Angel Wings

Chapter Two

Chapter Two:

Genevieve glanced back and sighed. Zativa would not be satisfied until she agreed to walk well in front of her and Archer. Zativa had her hand raised towards her, witch light braiding around her fingers. Her expression was hard and untrusting, her red eyes piercing into Genevieve. She flinched and turned back, facing the way back to her house.

"I don't trust her." Zativa whispered.

"You never trust anyone," Archer chuckled.

The witch glared at him. "You don't take this seriously enough."

His expression hardened. "Of course I do. It's just I know the difference between a 5"3 village girl and a demon," he smiled charmingly at Zativa. His efforts were wasted.

"You know nothing of demons!" She spat, a little too loudly. Genevieve glanced back but quickly look forward when she saw the Zativa glaring at her.

Archer sighed. "You're scaring the poor mouse."

She grunted. "Good."

Genevieve lead them to her home and knocked loudly on the door. "Fa--I mean, Mr. Bluebell! It's me, Elira!"

She heard her father walking closer to the door, muttering, "Elira?...Who do I know by that name?"

He opened the door and looked surprised to see his daughter standing there. "Oh...what...?" Genevieve licked her lips. It was their code: it meant "keep quiet". Bendrick caught on at once. "Ooh! Elira! So good to see you, child. How is your mother?"

Genevieve smiled, relief rushed through her. "She's doing well, although she has a bit of a cold."

"Probably do to this weather, I take it."

"Yes, I believe so."

Zativa coughed rudely.

"Sorry to visit without any notice, but these good people were looking for you." Genevieve scratched her nose. Their sign for danger.

She was not sure if her father noticed because he immediately went to shake their hands. "Oh lovely, I haven't had guest for ages. Come in, come in!"

Archer nodded and smiled. "Thank you, Sir. I am called Archer, and this is my cousin, Zativa."

The witch actually smiled.

They followed them in to their quiet home. Bendrick took them into the living room and put two logs on the fire.

"Sit down, sit down." He motioned to the two chairs by a small manmade table. They sat down and looked about, being polite and asked how they were doing in these slow days. How the farm was holding, if there had been any trouble with bandits. Soon Genevieve's father grew impatient, but only she could know. When he get's annoyed at a person, he'll start to whistle. And he was whistling up a storm as he made their tea.

He handed it too them and said, "Now, let's get down to business shall we? What exactly is it you want?"

Zativa looked at her tea in distaste as she said, "As if you don't know, Bendrick."

Archer glared at her, then said. "Forgive her. Her mother never taught her manners."

Zativa's lip curled a bit, and for a moment she looked as though she might bite Archer.

Archer continued. "The reason for this abrupt visit is simple this. We need you, Mr. Bluebell. You are the only person left in this world that has the Sight."