Covenant

Prologue Act III

It took a while for Caspian to shake off Arthur, but thankfully the crowd of the afternoon caused a traffic where it was easier to lose someone. He pants as he finds his way through the bustling crowds of both students and workers coming and going to their own businesses.

His encounter with the swordsman left him very much in shock. From being informed of a covenant his child self mindlessly formed, to the condition he needs to do for the one he made a promise too.

Caspian growled and gnashed his teeth. Thinking that Arthur must be mad, a person with many screws loose that it was enough for him to ask Caspian to kill him.

He, who's lost in his thoughts of fury and just walked where his pair of feet take him finds himself back near the alley of his apartment. As he turned to the corner, sadly remembering the cake he was forced to leave behind. It took him many custom orders to have enough saved up to order the black forest cake but all he had was a small taste.

Maybe he shouldn't always be in his mind because as soon as he took a few steps he hit a furred wall. To be precise it was another wolf man his eyes swollen and glowing bright red. Caspian rubs his forehead and looks up only to be greeted by the shifter's glaring eyes filled and the aura of sharp killing intent.

"Ha ha." He nervously laughed as he turned around and walked away.

His path was then blocked by three more shifters, causing Caspian to sweat bullets. He stopped in his tracks his one foot in the air and a stiff smile on his face. It was comical for anyone watching but he who is in the middle of such a tough crowd, it is very much a life or death situation.

He put his hands up in the air, signalling his surrender but the group of shifters only came closer with even more intense glares. If they could rip him apart with their stares nothing would've been left of his corpse.

"Gentle wolven men, shifters, maybe we could very much discuss this?" He asked shaking in his place, his voice slowly getting quieter with each word uttered.

"Where is the immortal?"

Caspian's eyebrow rose as he thought about the question. Immortals are a rare kind of people in their society who are often very close or have deep connections with divinity. They are practically myths who no ordinary folks could find so why would he, an ordinary warlock, have any knowledge regarding a location of one.

"Where is the immortal?"

Caspian shook his head to say that he doesn't know, still holding his hands up. The shifters are unfazed and only came closer. This time Caspian was brought to his knees, he held no concoctions in him at the moment, the spells he learned from his mother are only for basic household chores.

"Where is the-"

"I'm right here." A calm and familiar voice said.

The group of shifters shifted their attention to the source of the voice and saw the black kimono they were following for a few days. An impatient juvenile shifter couldn't contain his bloodlust and immediately ran to Arthur on all fours. His sharp claws were prepared to strike. Behind his the other three as well as the shifter whose face were previously smashed by a bottle followed.

Arthur wasn't afraid, he stood his ground and unsheathes his weapon from his left side. The young shifter was first to attack  his claws aiming for Arthur's neck.