Tyler Harisson Chronicles: The Gryphon's Sacred Blood

Chapter 29: The Tribe of Nallash

"Who do you work with?!" A stern and loud voice of a woman asked.

Tyler started to have a blurry sight of what's in front of him. His surrounding began to register in his head as his consciousness came back again. A thick fog surrounded them. Several women dressed in ancient Greek togas were murmuring and whispering, surrounding them and his friends.

"Answer me!" The woman shouted again.

"Talisa..." A boy called. "You are-"

"WHO. DO. YOU. WORK. WITH?!"

"You are threatening the Gryphon." The boy finished.

Talisa flinched.

"Fergus." Tyler tried to get up. Two women holding a spear crossed his chest and sent him down again. "Don't talk to him like that." He groaned. "He's not a talking monster like you thought or something."

"Impudent being!" Talissa raised her wand. "Tell me who are you. And what are you doing in our tribe? Who do you work with, and what do you want?"

Amber suddenly got up and gasped for air and coughed his lungs out like he was just resurrected from the dead. As soon as he recovered, Hannah came back to her consciousness, too, utterly unaware of what was going on. She tried to grab for her wand, but the other muscled women who were guarding her prevented her from doing it so.

"T-Talisa..." Hannah muttered.

Amber gazed around. "W-where are we? W-who are you?" He asked cautiously, grasping his wand in his pocket. "W-where is my wand? W-where is...?" One of the male guards stuffed his mouth with a cloth.

"I'm Talisa Collier. Demigod, daughter of the violent sea storms, Kymopoleia." She informed. "The 12th Head counsellor of this tribe. Now, tell me who are you and why are you trespassing our borders."

A smooth gush of wind suddenly pierced in through the crowd. The resting snow from the tree branches hurled in the air, creating a snowy and windy morning atmosphere all around them. A winged boy landed to his feet in front of Talisa.

"Pothos," Talisa mumbled.

"They're not an enemy." He said, crossing his arms.

All the girls, including those who were holding spears, quickly bowed down and raised to their feet again.

"Pothos," Hannah called under breath. "Why did you suddenly disappear and let us get toasted by those thunder strikes?"

"I'm sorry. That's actually how I respond whenever there's a surprise assault or something. As you see, I'm not a god designed for combat." He cleared, "I can attack, but after I lost my right-wing, my quickness was also cut in half."

Tyler's eyes widened. "Lost one of your...?"

"Pothos, who exactly are these people? These trespassers?" Talisa asked one more time.

Pothos closed his eyes and muttered a quick deep breath before meeting Talisa's eyes again. "He was the child that the prophecy was talking about. Tyler. Son of Eros." He said.

Talisa's black marble eyes widened. Her olive skin almost immediately turned white like a corpse. Pretty much like everybody else too. The two women guards suddenly threw their spears out of their hands and helped Tyler to his feet. All of the other women rushed and prepared the tables and vanished in thick fogs that surrounded them. Tyler and his friends could hear the plates and cutleries stumbled behind the thick fog before revealing themselves being carried by the girls filled with delicious foods and hot teas.

Talisa was still frozen solid to her feet. She couldn't believe what she heard and doesn't know how she would respond.

"I..."