The History Divided

Chapter 9:

(Jev's pov)

My vision was foggy and blurry. But soon after my eyes cleared up. Meredith and I were standing in a filthy ally. Rain drizzled from the grey skies above. Carefully, I stepped out of the ally. I grabbed Meredith's hand and helped her onto the pavement.

"Follow me," Meredith said, walking into the busy streets to London.

"The bokor moves from place to place. Just last week, he was in Swansea. Guess he's always on the run from the demons he deals with."

I didn't give a damn about this bokor's association with demons. I just needed an antidote for Kealiygh. And to figure this whole mess my father and her father got into. But first, the antidote

We crossed the streets, stopping carriages.

"He should be through here," Meredith said. I followed her through a beaded curtain that substituted for a doorway.

Inside, was unsual. Jars lined up shelves along the dark painted walls. A dark man walked towards us from the far end of the room. He put down the snake that he was holding.

"What brings you here?" He asked us.

"A friend of ours has been poisoned. Nothing we've used have worked. I believe my father said Westooun," I told the bokor. He nodded.

"Ah, yes. The poison from a Westooun is a powerful substance. Nothing in this plane can heal that. But you've come on a good day. I happen to have a vial of the antidote."

"What's it called?" Meredith asked. The bokor smiled.

"It's name is so complex, a mere human cannot pronounce it. Here," he said handing us the vial.

"To what we owe you?" I asked.

"In time, Jev. In time."

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I found it odd that he knew my name. But that was the least of my worries. I needed to get the vial to Kealiygh.

"We can't Portal through the same area. We could attract another Westooun, or something worse. We need to find another secluded area."

I pocketed the vial. The rain was coming down faster and harder.

My thoughts traveled back to Colin. Not only is the journal gone, my father is as well. He allowed us to escape, while he stayed behind.

I will never forget that.

"Through here," Meredith said. We were by an abandoned building. It wasn't very big, but big enough to Portal, I guess.

Meredith opened a Portal. We were gonna enter, when someone clapped behind us.

Michealson.

He smiled at our direction.

"Little Jev. I heard about your father. It's kind of tragic, really. But no worries," he took out a pistol, "come with me." He finished.

"Why? Why kill Gregory and have Kealiygh travel all the way to England? What's your plan?" I asked.

"Your thinking a little inside the box, mate. Join me. Your an abandoned basterd that needs someone to look after you. I can promise that."

"Jev, don't," Meredith hissed.

"How are the Mediocris involved with your plot to retrieve the journal?" I asked.

He smiled. "Everything," he said. "It's a war. A war that has been brewing for thousands of years. And Colin got too involved. As did Gregory. They've been studying a war that could divide everything. Including the humans."

He leveled the gun. "Either join me, or your against me. I have the power to do anything I want."

Before he could fire the gun, I pushed Meredith to the ground. I felt the bullet fly past us.

I got up and rammed myself into Michealson. We both skidded across the ground.

"You can't help her. She's destined to die."

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(Kealiygh's pov)

I was jolted awake by someone grabbing my ankles. I tried screaming, but my throat was dry and raw. I didn't have the energy to move; and if I did, it was painful.

So I let them take me.

Everything hurt.

The last thing I thought of was Jev.

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(Jev's pov)

I was going to hit him, when Meredith grabbed my wrist.

"We have to go," she said. I was hesitant. Then, slowly I got up. Michealson grinned.

"Kealiygh will be a great asset to our side of the war. The Confederacy. Has a nice ring, if I do say so myself."

Meredith's face was drained.

She new something. But we needed to get to Kealiygh.

Everything else could wait.

Michealson started to chant in Latin.

"What is he-" I started to say. His tattoo that was on his arm started to move. Then it came off his arm.

"An old trick a Mediocris taught me in Spain," Michealson stated.

His tattoo became a giant flying creature. And it flew in the portal.

"Go!" I yelled. Meredith and I ran inside the Portal.

And on the other side, it wasn't what I expected.

Because everything was on fire.