Fragments of Ash Vol. 2 (Urban Fantasy)

Chapter Thirteen: Back to Abram

Amelia sat in her study, gasping. Still a few more days until they got back to Abram, then she could finally see a proper doctor and release that façade of being completely fine in front of the soldiers on her ship. They didn't need to know how much Eleanor had managed to hurt her.

Still, she may have lost the fight, but she won overall, Eleanor was most likely the only person in the world who could rival her in strength, and now, she was dead. Perfect. Two birds had been killed with one stone.

She looked at the map of the world on her table, Melchiezedek was now crossed out, she still had a few things to do before she could put her full plan into action.

A knock at the door. Amelia walked to the front door, trying not to hobble, and opened it,

"What is it?" she said,

"Milady," it was one of her Fencers, "we received a radio signal from another Spell Fencer cloudship, it's requested an interception at these co-ordinates," the Fencer held up a piece of paper with numbers scrawled on them.

"Hm... I see. Yes, I did tell them to send the rookie squad in this direction if I took too long. That's fine, I've got a mission for them anyway. We'll meet them at the agreed co-ordinates. Send a response,"

"Yes Milady!"

The sun was setting over the pink misty clouds, the air was salty but fresh, it was a nice feeling, standing at the deck of the ship. The ship that they had intercepted was significantly larger. Of course it was, it wasn't a private ship like Amelia's, it contained the entire fourth division barracks of Spell Fencers, at least a hundred soldiers were living in the ship's quarters for the last few days.

As such, the ship was making a lot more noise, the four jets that surrounded each side of the ship were huge and polluted the air with a thunderous roar. The dark, red sheen on the ship made it look like a blood clot that had stained the sky.

Amelia would have preferred her ships to be coloured white, or perhaps silver, but red was the colour of Abram's flag. She didn't have much choice.

The ship's drawbridge fell, several figures walked out to greed Amelia on the deck of her ship. Prince Darien and five Spell Fencers.

Amelia frowned as Darien walked onto her ship.

"Good evening Amelia," Darien shouted over the sound of the jets,

"...Darien," Amelia frowned, "I hope you haven't been using my Spell Fencers as your escorts,"

"I don't know what you mean,"

"I'm saying the Spell Fencers belong to me, what're you doing with them here?" she indicated to the two soldiers near him, "Diana! Edea!" she remembered the names of every soldier under her, "step back!"

"You're possessive, aren't you Amelia?" Darien sighed,

Amelia eyed the one other Fencer that stood next to Darien. Fiona Alaine, very nervous and yet, somehow she looked quite comfortable next to Darien, "I'm just looking out for my soldiers, even the most hardy gulls in the flock can be led astray;" she lowered her tone, "it's easy to get lost in the skies, sometimes having a homing sense just doesn't cut it."

Darien looked confused, "I have no idea what you're saying."

"I'm saying the skies are my jurisdiction, so you'd better not have come here to bark orders at me on behalf of the council."