The land of the Gods (Complete)

Chapter 8 - Edan

Edan was thrilled. Their meeting had gone even better than expected.

His new, dear friend Thaleara had agreed to get his ring back, and he was going to help. At first, he'd been slightly annoyed that she'd sold the ring, but as soon as the man in the underground pub had said it had been sold to the king, of all people, Edan had grown excited.

This was why he had come to Glenhem. For the thrill, the excitement, the illegal activity. This original tracking down of Thaleara and their small encounter was suddenly not as thrilling as it had been at the start of the day. He wanted in on what he could only assume to be the biggest, most complex and dangerous heist in history. There was no way he was missing out on it.

Who knows, maybe more of his gifts could come in handy.

It wasn't only witnessing magic that Edan was gifted in, oh no, he'd mastered the elements, enchanting and even telekinesis. He was anything but a liability. He scowled at the memory of being called one.

For a week after their meeting, Edan hadn't been contacted at all. He'd stayed in his apartment for five days - after Thaleara had returned the key, of course - not leaving due to fear that someone would come and he wouldn't be there. He shouldn't have worried, because it wasn't until Friday a week after that there was finally a knock on the window.

Edan had been on his lounge, sitting and staring at the bowl of grapes on the coffee table when he heard it. He'd honestly never moved faster.

He lurched from his seat, bringing in the electricity around him to his hand, and pushed the wind to the curtains, pulling them apart. His steps hurried around the chairs in the space, and reaching the window, he pulled it open without even considering who would be there.

A mistake he wouldn't make again.

A small, nimble girl slipped in through the open window, and Edan shuffled back to make room for her. She had no weapons out, although he did glimpse two daggers stuck to her calf. She was in all black in a tight suit, with a cowl that covered her entire face, save for her eyes.

Her eyes were a dark hazel, not green.

"You're not Thaleara," Edan said stupidly. He had been expecting Thaleara, not this random... ninja.

The girl arched a golden eyebrow, and brought a hand up to the cowl, pulling down the mouth and taking off the entire thing. Her hair fell from the cowl as she took it off, in long copper waves. Everything about her was familiar, the face shape, the eyes, even the hair-

"Declyn?" Edan exclaimed.

The girl scowled at him, stuffing the cowl into a ball and shoving it into a pouch on her back.

Edan continued, his eyes still deceiving him, "Wow, the likeness is almost uncanny-"

"I'm not Declyn," the girl cut in, still scowling at Edan, obviously insulted. Her quiet voice was harsh and firm.

Edan put his hands up, surrendering. "Right, sorry."

The girl cleared her throat, shaking her head and straightened her back as though redeeming herself from the outburst.

"Thaleara sent me."

It was Edan's turn to stand up straighter.

"She wants to know your clothes size."

Edan felt his mouth twist into a smirk, and he flopped backward onto his lounge, pulling his arms up on the back ledge. "Oh?" he quirked a brow.

"It's for the palace job."