Quietus

Teqiyen

"Don't look so surprised. I may not have loved Medelyn, but I have grown quite fond of Heturain," Tennex explained after informing Hatch and Teqiyen that he was indeed going to join them.

"You're not coming with us," Hatch decided, but his voice broke. He still wasn't used to hearing Medelyn referred to in the past tense. The sentence seemed to have a similar effect on Teqiyen, who sat himself on top of the table in the middle of the room. His face disappeared behind his dark locks.

"Why not? Because I'm an Adechi?" Tennex asked sternly. "Because you need the particular set of skills that only warlocks have," Hatch explained.

"Oh come on, we're not so different!" Tennex practically yelled, taking a step towards Hatch, who was now putting protective shields on Teqiyen by swiping a finger over his body in an intricate pattern.

"If your brother says you're not coming, you are in fact not coming," Teqiyen growled.

Tennex tilted his head, shocked over Teqiyen's sudden rudeness, before he remember that he had quite recently lost the love of his life.

Tennex calmed himself. He tried to mimic Rain. What would Rain have done? He would have been calm and obliged to the criteria set forth if it came as the result of a democratic process. In this case it was two against one.

"Right then," Tennex said, his head still held high. "Should I lend all my powers to one of you? Or half to each?" He asked.

Hatch looked at him with his big brown eyes, compassion clearly shining through them. "You've certainly matured," Hatch whispered under his breath. He could hardly recognize the man standing in front of him.

Tennex shifted his weight from one leg to another, awaiting a response to his question.

"You can give it all to Teqiyen, I believe the powers should be focused. If Teqiyen doesn't mind, I thought he could take care of the curse and I could take care of him," Hatch concluded.

Teqiyen looked skeptical for a few seconds before he nodded, turned around and started putting protective shields on Hatch as well.

"Thank you," Hatch whispered.

Tennex walked over to Teqiyen and put a hand on his shoulder, he let the power in his aura flow into Teqiyen, before he retreated back to the corner of the room.

When they were both done and ready, Teqiyen strode over to Tennex and kissed his forehead.

"Your master would be proud," Teqiyen claimed while nodding to himself, towering over Tennex, with one hand on each of the Adechis shoulders.

"I'm sure he will be when the shock wears off," Tennex responded. "By the way, I have an idea for the curse. If you haven't decided on one already," Tennex suddenly remembered.

Hatch made eye contact with Teqiyen, and Tennex knew they were communicating in a closed conversation.

Teqiyen looked at Tennex again. "Sure, kid. Fire away."

*

"My lord, are you alright?" Damahk asked with a swift bow. Kithalyuh screamed. "You imbecile! You think I'm alright? I'm blind! I'm blind!" He shrieked. Damahk jumped, frightened by the madness of his master.

"My sincerest apologies, my liege." Damahk muttered, falling to his knees and bowing his head. He had failed his most important mission, to protect his protector.

For some reason, the fact that Kithalyuh's curse was partly his fault, pained him to know.

Kithalyuh paused the time.