The Commander Trilogy #1 Shadow and Gold

Chapter Six

She was no longer tired - no longer concerned about Alias as she turned the corner, her body vanishing into the contents of the room. She quietly brushed her fingertips along the soft, wood of the door, carefully stepping inside, as she heard Valdin's steps behind her, then the door shut, purposely bringing death closer to her now, just in her grasp. Her breath seemed to cool, when she spotted him, that sweet chocolate gaze of a man, locking eyes on her, visually embracing her, welcoming her with open arms, from across the room. ''All right,'' she whispered more to herself than anyone else, as she nodded, searching the room for reassurance again, only when Valdin walked up next to her, extending his elbow out to her, as he lead her into the center, the other, roaming, searching, eyes staring at her, as anxiety surfaced to her chest. The unknown man's step was light as he crossed the room, same as she did, and gently lifted her wrists into the air, just a few inches, as he inspected the bruises, from the attack that brought her there. Then his gaze shifted to the right, staring at a young man with bleach, blonde hair. and light colored eyes. Before Faith could object to what ever was going on, the blonde young man approached her, slowly, hands drawn to his chest, as he nodded a cool, comforting nod towards her. She wasn't sure what she was agreeing to, but slowly as the warmth of her blood regained motion, and the fear, slowly vanished, she was surprised when the contents of the room around her, pulsed and glowed.

The glow was beautiful, almost as enchanting as the emerald gems she'd seen shimmering across the contents of the bath water. Her eyes watched every second of the beautiful sight, silver and gold, drizzles and drops of stars, surrounded her, almost like they were little orbs of gold and silver, dancing across her damp, skin. The towel fell from her body, falling to the ground below her feet, but the gold and silver light only replaced it.

Her underwear, and jeans, Cardin's hunter jacket, and her silver weapons belt, all returned at the same time, it was as if the blanket of gold and silver sparkles had never truly been there, like she'd come to this room, clothed, with straight, designed and braided waves of lavender scented hair, and the smell of roses just centered along her tongue, when she took in the surrounding air, in breaths. She quickly opened her eyes, her eyelashes tingled, but twinkled as if there was glitter covering them. Carefully she wiped small amounts of sweat from her forehead, taking in a deep breath, as she turned to look past herself, eager to take in the desire of Valdin's, gental, eyes. ''What was that?'' She meant for him to answer, but his voice was silent. Forcing her to turn back to the front, she saw the man's stare still on her. ''That was enchanted magics. Our friend. Angel over there, studies enchanted magic, as you just witnessed he's pretty much a natural.'' The young boy, Angel nodded at her for a second time, as he folded his hands behind his back, returning to his previous spot, to her right. A few seconds passed, and the light of gold and silver vanished from the air, as Faith's gaze drowned at the sight of Valdin. He was on the left of her now, hands folded behind his back just like Angel, but his expression was narrow, shadow like, like he was concerned about something.

''What are you?'' She whispered at him. The palm of her hand hiding the left side of her face, as her voice escaped detection.

''Be quite,'' he hissed, his teeth baring into a thin line, that made his jaw pop. She was annoyed at him, for she feared what was going to happen would lead to unhappiness or disappointment. She was confused and a little annoyed, for she desired a growing concern for her questions to be answered. A few minuets later, an old - looking man dressed head to toe in dark shades of armor, came into the room But Faith could see he wasn't walking in, alone. His hands were twisted, wrapped around the bound hands of a young man. Faith's eyes sharpened at the sight of a aqua, blue, stone, staring at her, from his forehead. This young man was a Arrow. Faith's eyes widened at the sight of two, well placed, perfectly shaped arrows sticking out from his back, they looked to be stuck, rather tight, and seemed to be causing him huge amounts of pain. She could make out small amounts of crimson, as they washed into the bottom metal of both the arrows.The young Arrow grimaced, as if the sight of Faith herself, was enough to scare him, more than the thought of death from the arrows.