Midnights: The Valley of Ogressia

Chapter 5

I walked with Nathanial back to the main lobby of the museum. I was still really confused about what had just happened. Nathanial was still angry with the red head, I could tell because he was tense. His body language told me that he had had run ins with Talia before. She seemed like a powerful woman, and I wasn't sure if that was what was wrong, or if it was because of what she had said. I don't know what she had meant by "his place." I could tell he wanted to explain, and I really needed to hear what he had to say.

He led me down a hallway to what appeared to be his office. Upon entering the space, I noticed that this room was nothing like his apartment. His desk was a complete mess, covered in what appeared to be really old pieces of paper. There were books everywhere, some were open, while others were just lining shelves. There was a small table against the wall that was covered in small stones, and what looked like pendants. I moved away from Nathanial and headed to the table and picked up one of the pendants. It was about the size of my palm, and was a diamond shape. It was very old, and rusted, with a chain made of some kind of brittle leather. There was a stone the color of Talia's eyes. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

" That one belonged to my mother. Her name was Nadia, and she was the leader of my people." Nathanial had been standing behind me, and the sudden sound of his voice made me jump. I didn't even hear him approach me. " She was given that pendant at her coronation, before I was born. It was a long time ago, and I unfortunately never got to see her wear it, but once."

I could tell by his eyes that the idea of his mother was a hard subject. They were dark again, and he looked as if his heart was broken. Seeing that look on his face made my heart sink. He moved away from me slowly, and motioned for me to sit in the wingback chair across from his desk.

We sat there for a few minutes in silence. I wanted to give him time to gather his thoughts, and I really needed to prepare myself for whatever it was he had to say. He opened his mouth several times to say something, but he never began. I wanted to tell him that what ever he had to tell me I would understand,but the moment our eyes met, I knew what he had to tell me was the hardest thing he ever had to do.

" Cameron, to understand what is in that room, you have to be willing to except that not all things are black and white. You have to know that there are things in this world that you never thought existed, and even if you could fathom it being real,the things I am about to explain to you is even beyond that. " He shifted in his chair. He was nervous, and if I was in his place I would be nervous too. I swallowed hard, and met his gaze. I nodded my head letting him know I was ready for him to begin.

" I come from a race of people called Magortimi. We are a race of beings with unique features, and abilities.We lived in a very secluded part of Ireland for thousands of years, until were led to scatter due to the Diamtri. My mother led my people for several centuries before coming to her end during a battle with them. They are horrible creatures who have only one goal, to rule over all they survey. The Diamtri are blood thirsty, ravenous creatures, and kill for sport. My mother and her armies had been at war with them for at least three centuries before my birth. I was still a child the night of her final battle, the night the Diamtri king Bragden ended her life. " He met my eyes for the first time, and a single tear fell from his beautiful eyes.

" In case you are curious, as I am sure you are, it is not easy to kill one of my kind.It takes a special metal forged in the rivers of my land. The River Torgmeid, in the Valley of Ogressia. Somehow Bragden came to possess one of only 4 blades ever made and he used it to not only slaughter my mother, but almost all the rest of my people. The battle was over 200 years ago, and we are very few in number, but the Diamtri are less, or at least they were."  He was looking at me, his grey eyes turning a silvery color. He seemed to know I was confused, but he seemed willing to explain futher.