ALMIRA THORN- Knowledge of Another Kind. [Editing]

Continuing of Chapter 10....

“Calm yourself Ray! She doesn’t know anything, she is just scared and alone, she needs answers, not an interrogation.” Lucy’s voice boomed across the room and I just stood and stared, the room reminded me too much of the training room, the high ceilings and stone floors made the room huge. Paintings of battles and swords hung in order, so neat and organized that it made the room look worthy of royalty. Lucy stood on the far right, her gaze still on the three men on the other side.

The golden hair boy was staring at Lucy with a fixed gaze, reacting to the name. So he was Ray? The one who saw me murder a man. He was wearing a lose shirt with leather trousers and thigh high boots, the look screamed dangerous but his face looked delicate as he stared at Lucy.

The figure next to him looked the same age and with broad shoulders and dark hair that made me remember him being with Ray that night. Michael was what he had called him, his blue eyes bright and eager, a caring and childish look on his face along with a bored posture that looked both dramatic and comical. The figure the furthest away was much different. His age put him at thirty at most but he had a look in his eyes, much like Lucy’s that gave off an age his looks did not, his hair a white blonde that looked silver in the light of the room. His eyes dark enough to be black as they stared at the argument taking place, his gaze showing his little interest in what was happening.

They haven’t seen me yet, I could still go back. But then I’d lose this chance, and I didn’t even know where I was.

“Then go and get her, bring her down here so we can get our answers and give her hers.” Rays voice sounded clipped and tired, his eyes losing their intensity on Lucy and falling to the ground. I felt myself walk across the stone floors and heard my old boots click across the marble, snapping their attention to the door and widening their eyes as they saw me.

“No need to, I’m here.” I raised my arms toward the sword on my back, showing I wasn’t here to converse pleasantries  “so start talking.” I made my voice clear and strong, standing still and bringing my arms down by my sides again, ready for any options.

“You gave her a sword Lucy!” Michael’s voice sounded shocked and angry as he kept his eyes fixed on me; the look was not entirely friendly.

“I didn’t think she would see it in the draw, How was I to know she would find it!” Lucy’s voice sounded strained and worried, her eyes looking at me with an intelligence to know how stupid her mistake had been. Ray just stood and stared, saying nothing as his purple eyes showed the fire of an emotion I couldn’t place. His lips turned into the smallest of smiles that looked as if he was enjoying the show. He started walking towards me as his lips parted.

“Who taught you to fight?” He kept walking closer, his smile still on his face; I wanted nothing more then to slap it off. As he moved a few meters from me I flexed my hand and it was enough. He saw the movement and knew he had come far enough.

“My questions first.” I said through gritted teeth, my anger already beginning to make an appearance.

“Very well, ask away.” He held a note of sarcasm that made me clench my hand into a fist and begin counting very slowly. I would not lose it.

“What happened? Why were you following me?” My voice faltered slightly as the fear began to seep through with the question.

“That was two questions I believe.” He raised an eyebrow and grinned.

“Enough Raymond, she has a right to know.” The man on the far side walked toward us, his stride naturally graceful, as if he was a born dancer. Raymond rolled his eyes and took a step back, his face beginning to grow serious as he stood next to the other man.