Stormborn

Chapter 9: Lost and Found

Tethra looked at the bartender awaiting an answer from him.

The bartender leaned over the counter and looked up into Tethra's eyes, blowing the brown dyed section of his hair away from his face, "Once I give you this information, what you gonna do with it?"

"I'm going to find the kid, isn't that obvious?" Tethra asked, looking back at the bartender.

"Why? What's so important about him?" The bartender asked.

Tethra looked down to his side, thinking of a suitable way to answer, but his thoughts were soon interrupted, "I knew it, he's your son isn't he?" The bartender asked.

"How did you-"

"I never noticed it at first but now that I have this picture," He waved the picture of Silvester in the air, "And seeing you right here, it's pretty obvious."

"Okay, you figured it out, he's my son, now tell me where he's at," Tethra replied.

Completely ignoring his statement, the bartender asked, "So who's the mother?"

"That's none of your business!" Tethra said as he slammed his fist down on the counter, "Just tell me where my son is so that I can find him."

"Fine, fine but there's a slight problem though," the bartender said.

"What?"

"I have no clue where the boy is."

Tethra slammed his hand down on the counter as sparks flew off his hand into the fine cracks of the wood.

Before Tethra was able to set the place on fire the bartender said, "But he did leave with this strange woman in a portal."

"Portal?" Tethra asked, calming down.

"Yeah," the bartender replied, wiping the burn marks away from where Tethra almost ignited.

"A portal to where?"

The bartender chuckled, "Tell me Tethra, when was the last time you spoke to the old man."

"What the hell does my father have to do with it?!" Tethra asked, but then realized what the bartender was implying, "How is he able to go there?"

"Well he's the son of a half Nether, it's in his blood, I would say. But that boy, he is a pure mage born," the bartender said while eyeing Tethra.

"How can you be sure of that?" Tethra asked.

"He doesn't use fire magic like you do. His specialty is dark magic, so his mother must've been a mage too am I correct?"

Tethra got up and dust down his jacket, "I have to go look for my son now, that's if you're done wasting my time."

"I'm onto you Tethra, the fire mage. You can't hide it from me forever. I know everything, and I plan to live up to my reputation," the bartender said while giving off a friendly smirk.

"You're Tyron the bartender, nothing less, nothing more, that's the reputation you need to live up to so if it doesn't concern you, stay out of my business," Tethra said as he left the bar.

Tyron was left around the corner, laughing like a hyena, "Oh, you know nothing Tethra Voch," he smirked to himself as his eyes became engulfed in black, "Soon your lack of knowledge will be your demise."

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"Roxanne!" Roana called in the busy streets of Vecha.

"Roxanne where are you?!" She yelled while running through the crowd, accidentally bumping into a largely built man, who doesn't seem to like physical contact.

He turned to Roana and slapped her, "Watch where you're going you betcavish."

Roana fell to the ground due to the impact but got up and brushed the red area on her cheek, "It's not nice to hit a lady," she said as she got up.

The man who hit her turned around, raising  his right hand, "Want me to do it again?"

Before he swung his arm again, his hand stopped in midair, being held by another, "I wouldn't do that if I were you," said Roxanne's voice from behind him.

"Well it's a lucky thing you're not me," he said, raising his hand to Roxanne, but he fell to the ground, unconscious shortly after.

"It's not nice causing conflict in the middle of a road," said a woman who wore Stormborn's soldier uniform as she push up her glasses.

The instrument she used to shoot a dart at the man was strapped around her shoulder, greatly resembling a small flute.

"Melissa!" Roxanne yelled in relief as she went to hug her comrade, who returned the favor.

Melissa smiled and pushed Roxanne back, "It's good to see you too," she said as six more women followed behind her.

"Why are you here?" Roana asked while glaring at them all.

Melissa looked down at the ground and brushed her short, brown hair to the side, "Could we speak of this somewhere else?"

"I'm afraid we cannot," Roana said while taking hold of her sword.

In a split second, six swords were pointed at Roana while Melissa held her knife against Roxanne's neck and sighed, "I'm here under the orders of Queen Olivia, to dispose of you both for betraying the Kingdom of Stormborn."

Yeah I know this chapter is short. Sorry, got writer's block, I'll try to do more next time