Faery Island

Hiding Behind Humanity

Chapter IXX - Hiding Behind Humanity

"Life of My Own" by 3 doors down. "So Afraid" by Fleetwood Mac

Rick

He was cleaned from the blood, but it stained Rick's mind. To see in to the past and watch him kill innocents and make mistakes but doing it during the present, letting the part of him he didn't think he was take control was a completely different thing.

"The Goddess has yet heard of your return," the man who's house belonged too. The house was small, doorways covered with purple cloth. Weapons hung on the walls.

"I'm sure she knows," Zelroth says with his hands resting underneath his chin. He looked younger sitting in Fellien's house, not much older than Anthony.

"She has here ways," Fellien chuckled.
"Its a balance, tension, magic in the air. . ."

"That would be evil not magic, I warn you." Cold creeped into the house as

Zelroth's faze starred intensley to Fellien. "You shouldn't forget what kind of power I or the creatures beneath my command possess."

"Yes, master."

"Who's the Goddess?" Rick asked, seeming out of place and breaking the tension between Zelroth and Fellien.

"Who is the Goddess?" Fellien spat. "You're in her city. What kind of fey are you?"

"Narazza-"

"He's changling," Zelroth intercepted.

"You remember Ricalos?"

"Yes," Fellien smirked. "One of the most fierce warriors Cythnar had collected, a theif before. He was ruthless. . . Punched me once over a bit of mead."

"I'm Ricalos."

Fellien shook his head and laughed. "That's impossible."

"You said Ricalos was ruthless?" Zelroth asked and Fellien nodded.

"Prove it to our friend Fellien, how about you?"

Rick was unsure what he meant for a moment. That was until he realized he meant to hurt or even kill Fellien and with the blood of the slave impowering him, more seemed like a good idea.

Let go of your humanity.

The bloodthirst, the craving, the blood on his hands, how could he still consider himself human any more? His family was lost. This was his life before, its what its became.

Its who he was.

Summoning the shadows from outside and in the corners of the house, Rick teleported right infront of Fellien's face. Slamming him up against the wall, making a shield clatter to the ground and break through the wood flooring. The shadows tugged and pulled at Fellien's limps till he was holding himself back from crying out.

"Ricalos. . . That's enough."
He let him drop and fall into a heap at his feet.

He didn't back away and wonder what he had done. He looked down at Fellien's tired body and scared face and felt power.

He was then Ricalos.
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"So where is this Goddess I hear about?" Ricalos asks Fellien. Ricalos had exchanged his armor for the day for simple leather bottoms and cream shirt. The chain around his hips holding a sworld that was given to him was enough to be able to tell him apart from the slaves that wondered Amarathine carrying out simple tasks.

"Right inside there. She hardly ever comes out," Fellien pointed towards a small, stone fortress. Like a minature castle built into the wall. Two people stood guard, a boy and a girl. The boy was dressed in bronze metal and the girl in silver. Fellien crossed his arms with disgust. "I might be her lieutenant, but I'm not allowed inside there without permission. And those twins are just as stuck on her as you may think."