Flameheart chronicles - WildClaw (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 11: Information

Chapter 11 : Information.

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"But what can we do?" Grint paced as he listened to the Molly Moore's tale about the Trail of Terror. So far, he didn't have any idea what he was supposed to do in this. He didn't even know why he was here.

He understood Quean Nova's decision to send him to help Molly Moore with her little spy job. But till now, he hadn't wondered why.

Maybe he was the first person she found. Maybe because of his knowledge of Velum related science. Maybe so he would stay out of her house. After all, she had always seemed to be indifferent to him. Mostly because of his mixed blood.

Grint was an offspring of an unapproved union. His mother was from the Terjare clan, a clan known for an affinity to the Earth and some off-putting barbarism. His father, on the other hand, was from Roslean, a noble and reputed house of mostly British sounding names. He was also born out of wedlock. But being the Torm Pierce's sole male heir, he did enjoy some perks.

"I have a few ideas." Molly Moore spoke, pulling him out of his thoughts. She sat on a flat rock nearby, watching him with amusement.

"Like what, Molly Moore?"

She swished her tail irritatedly and fixed him with a glare,

"Don't call me that, coal dust." She huffed, "Artemis is fine."

"Coal dust?" he raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Your fur." Molly Moore- Artemis, whatever, replied.

"Okay, Artemis." He decided to ignore that, though he suddenly felt a bit self conscious,

"What were your ideas?"

"We find the trail." She promptly said.

He stopped pacing and looked at her,

"How?"

"By looking."

"Where?"

"Wherever it starts."

"But we don't know where it starts." He protested. She rolled over and looked at him with a grin,

"But we do know how to find out."

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"This looks like the place." Artemis said with more excitement than she felt.

It looked like one of those western movie bars. She half expected the town sheriff to walk out the swinging doors with riding boots and a shiny star-shaped badge and ask her to a shootout. He would lose, obviously.

"Are you absolutely sure, Molly Moore?" Grint sounded uncertain. Artemis gritted her teeth,

"My name is Artemis." She hissed and turned back to the building. The town itself was tiny. Somewhere in Middle of nowhere, Texas. The entire place was very wild-westy. All wood and dust and swinging doors and cowboy stuff. There were even a couple of old, sad horses near a saloon like building.

"It doesn't look so bad, does it?" she cocked her head to the side and nodded,

"I can sense her."

"Who?" Grint almost whined. She still hadn't told him. But on the other hand, she wasn't so sure herself.

"Well, let's find out." She steeled herself and walked under the swinging doors.

Instantly, she was assailed by the damp, sweaty air. Sometimes, she hated enhanced senses.