Worthy Of Magic

Part 50 - Change is Coming...

The journey through the back alleys of Avalon was uninteresting and they travelled in relative silence until Freya decided to be chatty.

"Tracey," she said sagely. She felt the need to teach the naive girl some real truths. She sensed a lot of weakness in her. "This fate that has befallen the world is a gift."

Tracey stared at her as if she was an idiot.

"You're kidding," Tracey said her voice low and filled with ridicule. "It's hell."

"Not if you're strong," Freya replied. "If you're strong, its pure freedom."

Harry's perception of Freya shifted. "I agree." Moments when other human beings agreed with his point of views was rare. Non existent in fact.

Freya looked at him, her eyes sharp and acknowledging. "You might be an asshole but I know a predator when I see one." She laughed. "And met a lot who thought they were stronger than me," she added. She could see it in his eyes. Arrogance born from invincibility.

"So you think you're the top dog?" Harry's mind flickered to a cackling Bellatrix who probably thought the same.

"Do you?" she countered, teasingly.

"I created the Desert. I can safely say none of you can take down in a fight."

Freya's eyes widened with shock and she stopped in her tracks. She turned to Tracey with an incredulous look on her face. "Did you know?" she asked, disbelievingly.

"Yes."

"And you want to hang out with him?!" Freya was stunned. Was a girl this weak that stupid as well?

"I don't have a choice!" Tracey defended. "My alternative was being a slave to sadistic egomaniacal bitch with the desire to cut me into pieces.... slowly and make it so that i feel every slice like a hot poker through a lung! Or..."

Harry was impressed. Bellatrix had a creative mind.

Freya grimaced. Such were the woes of the weak and she wished the girl would learn. "Avalon is a beautiful place and it has it's dark side. There's no place on Earth that doesn't have one. Alright, I get it now. You don't have to worry anymore. I'll take you to safety."

She turned to Harry, her expressive passive now. The shadow of her hat cast mystery onto her eyes and her white hummed softly.

Harry couldn't help himself. He felt taken in by this woman. The way she dressed, her attitude, the way she was structured, everything about her radiated confidence. And through that confidence she had summoned a power he could not understand. What had she done to get it that he hadn't? The thought annoyed him.

"You still think you can take me know it was my power that broke this world?"

May be if she used it, he'd understand. Should I provoke her? He wondered.

"Anyone can break the world," she retorted softly. "It's the ones who rebuild it, better and stronger; they are the ones with real strength."

"So not you then," Harry replied coolly. She was just a traveller. A decent hearted one.

Freya laughed. "No, not me. I just think Desert is refreshing. It's just what humanity needs."

Tracey felt irritation. "Why do you keep saying that! And don't give me that if you're strong bullshit. Accepting the weak instead of rejecting them is real strength and you know it. You are strong, I can feel it. But you're fucking insane if you think the Desert is a good thing!"

Harry waited with baited breath. A positive opinion on the desert was something that excited him tremendously. He wanted to know. He wanted to know what thought his creation had given birth to in the mind of another strong enough to survive it with relative ease.