My chest contracted, as though a boa had coiled around me.

I was sure she was going to kiss me, the way she had held me, the look she had given. I swept my eyes to Blitzen then squeezing them shut, turned my head away.

This strange spell was torture.

It left you in some box filled with nothing but your thoughts, I ran my hand over my wounds, taking a little time to heal them, the deeper lacerations not fully disappearing but still scabbing over. My eyes began to feel heavy from my draining energy, and just as I was beginning to feel sleep take me. A sound of scratching roused me.

I looked down at one of the green frog like creatures from earlier, it seemed to be in the process of pulling its friend on the ground, as though they had entered the box I was trapped in by some mouse hole and he had got stuck half way through.

I frowned.

Then they both flew back as his body finally squeezed through and went flying into his friend who had been pulling his arms.

'Ahh!' The first one yelled. 'See this is what happens when you eat too many daffodils before a task Mimu!'

The one who had been stuck slapped the first and replied. 'You should have made a bigger hole Rimu!'