The Black Wings

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

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The whole walk to the temple keeps myself on a high level of edge. I grip the key tighter in my hand as I take a quick peek over my broad shoulders.

I tried to get Junior to join me and say a goodbye to Wy's oracle grave while I bless the sword, but he denied the trip and preferred that he would go on his own.

Ever since he showed me that moving memory sequence, my thoughts have been on Wy and Junior.

Their relationship was brief but special. I can see it in Junior's emotionless eyes that he wants nothing more than to grieve. His awakening has taken his mental state hostage.

I fear the same will happen to me.

Placing my palm against the smooth carved wood of the temple door, I flutter my eyes closed and take a breath.

I haven't a clue about how my sword will get blessed though I suppose there's only one way out.

Shakily, my hands fumble with unlocking the door. I twist the unlocked handle and carefully head inside.

My heels click and echo throughout the eerie silence of the awaiting temple. I don't know where to go so I just approach Inkia's statue.

My feet die in their tracks as my eyes widen at the sight of a turned back. My startled steps cause the mystery person to turn around. My eyes narrow at the man.

Hern.

Without meaning to, I grab the sword from behind my back and point at him in a defensive position.

"What the hell are you doing here? I don't give a shit your friend died, you are banished from these sacred grounds." He scorns me sternly.

"Your sage has instructed me to come here so I can get this sword blessed. This is above you." I snarl at him.

Hern's eyes find the sword. "This is below you, you red winged scum. I will personally rip that sword from your dead hands."

"And you call yourself a true black wing! I call bullshit!" I shout at him, my knuckles turning white from my intense grip.

"An exception can be made for one lost life." He yells back as he starts moving closer to me.

My breath slows down as I prepare to fight him, end him in this temple. I'm about to charge at him until I feel a hand on my shoulder.

Well, a ghostly hand.

"Brother, you are not to lay a hand on him." Ace's powerful voice rings into my ears.

Hern's gaping mouth shuts at the sight of his dead brother. Ace's hand releases from my shoulder and he moves closer to his brother.

"I swear you are not repeating this cycle. This boy is not going to die because of you." He spits at Hern.

Whatever emotion of surprise was on Hern's face has now vanished and had replaced by a sour one.

"It was just talk brother, I'm not actually going to kill him." Hern retorts while managing an eye roll.

"No, if you continue your plan with this boy, you will murder him. Your actions directly are going to end him as if you did it with your bare hands. That's why I'm dead Hern, you sided with them." Ace stated boldly to him.

"Me? You're dead because of me? I doubt that very highly. You died at your own hands brother."

"I died by ignorance, the only true evil. Banishment from the temple forbidden from training, I died because you simply feared a color on my body. Your ignorance was a sword and you stabbed me right through my heart. The same heart that wanted nothing more than to keep you safe."