The Whisperer

Chapter six: Monster

                 "Told you that Crowe girl wasn't there.  You owe me an ice cream." Archelle elbowed Carrius at the bottom of his ribs.

                      "Ow!" He laughed.  "Well, that's a first."

                      "Indeed." Archelle agreed. 

                      After their little visit in the Grey's house, Dennis and Archelle took a walk in the park.  Their mother of course was worried why her daughter was staying out a little too late than the usual time, but when Archelle told her that she was with Dennis, her mother became silent, and then consented to another hour of waste, regardless of the fact that tomorrow was still another day of school.

                      Dennis bought her a cookies and cream flavored ice cream while he went for the rocky road, since hyperactivity was his sort of thing right now.  In silence they ate, enjoying the night breeze and how far the noises of car and people were from them.

                      "So Dennis, what are you here for?" Archelle asked, abruptly breaking the silence.  "I mean, five years and then you're magically back." She said nonchalantly even if until now, she was still having a hard time believing her ever absent brother was back.

                       He cleared his throat and then took a bit.  "You won't believe it, but I'm actually on a mission."

                       She scoffed.  "Get out of here."

                       "I might after I find them." Dennis answered jokingly.

                       They both laughed at it before Archelle asked.  "Who's 'them'?"

                       "The other three."

                        Archelle raised her eyebrows in confusion.  "Can you like, sound less vague than you already are?"

                        He smiled that charming smile of his again, "There's this weird thing about four fated people.  They have the ability to close or open the Abyss until the next four are given this task, whatever their decision is though, the next time anybody could have a choice it would probably happen within the next five thousand years." Dennis frowned at his sister's blank expression though, "you know what the Abyss is, right?"

                        She shook her head plainly.

                        "It's like a maximum prison that holds anything or anybody dangerous.  Sometimes the most provocative monsters are sent there, traitors, harmful entities, but it's the Spirits you'd probably want to be afraid of." Dennis said, making air quotes like what he usually does. 

                        "Spirits? What's the difference between them and those ghosts we normally see?"

                        There was a low gust of wind which blew at their direction.  Archelle shivered, aware that they were all listening to them talk.  Dennis seemed to notice that too because he was eyeing his environment cautiously.  She only knew it was still safe to speak about this topic when he chuckled, clearly amused.  "Your camp's here." His grin got wider.  "Some of them are copying us."

                         Archelle looked ahead of her and saw those yellow like outlines under the dim.  From a time not so long ago, her brother made mention of that before.  When he would say camp, that meant that the group of elementals that she called to her aid before were there, for what apparent reason, she wasn't really sure of, but it was maybe alright to know that they were there when she would need to use them for her aid.