MOON RAGE (REVOLUTION)

FOUND

Darian steps majestically through the golden blur. He rubs his hands strategically as he looks around the busy street of Cairo. His pale skin looking deliciously darker under the sun. A red velvet shirt with gold button and a black trouser making him look more like a royal than any king could be, hung to his sculptured model - like body. A black clothing is tied professionally on his neck which would make people mistake him for an Arabian prince. His blond shining hair, falling in soft curls at the end
He had also learned to tolerate the irking effects the blasted sun had to offer as he walks towards the end of the street; after all, living for over two thousand years could leave you immune to almost anything.
The street  had people from all sides calling on him, merchants and even half clothed women. His charms could be definitely noticed in the hidden parts of Africa.
He stops abruptly when he gets to the end and turns, walking into a dark quiet street till he gets to the end. He sees scorch marks on the ground, shaped like a human.
Whoever was here was a vampire and was burnt by the sun and he doesn't need anyone to tell him who it is. One of the spies who had tracked his uncle after a month of searching practically the whole world
"You died for a purpose and your bravery will be remembered" he bows his head as a sign of respect before turning out into the main street
It seem like yesterday when a thousand of his best men were sent around the earth to find Tony. Affira had cloaked them to prevent them from being found and when the cloak was removed, it meant they were dead and they could track them easily, and it worked. He was prepared to sacrifice themselves and his death would only put Tony off his track
Now, he knows his uncle is here and only a matter of time, he would catch up to him
He reaches the end of the dark street into the bright busy street
"Now, If I were a conniving bastard where would I be"

Schilla is in her old little witchy domain brewing healing potions and poisons when she feels a gush of wind. She inhales sharply but calms as she continues grinding the herb with a little smooth wood.
"It's been a long time friend, when did we last speak to each other, a decade? century? I can't tell" she says without turning, she can bet her life on who is standing behind her, she had known her almost her whole life
"It has been a long time Schilla hasn't it" Schilla stops and shakily stands, leaning onto the wall for support
"Ah, as beautiful as always my dear Affira"
"Schilla" Affira smiles gracefully, taking in the environment "I like what you did with the place" she stiffles a grin
"How could I ever forget your wonderful humor" Schilla says sarcastically
Affira walks to her and holds her hand
"I could never firget anything about you dear little one. do you remember when we would secretly meet at the border and we would play and play till dawn", she feeling of nostalgia rises up her throat

"You might want to rethink calling me little one, i do look like your grand mother" she breaks into a forced fake smile "I always thought it would be bothersome for you, having to play around with a little child when you had other things to do, royal duties"

"How old were you then Schilla, seven?" She laughs bitterly, memories come flooding from all corners. Painful memories  "But that little child grew up to become the closest thing I had to a friend and soon you would leave me alone again, am I really destined to live a lonely immortal life schilla?"

Schilla looks up to Affira's sincere green eyes. Those eyes did always seem to loose her into another world, eyes she once adored and worshipped but not anymore, Affira may have been like a mother to her but now, they are simply different. They should have never met, people lost their lives because of this, people dear to her. She closes her eyes, trying to forget the painful feelings of the past

"Affira please, what do you want" she says in her screechy voice which sounds even shallower than usual "I am very busy"

Affira is taken back by her response but half of her did expect this to happen after what Schilla experienced in her past, she is partly responsible for Schilla's power lust ways. The timid shy woman who vowed to never be helpless ever again, she really can't blame her if she hates her now
"Do you feel it Schilla? The war cry. Screams of death. The dawn is here Schilla, the war is inevitable and your descendant is in the spotlight, your grand daughter. You can stop her from dying I know it, you have to forget the past Schilla it is a burden"