A Raven's Choice (Book 2)

Chapter 13: Agrigial's Escape (WARNING: VIOLENCE/FAMILY ISSUES)

Agrigial's Point Of View:

Marie and I called Swienin. He was a wonderfully broken and murderous version of what you call a father. It took about two dials before Swienin answered, but not in the regular way. Marie and I looked at each other as we heard a knocking sound at the door. She perked up. "It must be your father." Once she opened the door, a single soul entered. It was about three feet long, a slender and red colored soul. It had little black eyes. It was no doubt a messenger soul and not his actual body. Marie responded, "Swienin, thank you for answering us." The soul looked up at her and then at me. His voice could move a thousand soldiers, as it was dark and demanding. "Agrigial." I tried to keep from flinching. "You called, after all these years." Marie looked at me. "Don't be like that dear, say something." I took a breath. "Do you know the predicament that we are in?" He paused and looked at Marie. "I have been getting reports, yes." He looked back at me. "What made you actually call me? Was it the war itself? Or, are you finally interesting in learning your powers?" I hesitated, as looking at him always intimidated me. "I need to be in this war or everyone will die." Marie looked at me in worry. Although she wasn't my birth mother, she seemed to have some care for me. Swienin chuckled deeply. "When did you start caring if people died? Don't you know the price of being the reaper of souls?" I tapped my collar. "I am well aware. As you can see, I made a collar and a prison." He chuckled deeply. "You've been wasting such great power all of this time?" He paused and looked at Marie. "Leave us. Where we are going, no living person can follow." Marie nodded. "Very well, Dear." She proceeded to exit the room as Swienen's messenger soul stared into my eyes. "You will now know the full extent of your reaper ability. I suggest you breathe." Within seconds, I felt a large pressure upon my body. My body hit the ground, with my collar being pulled from my neck. I struggled to breathe as my father laughed. "You know what to do." Against all logic, I did the unspeakable. I placed my hands upon my collar and removed it.

Agrigial's Point Of View:

Once my collar hit the floor, the pressure left my neck. I stood, staring down at the collar in fear. I looked back up at Swienin and that's when I heard the voices. Swienin smiled. "Do you hear them? The founders?" I held my head with my hands as I heard the voices grow louder. A female voice was speaking, "HOW LONG DO YOU INTEND TO KEEP US HERE?" A male also butted in, "Can't you hear our cries?" Another female responded, "Pain." I fell to my knees in pain and Swienin addressed me, "You hold three within you. You failed to hear or sense them with your collar on. It also hid your eye color from changing, due to their presence." He lifted up a mirror from my dresser. I saw my light blue eyes change into purple, indicating that he spoke the truth. "How do I shut them up?" He smirked and laid down the mirror. "We go inside your head." Confused, I looked up at him. "What?" Before he could respond, I felt my head throb as I fell to the ground in pain. Three founders would be an issue to handle. Swienin held my hand with his weird messenger soul body. "Innen." Immediately, our souls disappeared from the current physical reality. We entered a dark space, which was clearly my head. I looked at Swienin. "The three founders will now appear." We looked up and saw three individuals approach us from within my mind. One was a male, about 5' 8" tall, and looked around age forty. He had long dark blue hair and light silver eyes. His clan cape had a single blue stripe. "I am Founder Felgore." I looked to the woman to his left. She stood at 6' 3" tall and appeared about age sixty. She had short gray hair and gray eyes. "I am Founder Cara." I looked at her clan cape, indicating that she was a Craven with her single red stripe. I looked to the right of Felgore and saw another woman. She was about twenty years old and stood at 4" 3' tall. She had long orange hair and brown eyes. On her mouth, was a long bird-like mask. Surprisingly, she spoke in our language. Although, it was broken. "Uten, Querra." Her long cape had a single peach stripe. After their introductions, Swienin turned to me. "Now that you have met the founders you host, you will learn how to control them."