I’m scared, he’s out there and he’s alone. Avenji Arkness is broken and I am the glue to hold him together, he’ll destroy the Druids… that is what I hope for. I can sense scouts in the trees near the campsite, there is two campsites near to us, both elven but at least they won’t attack, maybe the legion will at some point and we won’t be ready for them. I stare at the tent’s ceiling; I miss living in a house, it’s too damn cold and I hate these robes. I want clothes, I want good food and yes I want him, the stupid bearded bastard who has conquered my heart.
“Circe, Brunhilda wishes to speak to you.”
“Send her here… I don’t wish to move.” Stupid bitch, Claudia dumb blonde who thinks she’s smarter than she is, ditzy and lacking of common sense believing everything is a competition.
“As you wish.” Obedient to the end, like a dog… looks like one too. I sit up and look around, smelling the damp grass from the night’s rain. On my legs and go over to place clothes upon my body.
“Circe?” I turn and there stands the reaper girl, I smile and she comes closer to me, “I wish to ask you something.”
“Go ahead.”
“How was he?” I look at the book on the table, a classical book from the elder races: Salinotus, Avenji would know what it meant.
“He was not himself, but I hear now that they have made him back to himself and that he marches to us.” She looks sullen and looks outside to usher someone in. Alexander comes in; the boy is only five, his hair black and his eyes green; he is not Avenji’s son he looks nothing like the man.
“Alexander wishes to see his father.”
“I doubt that would be possible… Oswald will attack him on sight, but I fear that Avenji will even die or kill us all.” She looks to me, looking me up and down
“You hold his heart, I do not think he would harm you… maybe not myself but the legion will want our heads.” I stand up and begin to pace,
“If he comes we’ll just have to fight… we cannot turn the druids against us, we need more time.”
“What are you saying?”
“That we’ll leave this camp and we’ll get our lives back, Brunhilda.” She doesn’t stir her face in turmoil, the boy’s is in horror of me; he’s never liked me and doesn’t know his father, perhaps he never will.
“I do not wish to die at the hands of the Alikian, Circe… promise me that I shall not be killed by them.” I look at her, silly little girl with her eyes so sullen, broken girl killing legionnaires but alas living in fear of them ripping her heart out and throwing it into the river for a votive offering.
“I guess if you believe they shall, then maybe it’s stupid to be killing them at such a rate that you are.” Brunhilda looks shocked at the response but I smile at her, that’s all I can do. “Now if you have nothing else to say please leave as I am in no mood for company.” They both leave with distain and I look for Athene, she’s placed where she normally is just lying next to the bedroll I’ve lay in for around about three years. I go to her and pick her up, wrapping the sheathe around my waist.
Another visitor at my door, I turn to see a druid man, I know not his name nor of his position in this society.
“Yes?” I have my hand on the hilt of Athene; he seems oddly scared of me,
