Princess Of The Flame |Dota: Dragons Blood|

Part 16.

The Invoker lifted his hand once more and summoned a glowing quill.

"What are your symptoms?"

As expressionless as he is, he does seem to show interest.

"Well...I used to be quite sore and nauseous, but I am fine now."

The quill etched symbols into the air. Magic certainly was a mystery.

"Hallucinations?"

I shook my head, the quill writing more symbols.

"Although...I did experience strange dreams just before he took his place."

"Explain."

"In one of them, I was in a starry void. A white mist approached and spoke to me. Her voice was kind, gentle, nurturing."

The Invoker wrote it down.

"The second was filled with screams and terror. But recent events have lead me to see it was no dream, but a memory..."

The man stood silent.

"Invoker, let me ask you...do you believe in Demons?"

He nods.

"Then I suppose you would believe if I told you a demon had stolen me away from my father in attempt to murder me."

He narrowed his eyes.

"He calls himself Terrorblade, he can take the form of a green mist and is quite powerful. He struck Uldorak down with I as a witness, even fought the Demon hiding in a man's flesh."

His quill and the symbols vanished, putting his arms at his side.

"You are brave, but facing a demon alone is quite stupid."

I balled my fists with a growl.

"He took the only friend I could trust away from me! I understand fighting was a last resort, but I craved-"

"Justice?"

I looked to the Invoker, slowly nodding.

"You certainly are much like your father Hernos."

By the Gods, this man seems to know almost if not everything.

In Selemenes story it was said he was the Devil of the Moon, pure evil. Devils know many things, but they also attempt to lead you down the path of destruction. The Invoker certainly had the powers of a Devil, but certainly not the behavior. He seemed...neutral. Curious even.

"Do...you also know of my mother?" I ask.

He nods.

"What do you know about her?"

"Her name was Hermione. A beautiful woman, a kindness and compassionate soul. She loved you once she discovered she was expecting with you. So much so that she would rather die in order for you to live."

I felt the tears begin to swell.

"So you know she passed during my birth..."

He nods.

"I truly am sorry you never met her, but she smiles down upon you from the heavens."

I would wipe the tears away and go to speak again only to hear a pair of footsteps from behind. I turn my head to see Fymryn walking in abd she would be wearing the same new attire as me. Without thinking, I walked over to the Elf and gave her a tight hug.

"Fymryn, I'm so glad you're alright..."

"You 2 are free to roam the grounds, we shall talk later."

The Invoker vanished in a puff of grey smoke, an ability similar to Fymryns. Interesting, I thought. Perhaps he knows why Fymryn can do the same. But that was irrelevant right now. I pulled away from her. The Elf's bright blue eyes were full of curiosity and sorrow. The events of last night surely had affected her terribly.