A Raven's Choice (Book 2)

Chapter 11: The Racheon Clan

Sandra's Point Of View:

Darey and I were walking back to check out the Craven Clan when my brown bunny communicator went off. I grabbed it from around my arm and answered. "Hello?" Commander Emerald's voice responded, "Is this Sandra? I got your communicator ID from Pete. I hope this is the right number, at least." I chuckled. "Yes, Commander, this is Sandra. What is it? We merely separated moments ago." Commander Emerald cleared her throat as Darey looked questioningly at the device. "I just ended communications with Commander Aaron. He has let me know of an upcoming war in two months, on the night of the blue moon. He has told me that he plans on poisoning Oanin in order to help him into the Craven Clan. We will need his help in the war and he thinks this is the way to get it." Confused, my eyebrow raised. "Didn't Queen Cynthia banish him? Wouldn't she be an obstacle in this plan?" Commander Emerald responded, "That is precisely why Commander Aaron told me to let you know our plan. Once you find out more, please inform us so we know our next move." I sighed. "Very well, Commander. I will let you know more as soon as I know what is going on." She responded, "Thank you, Sandra. We will expecting to hear from you soon." With that, we hung up. Darey was staring at me in shock. I couldn't afford the same luxury. I couldn't freak out. If a war was coming, I needed to be one of the few sane ones. "Darey, breathe and follow me. We will find out what's going on, even if I need to slap some sense into Queen Cynthia myself." Darey raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't think a tiny thing like yourself would want to fight with royalty." I chuckled, "Trust me, kid. Won't be the first time it's happened." I started walking, with Darey rushing to catch up. "You claim to know a lot about the Craven Clan, but you wear a Grosen Clan cape. What exactly is your story?" His tone seemed to be aggressive. I looked into his eyes, clearly annoyed. "I kept quiet when you wanted to be smug with your own clan, would you like me to say something?" Our eyes penetrated each others. He wasn't used to being challenged, that much I could tell. He looked away. "Not really." I nodded. "In that case, we keep things professional, kid. I won't ask about your life, if you don't ask about mine." Darey flashed a toothed smile. "Deal."

Sandra's Point Of View:

We walked for many miles until we saw the main Craven Clan camp. The light was shimmering on us from their tower, as the guards were alerted to our presence. A few guards rushed outside. One in particular, remembered who I served. She was a teenager, about age fourteen, and 5' 7" tall. She had long curly gray hair with brown eyes and freckles all along her body. "Miss Sandra! Welcome back!" As soon as the other guards heard my name, they relieved their defensive positions and just stood. I remember seeing her a few times when I was imprisoned, serving Cynthia. She would speak to Cynthia in private, so I was surprised she even knew who I was. "I am she. May I ask whom you are, little one?" She puffed up her checks and put her hands on her hips. She was utterly adorable and reminded me of my Lucy. "Miss Sandra! It's me, Gi! Givana, the main messenger of the late Queen Cynthia?" Immediately, my alarm bells went off. Darey looked aggravated at this news, but stayed back as the soldiers looked at him. "Did you say, late? What did I miss?" Givana sighed. "King Barchur came when I was away on a mission. The soldiers filled me in on it. He came, carrying her body, and buried her himself. Basically, we have a new enemy named John. He is able to manipulate and control people and he got his little nasty paws on King Barchur himself. I am unclear as to why he regained power for that period of time, but he was able to explain that before taking off." My brain was still going haywire. King Barchur was back? Since when? Also, who the heck is this John? Determined, I turned to Darey, "Inform your King what is going on immediately. I will let Commander Emerald know as well. This is not good at all." Darey, in a panic, got his communicator out and started dialing. I turned back to Givanna as I dialed Commander Emerald. Once she answered, I said, "We have a problem."

Raven's Point Of View:

Tears streamed down my face as I told Rater about Carter. He seemed to be real worried as he responded, "What did he do?" I shook my head and wiped my tears as Darth came over to hug me. "It's okay, Raven. Rater explained everything to me. I understand, and we and both willing to help with whatever it is." Tears streamed down even more as we stayed like that for a good minute or two. Eventually, we separated and my tears were wiped completely. I cleared my throat."Carter told me to meet him at Trinity's River. Racon is too injured to move, thus, he told me to take you with me." Rater frowned and crossed his arms, clearly being protective. "And why does Carter wish to meet with you? Especially after everything he did?" I shook my head. "He claimed to be looking for Rayenlie and the rest of the nullifying casters. He said we need them for the war." Darth firmly nodded her head. "I would have to agree with Carter on this one." Rater raised an eyebrow as the King responded, "I would have to second that. Every willing and able body will be needed." Rater sighed at this. "Fine, but we take Darth. Otherwise, I might kill him." Darth chuckled as I put my hands on my hips. "If we take Darth, who will be here to look after Racon, silly?" Darth firmly nodded. "That is a very good question." Rater rolled his eyes as the King interjected, "I will look after Racon myself until Luciano is able to come back." I lit up immediately and smiled. "Thank you, King-?" I paused, as I realized I didn't know him myself. He smiled. "Gorgon." I nodded. "Ah, yes. Thank you, King Gorgon. We will have to repay you someday." He awkwardly smiled. "Repay me by living through this war, kiddo." I laughed. "Don't we all need to though?" With that, I grabbed Darth and Rater's arms and walked out of the throne room. Once outside, I unlocked my hands from their arms. "Darth, this location is between the Craven Clan and the Outlander Clan. I doubt we will need protection. We have Rater with us , after all." Rater sadly smiled. "No need to remind me of my lineage, Raven." I scoffed as Darth chuckled. "We won't need to be cloaked, but we best travel light. We'll need to hurry on, so we don't keep him waiting." I nodded. "Agreed. Shall we go?" Rater sighed. "Let's get this over with." Darth smiled and slapped her hand upon his shoulder. "Cheer up, kid. I'll protect you from the mean Carter." With that, Darth and I chuckled as Rater frowned. "Okay, guys. Keep laughing and see what happens when I'm right." He gently removed Darth's hand and started walking. Darth and I looked at each other with a smile. "Shall we?" We enter-locked our arms and started to follow Rater to our destination.