Broken Wings [Completed!]

Chapter 31

Flicking off the blood from her blade, Evira squinted at the gold altar before her, watching the blood stain the walls of the church and send in a wind of disdain. It seemed to steal the light like a hungry beast, until the insides of itself shimmered and glowed, blasting rays across the whole building.

"We need to call in the dragon riders," Haku finally broke the silence, voice tight. "Queen Hermyne will be planning to awaken the god tomorrow."

Euodias nodded in understanding. "So, is Queen Hermyne like a witch?"

Haku raised an eyebrow whilst Evira snorted. "If you mean old and wrinkly, no. She's just like an evil faerie."

Rayne released a shaky breath, staring at the floor. "And the werewolves - they'll be here tomorrow, too," he swallowed. "Working with the faeries."

Haku creaked open the church doors, letting the sunlight flit inside, inoculating the horrors that had just occurred, the blood on the delicate skin of the church, Sebastian's head lolling to the side on the floor. "We will be outnumbered tomorrow," Haku strained. "Our dragon forces are small - and we'll be up again the rest of the faeries, as well as those from the fire court."

Wrinkling her nose in disgust, Evira picked up Sebastian's head by the hair and chucked it outside, then his body. They flew in the air like puppets, limbs weak, sloppy as they bent in the air by the smallest caress of the winds.

"We have vampires on our side," Evira reminded him. "We have their alliance."

Haku held her gaze, and Rayne could have sworn it soften slightly. "Then we must make sure the vampires make use of the dark."

Vampires were enemies of the sunlight - they were everything light was not. Vicious, cold, unrelenting evil. And when the sunlight scoured over the world and caught sight of them, the Vampires would be burnt to bits, ignited from the insides.

Evira wiped out the image from her mind. She continued out of the door. "And what about the innocents? The people?"

"I can deal with that," came Haku's reply. There was no hesitation in his voice, no fear.

"Wouldn't that exhaust too much of your power? Protecting each and every citizen?" Euodias' voice wavered. Even she knew about the limits of faeries, how their magic were just like a string - tighten them too much, and it will snap.

A muscle ticked in his jaw. "For so long," he drawled, slowing down in his steps, "I have harmed my people. I have ruined the city my father has gifted to me. This time, I will fight with everything I have." He looked over his shoulder, gaze never leaving Evira's and teeming with resolve, grit. "Because I am the Prince of Faerie."

And by the way his voice rang through the empty street, Evira didn't doubt him one bit. Instead, she shivered at the thought of Haku finally unleashing all his power on the lands of Faerie, to protect the city he had fought for so long.

Their footsteps neared the steps towards the River Thames. The pathway back home. The blood dripped from Evira's fingers, staining the dark grey of the river with a metallic smell, so strong as it washed through the whole expanse and covered the stench of the river with a blanket of ruthlessness.

But someone else was already there, his foot tapping impatiently against the cobbled stone. "What took you so long? I look like a weirdo out here."

"I thought you liked having your photo taken," Evira replied smoothly with a chuckle.

Cas rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at his lips. "So who are those behind you? Do I get the pleasure of killing them?"

Rayne paled at his words, but his face tightened, on high alert. A claw appeared from his knuckles - there and gone, so quick it would have looked like a trick of the light. But Castor was a dragon rider, one of the best warriors in the water court.