Flames And Blades

Chapter Fifteen: Oops...I Did It Again

 I've seriously got to stop passing out at every given corner, it is so predictable and weak. Ugh.

When I do wake up, it's in a lavish bed. One, I realize, that's back on Earth, not the dimension Rori took me to. Currently, the haze is gone, but there are familiar voices coming from the outer walls. Although the sound is too muffled to eavesdrop, the tone is clear for me; Adam and Warrison. Both confused and in awe of what I can hear.

I jump out of bed, regretting it instantly. Whatever drugs I was given, they're wearing off, leaving the blood running through my veins feel like they're carrying flames with them.

I hobble out of the room, grateful that I still have Warrisons jacket on to use as a warm shield. Having no clue where I am, I follow the voices, calling for The two boys that had seemingly ditched me here.

They come running out of nowhere, looking like happy puppies. Rori on their heels. I back away instantly. "You here to drug me again, or tell me I have a new birth defect?" Adam furrows his brow at my somewhat snide remark, Warrison rushes to my side without hesitation. Rori seems as if she expected this turnout. Taking it all in stride.

"Indi, you needed that sleep. Besides, you were severely hyperventilating after the news. The time the rest gave you allowed you to accept it. You can be mad at me all you want, but for the next few days, you and your friends need to learn what you're up against." At this, Warrison and Adam switch expressions. Warrison furrowing his brow and Adam coming to my side, concerned.

"And what information would that be?" I ask, annoyed and knowing very well that if we don't comply, she'll just decide to drug us instead.

"Demetrians, Poetrians, souls, Whisps. Their energy and harvesting. How to fight

them all." She states each point by getting another perfectly manicured finger in the air.

"Fine, okay. Where's grams?" I at least get to know that.

"She went home. After you were here, there was no reason to stay on her part." Oh, gee, my safety, maybe?

I heave out a rather large sigh, "Let's get this over with." I say and wave my hand in the air in front of her, motioning for her to take the lead. When she does, Warrison gently takes my arm and Adam takes our Omega position. Undoubtedly staring darts in my head. Although I have no exact reason as to why.

When Rori finally stops, she does so in front of a mock classroom and has the three of us sit down.

"Let's start with the basics: Demetrians." She says, and the word flashes up in front of each of our eyes. "Demetrains no longer have a home planet. There's was destroyed by the Poetrians- a species we will get to later on." At this, a sequence of clips showing various violent evacuations of a planet is shown. "The Demetrains are what you'd consider a 'cool' species. They look like regular humans, but with an estranged British accent. Like if you had a lion voice recorded and played very quietly underneath whatever they say." Well, that's strange, even to me.

"Why lion?" Comes out of my mouth before anything else.

"Good question. That's because essentially they are the lion versions of werewolves. Only they can morph at will only with one exception." She eyed me down before I can say anything. The boys lunge, stopping so that they are on the edge of their seats, and it really doesn't help with my inconsistent wanting to smack them outside the head. "When the need to protect someone is felt or their only constellation is formed- more on the later in a bit- Demetrians will transform. This constellation is in the shape of a bow and arrow, only forming into this constellation once every Earth century or so. The Demetrians use it to come together to find a planet to either protect or help." She stops for air. The tone in her voice and the looks in her eyes almost suggest she lived through it all. But she could not have been more than twenty years old. When done with her small break, she continues. "Once the Poetrians obliterated their planet, the Demetrians fled. But kept to their traditions of coming together once every century, only tweaking it so that the next planet they fixed also became their next home. And since they believed strongly in the tale of the twins, they believe that the Destruction is a form of God sent, for them to find a new home."

Well, shit.

"So, basically, because I am the stupid twin, I am responsible for the fact that a species is going to invade and take over the planet?" Warrison and Adam jump at this, reassuring me that none of this is my fault, but I know that it is. Rori does too because she can't argue, she just stares at her shoes and goes quiet, momentarily, unfortunately. "Okay then, might as well just lay the rest of the information on us today, and tomorrow teaches us the training skills or whatever and then we can leave." At this, she nods and carries on. Warrison staring at me as if he wants to move closer to me but doesn't. I suddenly realize I wouldn't protest his moving to me at all.

"The Poetrains are trickier. They crashed to Earth, in Russia at some point in the fifties. Then, they morphed into fit human normality. Often preferring to stick to the Russian accent and language because that is what they consider home now. However, they can change into anything at any time, no one has any recorded evidence of what they actually look like or are. They do have advanced knowledge of the legend of the twins, though it is their belief system." Great, now there are planets relying on me to complete something I don't even know about. I look at Warrison and Adam, my anger and annoyance increasing with every syllable I'm supposed to be understanding with hastiness. "You guys got this?", I ask, hoping that it's all really just a drug-induced dream. It's not, they just nod and stare at Rori to continue.

"Well, lesson number three is a little bit everywhere. You see, the souls and whisps have energies, and if you're good to them, they'll let you use it. You just have to know how."

"How? When?" Is all I ask, the boys absorbed in the idea of it all.

"The trees? Since they are living things, I let the souls rest there when they wish, so long as I can use them to direct or scare people from time to time. There are other ways of course, but that's not relevant. The point is: Never Ever offend a soul or whisp. And hopefully, when you need help, they'll send it."

Well, okay. 'Cause faith trust and pixie dust always did work well for everyone too. I think of this all over, the boys a little, a lot more fascinated in it all then I am. "Anything else?" I ask, tired of getting told how important I am to entire religions when I'm really just pointless.

"One more bit of info, and then training. Your powers, they are only given to you to help you. You are the one who is troubled in using them. You need to control them," She looks at me, sincere.

"Like how?" I whisper sigh, a little annoyed with all the attention being thrown to me again.

"That's where the training comes in," She says, a twinkle in her eye, then pulls us up on our feet. The boys stay frozen in place. "Let's go." I follow her lead, knowing full well that nothing good is going to come of this.