Faery Island

Blood in all Forms

Chapter XV - Blood in all Forms

Rick

Water washed across my bare feet, the sand was rough between my toes but it didn't bother me.

"Ricalos," Zelroth stood behind him, Goblins muttered and cursed at one another.

"I'm remembering more," Rick says, looking down at his hands. He no longer wore his sport shorts and shirt, but the silk and leather in black that they wore in this world. The clothes had seemed unworldly and strange, but now they seemed familiar and homey.

"I told you." Zelroth said and looked out at the ocean.

The waves were soft and crashed against the shore and rocks. Rain clouds gathered in the distance. Out almost to far to see, a ship was sailing.

Dahlar squinted, Goblins had pore eyesight, expecially during the day Rick had learned. "Master, I can smell them. They've gone to th creek."

Something crossed across Zelroth's face, though to quick for Rick to understand.

"I assume they came in contact with the Captain then?" He asked.

Dahlar sneered and nodded. "I've found some items. . . Placed in the sand of them both." '

"Then the Captain, that's his ship and the children aren't far ahead." Zelroth announced. "Their going to Amaranthine."

"Master," Dahlar hissed. "Which do we go for? The children or the Captain?"

The goblin seemed scared of both of them, for reasons Rick could not fathome. "I want to find my family as quickly as possible. Which one would lead us to them faster?"

Zelroth smiled and grasped his hands together. "Both would. I think your siblings are on both paths."

"What does that even mean? Who are these people and why would they have anything to do with my brother and sister?" He was getting frustrated. His family's things were laying along the beach with no other sign of them.

"The Captain, he is a interesting man. He is very dangerous, and we either must convince him to join us, or we need to put him out of work. And the children. . . We don't know much about them yet, but they to are a danger."

"A danger to what?" Rick shifted his weight unease.

"That are something that you won't need to get yourself involved in yet, Ricalos. Faery ways are confusing even to ourselves."

Zelroth shook his head and turned to Dahlar. "Gather your troops, we're going to Amaranthine. If they Captain is going to get involved, he'll do it first."

"Yes, Master." Dahlar hobbled off and began shouting to his fellow goblins.

"Ricalos, come with me." Zelroth beckoned Rick with his hands and they walked together into the woods.

Silence, all but for their footsteps. Though, Zelroth was almost silent as he walked, Rick wasn't that graceful yet.

The woods became thicker, darker and less signs of life were visible. "You must know, though you are not completely yourself yet, you will be. You have much to learn."

"I'm starting to think, I don't want to learn." Rick looked down at his hands. Remembering somethings that had came to him in his sleep. Visions, memories. . . "I've done some horrible things."

The taste of blood filled his mouth, nothing but a memory. It was warm, and tasted like iron. He enjoyed taking it from its owner, he enjoyed as they had trembled, he enjoyed as they died in his arms.