Asher the Survivor

Chapter Twenty One

Her mysterious blue eyes looked at Dylan’s Boltcat. ‘’I see you have a pet.’’ The way she was looking at Asher, was as if she would put him under her spell. ‘’Anyways what was your name witch?” … ‘’Felicity,’’ … ‘’And yours?-’’ Dylan and Asher introduced themselves. ‘’Are you and your Boltcat ready to party?”  Asher and Dylan followed her in an awkward silence.
‘’So when you get to the party, you have one rule.’’ She turned around to face them. Thunder reflected off her shiny boots. ‘’Just do whatever he says.’’ … ‘’Who is he?” Dylan asked, he looked down at Asher in alarm; yet they still followed her. ‘’Alright this is the place!’’ She led them to a cave; the terrain was rock instead of mountain. ‘’The party is in here.’’ Every instinct in Dylan told him to flee from her, yet while him and Asher were under her spell, they didn’t want too-

Red and orange flames radiated off the wall from burning torches. ‘’Watch this.’’  Felicity whispered something inaudible to one of the fiery torches, and in an instant the flame died, fading into a grey cloud of smoke.
‘’Very impressive.’’ Dylan praised. She led them down the hall, making it to the party. Much like at the sacred truce, everyone used logs for chairs. ‘’I have two new guests.’’ Felicity announced. Strangely everyone here was wearing sorcerer hoodies. Was Felicity the leader of something? Perhaps she was not only a witch, but also a Queen as well?
‘’Alright you two may eat.’’ She motioned Dylan and Asher both to sit on a log. Upon observing the place, both found it to be very strange; a chandelier hung from the very top of the cave, more torches hung from the walls, and scentless candles displayed all over the edges of the ground. Not to mention there was a raised part of the ground, like where someone who was the center of attention would stand; and surrounding that raised level of gravel, were many burning candles.
‘’Now eat.’’ Felicity demanded. On the gravel she dropped raw scraps of meat, derived from various animals. ‘’I’m not eating that.’’ Dylan recoiled. Asher began to happily eat the raw meat; it reminded him of blood cake, and that was what Boltcats ate when a victory was accomplished.
‘’Eat it.’’ She whispered.
Now all eyes were on him, he crossed his arms, feeling more uncomfortable then he ever has in his life. ‘’No!’’ He shouted. ‘’What kind of party is this?” He looked around at all the strange people.
‘’It is time for his arrival.’’ Felicity stared at the raised part of gravel, as if waiting for someone to arrive. Then the crowd began to chant, soft, almost inaudible whispers…

‘’Hail Beltros.’’

‘’Hail Beltros.’’

‘’Hail Beltros.’’

This was no party, it was a praise to Beltros himself;

And perhaps Asher’s prophecy of ‘’Beware of someone you think you know.’’ Has been revealed.