A Human with a secret heritage.
A Nephilim determined to save his world.
A Light Fey running from a dark past.
An Elven Princess who lost her kingdom.
And the missing Fifth.
In a future where races that were never thought to exist roam the n...
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Camellia Kain
Camellia woke with a sudden jolt, the sense of falling having startled her awake. The night before's dream faded before she could grab hold of it, but Malachi's dark eyes remained to haunt her. She pushed herself into a sitting position, her arm throbbing painfully. She took a quick look at the wound to see that the ointment Demetre had given her had indeed worked wonders. The gashes were still deep, but they had closed over, the swelling and redness were gone, and it didn't risk infection.
Camellia shivered, and not because of the morning chill. Something about Demetre had unnerved her. It wasn't his likeness to Malachi, even though Camellia had admitted the similarities were a little disturbing. A part of it had been the way he had looked at Sylvia like she was something he could easily manipulate and toy with. There had been something else, something Camellia couldn't quite place.
Sylvia was still fast asleep, using her bag as a pillow on the hard ground. Camellia did not envy the girl's situation one bit. Camellia could hear the sound of rushing water in the distance and grabbed her empty canteen and left her cloak and bag for if Sylvia woke while she was away. She didn't want the girl thinking she had abandoned her.
She walked southeast until the temperature dropped and the air filled with the smell of fresh water. The river came into view between the gaps of the trees, rushing quickly over rocks that stuck out of the water. The river flowed from the Jade Lake, north of Voleaven, and into the part Mavros Sea that bordered with Trionate.
Camellia bent next to the rushing water, unscrewing the top of her canteen and holding it under. The icy water cut through her hand, but she ignored the sting and filled the canteen. Once it was full, she screwed the top back on and pushed herself back onto her feet, her legs aching.
The voice came a second after the hairs on the back of her neck raised and the sense of being watched crawled its way up her spine.
"Sleep well?" He asked.
Camellia spun, hating that she had allowed Malachi the chance to sneak up on her. He leaned against one of the trees, having ditched his cloak and now wore a black trench coat that brushed against his calves. He still held some of his earlier arrogance, but from the set of his cold gaze, he had dropped most of the act. Good.
"What are you doing here?" Camellia demanded, placing a hand on one of her short swords as a sign that if he tried anything, she would defend herself.
Malachi flashed her a grin, pushing off the tree. "You didn't answer my question. Have any dreams?" He raised an eyebrow. "Nightmares?"
Camellia started up the bank, brushing past him. "I don't have time for this."
Malachi turned to follow her. "You're not even the least bit curious?"
Camellia didn't need to ask what he was referring to. He had mentioned that he recognized the mark, and as much as she was dying to know what it meant, she didn't dare give him the satisfaction of withholding information she wanted.
