The Dark Edge Chronicles - Clan War

The Impossible Made Real

Fiadh looked sideways at the powerful looking woman striding beside her, her movement giving the lilith werewolf vibes. Yet, beautiful and graceful, she was no werewolf, no jagged scent or uncontrolled power to mark her as lycanthromorphic. Nor did she seem to be a psionic, with their telltale auras of power and energy.

Yet, in this space of curving walls, hidden lighting, and unseen power sources throbbing beneath her feet, where else would they be but in a psionic's lair?

A look to her other side found Lash floating at waist height, two more of the beautiful yet undeniably powerful women escorting him, one a side. Fiadh let her eyes carefully examine him as best she could. And found him as unconscious and unaware as he had been in the infirmary back on the Qos Viran base.

Then they were swinging around a corner into a spherical space, bisected by a floating platform on which a number of extremely advanced medical structures had been assembled. And in the heart of them stood a powerful-looking man. In fact, if she didn't know Lash was floating beside her, Fiadh would've mistaken this fellow for him, just a bit more fair in complexion.

"Mistress Fiadh," the man said, turning towards her as the three women brought her and Lash into the midst of the medical equipment, his voice revealing that it was he who had spoken into her mind.

"Welcome to my little hidey hole. My name is Mordecai." And he stuck out his hand human style in greeting.

Cautiously taking it, she looked back up into Mordecai's handsome face as she felt him give it a firm shake before letting go.

"How is it that I'm not feeling the effects of your psionic energies, Mordecai?" she asked in English with just a hint of an Irish lilt, the language Mordecai had chosen to speak in. She looked at the women then back at him.

"You are all psionics, are you not? How else would I have been able to travel thousands of kilometers in an instant to this place?"

"No, you are quite right," Mordecai said with a smile, a gesture directing the two women escorting the floating vampire to move forward and put him onto an angled platform. "We are indeed psionics. But, as Lash may have explained, our fight together against the Brotherhood in North America injured me. An injury I could not repair without inverting, or changing the polarity of my psionic cortex. And the energies now generated by my inverted cortex have no ill effect on your sensitive vampire nervous systems," he explained.

Watching the two women secure Lash onto the angled platform without moving their hands, Fiadh found herself nodding. Not because she completely understood Mordecai's explanation. But she did know what 'no ill effect' meant.

"This is the bridge that Lash mentioned," she said mostly to herself. "The event that we could use to ally our peoples together!"

Overhearing her, Mordecai nodded.

"Or, the start of it, at least," he said, bringing Fiadh's attention back to the handsome psionic. "But it needs a champion within each of the races of the Dark Edge. I would like to think I'm championing the idea of an alliance for my people. Bronwyn Locke, the werewolf elder, is championing it for her people. And Lash will champion it for the vampires."

"Which is why he needs to survive," Fiadh said, eyes widening as realization washed through her. Mordecai smiled.

"Precisely," he confirmed before frowning. "Now, if we can figure out who these White Flames are, and what part they're playing, that'd be nice. And somehow convince your people to stop being so damn hard on their champion!"

And with that, Mordecai turned to the platform. She didn't see him activate any technology or make a movement, so Fiadh gave a start when a holographic image of Lash appeared floating above his body.