Resurrection

Chapter Four - Arielle.

We materialised in a highrise apartment, high above New York City, the clouds were above us, but so close i feel like i could probably touch them. The lounge of this place was huge, and open plan right into the kitchen and dining room. It was just one huge space. The colour scheme was of course, black and red, but i thought it was beauitful.  The elevator door was to my left on the far end of the lounge, Level 66. Clearly. A black suede sofa sat in the middle of the living room, a red coffee table in front. Suede wasn't ideal when you had a dog. Hound was still sat in my palm, I'd pulled him close to me, and was stroking him like some sort of super villian. I sat down, plonking my feet onto the coffee table, my black doc martens making a thud as they hit the wood.

I was still shocked with myself, that i'd chosen to go with Luca so easily, but there was something about him that i trusted. I don't know if i trusted him with my life, but i definitley trusted him to tell me the truth about what I am. Maybe, thats why they didn't want him released from the underworld, because he was willing to give me the truth.

"So. You've got me here now Luca, what do you have to tell me?" I ask. Luca was leant against the kitchen side, arms folded. He looked at me, curious. Like i was just a ticking time bomb that could detonate and destroy him at any moment. I quite liked the idea that i made him feel so vulerable. Destroyable. Even though he wasn't.

"Not gonna lie Arielle, I wasn't banking on you coming here so easily. I've asked my guys to look into this, situation, but they haven't come back to me yet. I thought i could plant a seed into your mind of me knowing I had the truth for you, and that you'd come to me over time. Yet here you are." His explantion made me feel conflicted. Angry that he didn't have the answers he promised, but greatful he was working on it. And again, I liked that i was so unpredictable to him.

"Here I am. And yet again, im in the dark. I don't know why I came here in all honesty. Pretty stupid if you ask me. But, stupidity and rash decisions is my finest quality. It's done me good over the years."

"Hmm. How very, un Valkryie of you. Isn't your kind supposed to think rationally and make the best decision based upon the information they have? That, i dare say, is their best quality." He speaks the truth. Valkyrie are supposed to be rational thinkers, but over the years my rash decisions have always sent me on the right path.

"I've never had Valkyrie traits. I've always been rash, quick thinking on my feet without a plan. Just like I have dark coloured hair and dont like womens things. I'm not like the rest of them, and I don't know why. But i think its only fair that I do know why. Its my life afterall."

"Free will sweet Arielle, isn't that what we all want? They took that choice from you when they kept the truth from you. I can't tell you what you are just yet Arielle, but I do know that are aren't one of them. Otherwise Hound wouldn't of bonded with you."

I'd forgotten about that. The fact that I could hear this little pooch inside my head. Hound was sat in my lap, looking up at me, and for the first time, I wondered what he really looked like.

Show me what you really are Hound. I ask him through out telepathy. He jumps down to the ground, and trots over to some space in the lounge that doesn't have any furniture. His tiny black body begins to shimmer into a purple puff of magic, the shilouette of him growing bigger and bigger behind the magic, until it stops. Luca makes his way over, standing at the side of the sofa where i am. I suspect hed worried that I might react strangely.

When the magic settles, a 6foot tall being stands before me, on two feet. His skin is porcelain white, thick like leather, scaly like a snake. His hair is down to his hips, the colour a shocking colour of silver, almost like water flowing down his body. His face has the features of a dragon, long snout, teeth sticking out the sides through no fault of his own. Purple eyes stare at me, his human like hands holding eachother in a worried knot.