The Dark Path: Stygian Days

Broken Bridges

[Archer’s POV]

“Well, I must say that your people did some quick work in locating the Elemental of Stone.” Miles said to me.

“Six hours is alright but we’ve done better,” I said to him. We spent most of the time going in and out of shops. It was bad that we were wasting when we could be doing things as quickly as possible.

“I just called Enzo using a phone from one of the shops. I told him we had to run some errands and we’ll be back soon enough.” Sierra said beside me.

“Not necessary, but it will do.”

“One more problem. How do we get to Stonehenge from New York?” Miles asked me.

“I have a solution.”

Sierra groaned. “I told you that I don’t want to ride on your wolf again. The last time made me sick.”

“It’s the quickest way.” I told her. “Come on. We need to head some place where no one will see us. I don’t want to attract any unnecessary attention.”

I willed my wolf, Ava, to appear before me.

“I think you’re getting the hang of your powers,” Miles told me.

I shook my head. “Something Mother Nature said was right. I don’t really know everything about my powers.”

“Don’t let her demotivate you. We need to be in our best condition if we hope to accomplish this task. It shouldn’t take long.”

We all got on Ava who looked like she was struggling. My wolf could change her size but her strength limit was not something I could easily tell. “Come on, girl. We just need to go to Amesbury. That’s not too far from Stonehenge, fortunately. Just bring us to Amesbury and we’ll do the rest of the travelling.”

We arrived in Amesbury in half an hour. Ava was really tired so I sent her off.

“What information did your people gather?” Sierra asked me.

“They checked the files in Mother Nature’s place. According to the files, we’re looking for a man named Isaac Brunel.” I said to her.

“I’m still rather surprised that they didn’t end up getting detected by Mother Nature.” Miles spoke.

“I know. It seems too easy. Let’s get moving, though. We can worry about that later.”

We walked through the streets, past houses that were close to each other. A few locals passed us but none were bothered to interact with us. Too busy with their daily lives, I assumed. The sun had just risen and it shone down upon my skin. The air was cold but it fortunately, it was tolerable. We arrived at a house lot in a street with a tower within a good viewing distance.

“This should be the place,” I said looking at the front door. We walked up to the door and pressed on the door bell. Shuffling noises were heard followed by the sound of a chair being pushed on the floor. The footsteps came closer to the door and the locks were unbolted.

A man with grey hair appeared from behind the door. I would have guessed that he was in his early 50s.

The man snorted. “What is it?”

“Mister Isaac Brunel, I presume?” I asked.

“Could be. If you’re selling anything, I’m not interested.”

“We’re not salespeople. We’re actually here to ask you something, though I’d rather we talk inside your residence.”

“I’m not letting a bunch of random kids come into my place. Not after what those kids from down the lane did to my front door.”