Blood of Water and Light

𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟: 𝕊𝕒𝕞

I wondered what Abigail might be doing as we started off. Though kissing Cyra had not left my mind either. Cyra was a quiet, but that did not make her weak. She had survived a great deal according to her brothers stories. And she did it alone. Abigail was all loud mouth and strength. She didn't seem to hide much.

Cyra kept her hand at her waist where she held a six inch knife. I felt a little better seeing her with a weapon. Even if she did not know exactly how to use the thing. It was a chance for her to use it if the need came. 

"What do they say I am?" she asked Achelios.

He looked back at her with a look that seemed unlike him. He was all sharpness, but this look was almost soft. It was dull like water on the surface of a pond. I did not trust this man with anything. 

"They think you are the thing that brought you here certain people have powers  they call them Grandrea and being that you can harness energies from anywhere makes it possible to cross worlds with a lot of practice to at least they think" he said.

"What?" she asked her eyes unreadable.

"They can summon anything with a wave of their hands depending on the type of course" he replied his eyes wavering from hers.

"I am not, I am human I was even born in the other world" she said in disbelief.

"That might be true but they believe you are and with that it's said you will save us or bring certain doom, though that's from people two hundred years ago" he said now looking outside.

She went silent and looked away while my own thoughts went wild. Cyra being a powerful being was not possible. She'd just been Cyra forever how could she end up being at the frontlines of whatever this was. 

"Why do they need her?" I asked.

"The royals of Naigla have been interested in darker abilities that have changed normal creatures into dangerous shadow people animals you name it they tried to alter it and the worry is they will take over the kingdoms" he said. 

I caught Achelios sneak a small glance at her and his face softened. It made him look even younger then he usually seemed. He couldn't be much older then Cyra or me. At the most he looked twenty, but sometimes lightings played with his angles.

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I busied myself in looking out the window as the other two had. Achelios kept watching us as though we might explode at him and he didn't want his suit ruined. That seemed to be the type of man he was. He cared for nothing except maybe his clothes. 

Cyra hadn't looked at any of us in the next hours. She was glued to the window lost inside her own mind. I wanted to pick at her walls and see what was wrong, but decided against it. 

"How much longer until we get there?" I asked breaking the silence after hours.

"At dusk we will arrive at the docks and small boat ride will take us to Genova" he said.

Cyra had turned to pay attention her face still unreadable. Her hands were shaking as they sat on her lap. She glanced at me giving me a small smile. She hid things as her brother said and she was doing it now.

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As Achelios said we arrived as the sky shifted towards darkness. The sun had made the sky turn into a rainbow of colored streaks. The three of us sat at a table munching on the last bits of food. The café we chose had huge windows watching the seas. The odd horses were being marched onto the main decks of a rather large boat.

The idea of trusting this man was still a far away feeling. I had no intentions opening my arms for him. I only trusted Cyra unless she was throwing us to follow the first guy who stuck his hand out. At the same time she was right, we had little choice in the whole matter of things. 

Achelios was now wearing a fedora style hat that matched his long coat. He'd given Cyra and I, a coat similar to wear. Here at the coast it was rather cold at this time.

When we all finished we walked to the same boat I'd seen the horses marched onto. It was a light brown with words painted on the side. They looked like English letters, but they did not spell a word I knew. Genivea. 

"Not so different is it?" I asked Cyra.

"One similarity out of how many dozen differences?" she asked.

"Well still" I said as we stepped up a ramp to the main deck.

Cyra nearly ran for the edge to look over. Any unease suddenly left her as she smiled a real smile.

"I love being on boats" she said as if she knew what I thought.

The sea breeze waved her snarled red hair. Her green eyes glued to the water below. Achelios joined us at the edge looking weary of the sea. 

"Do you think my brother will believe all this when we get back?" she said sounding unsure at the word when.

Achelios glanced at her mildly confused before he seemed to find more interest in the boat railing. 

"He might if we both tell him" I said returning the smile.

"I really hope he's okay and my mom" she said. 

"Me to, but they are tough they will get by" I said looking out as the water became darkness. 

Never once did her gaze falter as the shore shrank with distance. Perhaps she was made for the sea rather then land. Maybe she was made for here rather then where we came from. It was an idea I didn't want to consider. She still needed to make a portal back before any of us could go anywhere.