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FORTY

FORTY

Ktirow lifted his eyes to Htirifve's form as she entered his office in a blue dress that complimented her blue wings, lined with red. She looked scared. An expression she wouldn't have shown any other Archangel.

"She has awoken, Ktirow."

"Yes, I know."

She followed him as he headed for the balcony that wouldn't stop them from falling off the edge. There wasn't much below as Ktirow had his home built on the edge. He looked down into the dark endless pit. He'd travelled for days, months, and had once spend a year trying to find the bottom. He had still yet to find it.

"Have you found a way to help her?"

Ktirow gave her a frustrated glance. He'd spent all his time trying to find a way to help her. He knew everything that had ever been written. Yet he'd looked through all the books he could think of. And nothing. But there was a way. He just wasn't sure whether it was the right thing to do.

"What would you do to save our daughter, Htirifve? What would you give for her life?"

Htirifve was silent for a moment. "I do not care if we become hunted by our own. It hurts more than I thought it ever would, to know that our daughter will soon be executed for knowingly doing the things she did or not."

"So you would die for her?"

This time there was no hesitation. "Yes. But let us hope that it will not come to that."

"Indeed, let us hope," Ktirow looked down the bottomless hole once more. "Come then. We shall try and save our child and my son."

Son. Ktirow's son Wæfersýn, Samuel had been killed by a the draca that was connected to Ashley. The angel that had been sent had told them that Samuel had changed his name to Suresha several years ago when he had started to go truly mad. Rumours the angel had heard said that Suresha had tried to gain more power so that he could kill his last brother and sister.

Flaring his dove soft wings, Ktirow took to the air, beating his wings to go higher and higher and he felt Htirifve follow. Soon they were covered by puffs of clouds. They passed angels doing there tasks, and so Ktirow flew higher.

His destination was a place nor he, nor any other had gone to since Æsc's creation. Her birthplace. Landing, Ktirow looked around. It hadn't changed. The marbled pillars still stood tall covered in symbols that would hide this place from all but himself. Htirifve wouldn't have been able to find it without him.

He heard her gasp as she landed and folded her wings against her back. "I thought you had burn it to ashes."

"No, I did not want to destroy such a place. But nor did I want it visited."

"So you hid it."

"Yes."

The floors were pale. It looked like an office, bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom all-in-one. The darkest object in the room was the black marbled, silver lined alter in the middle of the room. Ktirow headed for it and then held his hands over it for Htirifve.

She looked at him and stared. But finally, she moved. She took his hands. Trusting him. "Save her, Ktirow."

Ktirow nodded once.

He started the chant.

Maize and Galina surfaced. Looked around. It was night. Dusk. Time for horrors to explore the night. Looking at the beach showed that there wasn't a single soul near. Maize stood, the water making her clothes heavy and stick to her like a fiend.

Maize pulled Galina into her arms and carried her out of the ocean. Her red hair was stuck to her face and her emerald eyes just watched. A drop of water ran down her cheek, but it was see-through, not red, it wasn't a tear.