Folks Of Fury (#1; Tales Of Elysia [COMPLETED])

twenty-five.

Legion House was burning, the right half had been bombarded like a cracked egg. Burned bodies of Agnate creatures strewn across the every step.
Ezra and abandoned the bike and taken the form best suited to get here as fast as possible. I rushed through the debris of broken wood and shattered blocks and marble.
Ether demons rampaged and leered over their victims to finish them. They instantly lunged at us as soon as we came, leaving the injured and dead for us more powerful threats.
I raised my hand, channeling the raging fires around me and absorbing their energy for my own before blasting the demons to smithreens.
I drew Angurvadal just as more growls and beastial presences with glowing red eyes formed from the shadows.
"Go! Find them!" I snapped at Ezra, giving him a dagger from my baldric as he Changed back and stormed into the burning Legion House.
I heard him calling for his brothers before I turned my attention to the demons of the Ether summoned, no doubt by the ley lines.
Which could only mean that... Liothan.
I felt my lips tighten in a grimace of hate; I cursed and delved into the multitude of their vileness, slashing and evading.
The roof of opaque smoke covered the moon and stars, plunging the compound and the Moors into profound darkness that was broken only by the sullen glow of the sporadic glowing eyes of the demons, by the thousands of them.
I ducked and rolled side to escape poisonous claws and gutted with my sword.
My magic was depleted but recovering, but I has no chance to keep up with these monsters if I still held onto my human guise. Sl
So I shed it off like one of the many skins of animals I had shifed.
Senoy St. Ours was just another shift, I am Senoy Furyflame.
Then I merged both identities to a greater degree than ever before, vanquishing all differences between them to become a single entity.
The endless volcanic pit of my powers bolstered and bellowed, leaped outward in a blaze that disintegrated the demons closest to me.
Angurvadal slashed out in an arc and cleaved two demons in half.
The sulphuric scent of ichor clogged the air, and curtains of smoke wafted and dispersed from my presence
My ravens cawed and flew down, feeding off my transformation and increasing in size, they too attacked from above; talons gorging off heads and throwing them into the air to be split in half.
From minds of my familiars, I caught glimpses of how I looked from above.
Brilliant fiery gold feathers, braided in long cornrows flared like tongues of flames and nearly blinded my foes with their reflected light; poring out of my skin like I'd become the very sun. In one hand was Angurvadal, dismembering and slaying and in the other... the Columnar.
How the spear of Faery had come to be in my grasp, was a question to ponder another time. I used it nonetheless, the earth quaking in its presence.
But I needed to end this and help salvage what was left here.
I lifted off the ground, levitating and drawing the energies of the earth and elements to fortify my spell. I raised the powerful Columnar and pointed down at legion of demons.
The ley lines blazed through the grounds of the Legion House. The surge of power from summoning it was as exhilarating and addictive as I recalled.
The demons snarled and growled as I sealed them back into their domain. The Columnar vanished from my hand after that.
I turned to the destroyed mansion and waved a hand, draining the magic that had torn this great house down.
When my feet met the ground, I staggered and panted hard from the exhaustion of that experience.
I looked up just as Ezra came out with Fiona and Margot leaving against him, soot and burn marks over their faces.
"I'm going back in, I... my brothers aren't in there." His face was torn with despair and fear.
He laid his stepmother and my sister on the ground and I dropped to my knees before them to check their heartbeat, then casting a guilty look at the bodies around us.
"I can heal the ones still alive." I was still brimming with the tumultuous energy of the ley lines. "But you should bring as much people out here."
Ezra nodded and rushed back inside while I walked about, counting the dead. My throat clumped, heart seizing as the numbers mounted.
Mothers and kids I went to school with spread across the four Agnate races.
It took more time than expected for Ezra to bring out all the survivors he could find from the debris of Legion House.
"Senoy, it's your great aunt." I rushed to him as he placed Aunt Hetta's smoky and fragile body, on softer ground.
Her breath still came in ragged gasps. I knelt by her and lowered her face so the tears, coming unbidden, would not land on the woman's burned chest.
No one could heal such wounds. Ezra paused at my side, his face transformed with sorrow when he saw the same truth I just realized; she could not be saved.
"S-Senoy," The name slipped from Aunt Hetta's lips- no more than a whisper.
"Yes, I am here."
"Listen to me, child of Fury.... I have one last wish for you." I leaned closer to catch the dying woman's words. "You must promise me something: promise that you...won't let this world fall into chaos. You must not fear the curse of alfakyns... you must stay strong. You must promise me."
What curse?
"I promise." I choked out and her wrinkled shaking hand pressed against the side of my face.
Just as she reached for Ezra's, her soft brown eyes filled with tears and a wistful smile spread across her face.
"And you, Hound prince. Your fate is far harder than his own, because your souls are bound, his fate has affected yours. He would be in grave danger. No creature was ever deemed to have such great powers and it will eat away at his soul the longer he stays with Liothan. You will have to be his humanity, be as steadfast as your love for him. As alfakyn there is no one else..."
"I will stay with him, till the end of my days." Ezra muttered.
"Then peace be with you," With her last breath, Henrietta St. Ours closed her eyes, setting her aged noble face in repose, and died.
I bowed my head. I had trouble breathing past the lump in my throat, which was so hard it hurt.
"Senoy, we need to heal the rest. And find out what happened."
I nodded frantically, dispelling the shock and grief of losing my relative. I leaned back against my knees and placed my hands to the earth.
I reached out, molding the energy of the ley lines, to the dozens of living but wounded people across the field, I felt Ezra's mind brush against my own, my boyfriend watching.
Frowning with concentration, I endeavored to eke the needed force from where it'd embedded in my being and pushed it outward, along with the release of a spell.
It was ripple effect, emanating from me as its focal source and spreading out to the targets. The volatile magic streamed out of me, guided by the point of my healing chants otherwise it would only cause more destruction.
I began to hear quickened heartbeats and revitalized breaths as my spell healed wounds and brought them back from the inch of death.
Ezra's hand closed down on mine, perhaps wanting to provide his own energy. But I had enough.
"Ezra," I heard Margot's voice and I turned to where she was.
I watched as she crouched up and staggered to her feet, along with other unconscious casualties of the attack.
Her eyes landed on me then on the corpse of Aunt Hetta, eyebrows screwed in confusion then understanding came as she probably sensed where the healing power was reverberating from.
Witches, Shifters and Hounds alike recovered and they turned towards where I knelt, a hushed murmuring spread through the rejuvenated masses.
With them fully healed, I turned the remnants of the ley line magic to a different spell. A spell of mourning and memory, an enchantment to send off departed souls.
The Song of Farewell for Henrietta St. Ours. She who was once Rose of Agnate.
Margot walked forward to me, her steps cautious but determined. Ezra stood to block her off but she dropped to her knees and joined my chants.
Hans followed his twin sister, then other witches of Redwood covens. Our song of grief and acceptance rising through the night.