Camellia Kain
Camellia and Silas took the north side of town, sending Zachariah and Malachi east, and Lilith and Demetre backtracking to the south. They had thirty minutes to search all the ruined buildings thoroughly before regrouping.
Camellia estimated it was a few hours past midnight- the trek to the abandoned town having taken them at least three hours. When they had lost Evianna's trail they'd walked blindly, heading north until the ruins revealed themselves. Camellia hated the uncertainty that they were all aware of but refused to voice. If Evianna and Calix were not here then they had no other leads.
Camellia and Silas walked and neither spoke a word to the other as they searched the first few buildings. The north sector of the town was the least damaged, from what she could see, a few homes still stood in one piece. Silas remained wordless and visual and his dark eyes roamed the streets. No weapon, that Camellia could see, was in his possession. He relied solely on his powers. She could attack him if she caught him off guard, but she would have a hard time defending herself against fire or water.
Most Light Fey only used one element, but they weren't cut off from the rest. The realization that Silas could control all four elements and the demonic power of the Dark Fey was intimidating.
"How did you know about this village?" Camellia asked.
The revolt had escalated around the time she'd run away from home and joined the assassins. Silas was not from Etoria, that much was clear by his slight accent and mixed race, yet he knew more about it than Camellia even did.
"I took the liberty of studying Etoria, its history, and geography before I arrived." He answered, stepping up onto a broken porch. He politely extended his hand to help her up.
From where?
"That's some studying," Camellia said instead, accepting his outstretched hand. She didn't need his help, she had scaled the walls of buildings for stories so a few feet were nothing. With her hand in his, she could feel his power like a pulse, thrumming from his fingertips to hers.
"May I ask you something?" Silas said when her feet were firmly planted on the dry rotted wood.
"It's only fair, isn't it?" A question for a question. At least he knew how the Fey worked.
No deal could be broken, a promise must always be kept, and if broken, a part of you shattered with it.
"Why do you hide your true name from them?"
Camellia halted mid-step in the doorway and her heart hammered violently in her chest. How many were going to discover who she truly was?
"Rest assured I have no intentions of giving away your secrets. I am simply curious." Silas added.
Camellia felt the truth of his words settle on her and she was able to breathe again.
"How did you know?' She asked, stepping over the threshold. It was cold inside.
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Shadows of the Night
FantasiaA 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...