Secrets ( Book 1: Nyx Chonicals)

Lance

Lance had called Castor and ushered him in saying Jessica was hurt but nothing else. Now he was in the sanctuary's hall which was absolutely void of human beings. There wasn't many people who stayed and most stayed in the left wing that had all the training centers leaving the right wing and main wing usually empty.

The whole ordeal with Jessica was bizarre, she was a Night Hunter she had the mark but revealing the mark physically hurt her which shouldn't have happened. With these thoughts flying through his mind he hadn't realized that he had arrived at his destination.

Lance pulled out a dark grey thin metal object its tip razor sharp carved onto it was a wolf's eye on each side the tip colored black like a nose, a Viris. With a quick flick of the wrist he carved where a door knob should have been, 3 marks like scratch marks and a small triangle at the very center. The mark flashed and a click sounded where the mark had been was now a small knob.Lance turned it and swung open the door. He walked into the room closing the door behind him. The room had light grey walls and tiled floor with a dark grey covered bed pushed to the very corner of the room. At the very back wall was a large window outside seemed to be a garden next to the window was a door made of 2 parts the bottom part swung open bounding through it was white and grey wolf, one eye silver and the other blue.

"Salve Tempesta," Lance said as he petted the wolf, scratching it behind it's ear. He received a bark in response.He flopped down on to his bed just as a knock sounded at his door.

"Entra! come in!" he yelled at the door.

In sauntered in a girl reddish dark brown hair trailed behind her and large almond eyes scanned the room. Her tanned arms were tattooed with different shaped marks and were littered with scars. She wore a crimson shirt and tight shorts with converse.

"What happened to you?" she asked entering the room lifting a brow. Tempesta barked and left, the sounds of a squeaking toy commenced. Lance gave the girl a bored look and sighed.

"Hello to you as well Marclin,"Lance said using a slight accent while saying Marc. As Marclin took a seat on the floor.

"What happened? You look confused."

Lance got up and glanced around closing the door leading to a garden completely and locked the door leading out to the hallway from the inside. Before sitting back down on the floor, using his bed as a backrest.

"You can't say anything about this Marc nothing at all swear onto the ancient river of Styx that runs through the depths of Tartarus. Maybe even an Oath."

"Lance why do I have to do an oath you know how serious oaths are?"

"I don't know how serious this is yet. This could be someone's life," Lance said. Marclin gave him an exasperated look but gave in. She reached into the pocket of her shorts and pulled out a Viris but this one seemed to be carved out of clear crystal, 3 ink markings that connected at the tip seemed to be swirled onto it.

"I swear upon the river that falls onto the depths of hell that I Marclin Moirai," Marclin began placing her Viris razor sharp tip hovering just above her palm "shall keep my silence until you allow me to speak of whatever you need to tell me." She then cut her index finger enough for blood to draw letting a drop fall onto the floor before her. During that time Lance had grabbed a napkin and now handed it to her to wrap her finger. Lance cut his thumb with his own Viris having the drop of blood fall right next to Marclin's. A cloud smoke rose and seemed to surround them.

"Alright...," Lance began before jumping into a story. Explaining that after he had come back home to the California Sanctuary to see Abram Ouranos he had sent him to Seattle. The Delphi sisters had sent word that 'there was a who which had not been uncovered'. Packing weapons he had gone to Seattle and searched all over until he eventually stumbled upon a school that had a sketchy Physical Education teacher. Then to how he had done surveillance on him, up to him attacking Jessica the most mundane student he had seen there. After describing what had been buzzing in his mind since it happened about an hour ago by then. Marclin looked worried and at the end just as confused and lost as Lance himself felt.