Behind the Trigger

~Chapter Five: The First Move~

~Ash's POV~

"Good morning, sleepyhead," I called over my shoulder as I sensed Morta enter the lounge.

"Oh, shut it," she snaps back.

"What's got you so angry?" I question worriedly.

I look over to her and I spot her in her pajamas from last night. Sweatpants, a tank-top, and fuzzy socks. Her hair is in a messy side braid reaching her waist, probably done last night.

"Sorry, I'm just frazzled I guess. That spell last night really messed me up on my sleeping schedule," she apologizes as she goes over to the counter to grab a cup of coffee.

"No, it's okay. Come here," I beckon her over with my hand.

With her coffee mug in hand, she comes over to me and plops down on the sofa next to me. She sets the coffee mug on the glass table and snuggles into my side, sighing contently when I wrap my arm around her shoulders.

"So, what's up?" I start.

"I don't know. I had a dream, but that's about it," she drops.

"Was it a nightmare?" I ask concerned.

"No, but it almost felt like one. I was like I was being projected into a conversation," Morta corrects.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I question carefully.

"I think I have to. I dropped into Helios's conversation," she says.

"I swear if I have to deal with that brat of a prince talking back to me one more time," I trail off in my head with a string of swears I'd rather not repeat.

"You're going to run into him again and you know that," Morta chides me while moving to look me in the eyes.

"I know. Anyway, what did you observe in your dream?" I ask her.

"Well, I apparently saw a whole conversation between Helios, Andromeda, Celestial, and Vix. They were talking about the army and such, some plans and regular battle defenses thrown in there. So, pretty much a ton of information about their battle plans for what is going to happen at our next encounter," Morta lists off.

"What do you want to do about it?" I wondered aloud.

"I want to attack, but I don't know if everyone is ready yet," she confesses.

"We could attack, just the two of us. Frame it as a border breach and we could get away with it," I suggest.

"That could work, do you think we could go tonight?" Morta muses over the idea.

"Yeah, we could go tonight, we just have to inform everyone where we're going," I say as I stand.

I help Morta off the couch and we leave the room hand in hand. We walk down the hallways silently, just happy to be in each other's company. I led her to her room where she can get ready. Before I left, I planted a quick kiss on her lips as she closed the door. I walked over to my room which was down the hall aways and opened my door. Inside it was nice and neat, just as I left it.

I walked over to my chest at the foot of my bed where I kept all of my weapons. I pulled out my sword, the blade made of sharpened obsidian and the hilt wrapped in dark leather. The crossguard was decorated with smokey diamonds. I slid it into the scabbard on my waist, happy to have the comforting weight on my side. I laced up some black combat boots and slid in a black throwing knife in each. While I was buttoning my cloak Morta stepped through the door.

She was in her crimson cloak and had her ring that transforms into her staff on her left pinky finger. Her hood wasn't up just yet, so I could see the new shade of red she wore on her lips. I swear that girl finds a new color of red every day. She wore smokey eyeshadow, not that she needed it when her hood was up. I could see the silver vambraces she wor on missions, each holding an obsidian dagger.