Origins of the Fates

7: Eris Morn

I am placed on the mission to the outer world, beyond the thick walls of the Ilyntalos. I am joined by a group of others who are all trapped by the power of Mercury and his dark magick, as well as his people who indeed work for him. I find myself standing in the loading bay, arms folded over my chest.

Jericho Barlow, the Reaper, joins me on the dock. He flicks his bone wings, the thin, black membrane between the bone spikes sparkling in the bright flourescent light. He smirks, tilting his head, his Z-shaped horns covered with a thin silken sheet of fabric. He studies me closely with his ebony eyes, which are a bit unsettling.

"You ready for this?"

"Well. What choice do I have?" I ask him.

"Huh. That's a bit grim."

I turn to him. "Did you know that they had taken Aires to the dungeons? That if I fail to do this mission for them, they will make me watch as they torture him?"

Jericho sighs. "I did not know. I am truly sorry, Eris."

"Sorries mean little for the tortured souls," I hiss.

Moriah Redthorn, a fae werewolf, approaches us, her steps light as she bounces up the docks. "Well, are we getting on this ship?" She points to the nearby ship, which has a silver hull and sparkling windows, which have a hexagonal pattern to them. Shields.

"Yep, I'm afraid so," I reply evenly. "Welcome to Vykstra."

Moriah nods, brushing her dyed green hair back over her shoulder. The Black girl's bright green eyes are always wide, sparkling a bit. I never understand the excitement she has here. She is a bit.... odd. But still, Moriah is nice.

Willa Riverrish, a mind fae, is next to join us. Her short blue hair and bright pink eyes make her stand out in a crowd, but so does her bright blue uniform she wears. She pats Moriah's shoulder and the pair kiss.

I feel a pang of sadness. Aires is my everything, and yet, he is in the dungeons. And here, there's Willa and Moriah, able to hold each other. Kiss. I have no ill will toward the girls. Trust me. But they .... they get to be close when everything I've ever loved has been ripped from me.

I turn away as they walk up the plank and into the ship.

Next up is Ciro Cordova, a werewolf, and Tiberius Shade, a vampire.

Now that we are all set, I finally join them on board the ship. As soon as we lift off, I lean back in my seat, watching Jericho pilot the ship out of the bay and out into the world. We are leaving this place.

And some small, broken part of me hopes that it'll be the last time I ever see this ugly Glass City.