The Darkest Dawn

Epilogue

The dark figures crept behind the crates at the harbor, the night and light rain masking their movement. Two men, dressed in black stolen clothes. A young boy, dressed similarly. They all wore dark hoods. The harbor was filled with seivohn, some were working and others were supervising human slaves. Great metal ships of staggering size were docked, many being loaded or unloaded. What made certain human technology worth keeping? Lucien wondered this as he peered over a wooden sealed crate. Probably practicality.

"Right...." He muttered. "How are we supposed to get on a ship without being caught? Which ship is even going to America?" Lucien's teeth shattered, chilled by the freezing oceanside breeze.

Darius grunted as he stared at the ships, stormy eyes flicking from one to another thoughtfully. "There should be some kind of record that keeps track of which ships go where."

"Where would we find that?" The brunette queried. Darius shook his head. "How will we get on the ship once we find out?" Darius growled, furrowing his eyebrows and punching the side of the wooden crate then hissed in pain. When he pulled his fist away, Lucien frowned at the sight of bloody knuckles. "You're an idiot." He sighed as he ripped some fabric from his cloak and wrapped it tightly around the blonde's knuckles. Darius pouted at his hand.

Malachai grinned up at the two. Darius glanced down at the boy. "What? What are ya smiling for? We're kinda up the creek here."

"You remind me of a child." The boy giggled. This only made Darius pout further.

"Why are you two ganging up on me? Besides, you're the child here." Darius protested.

"You're all idiots in my opinion." A rough gravelly voice announced from behind them, black razors glittering. The trio swiveled, shocked. A tall slim seivohn wearing a ratty scarf crossed it's arms. Darius snarled and pulled out the knife he carried, standing protectively in front of Lucien and Malachai. "Oh, simmer down. I'm here to help."

"You're seivohn. I doubt it." Lucien muttered.

"... Seivohn can be good too." Malachai chimed into the conversation. "My friend's master was nice." Lucien shifted his gaze uneasily to Malachai. The boy has been mentioning this "friend" of his in increasing regularity lately.

"Look at that. The puny human has more wisdom than the airheads do." The seivohn replied, a sour attitude mixed in it's voice.

Lucien swallowed the building bile in his throat as he watched Darius only tighten his grip on the blade. "Maybe we should listen to Malachai?" Lucien suggested, placing a calming hand on Darius' forearm. The ex-soldier did not relent.

"Who are you? Why would you try to help us?" He demanded.

The seivohn clicked, shifting its weight. "Agent Leviathan. I work for the Revolution." Darius narrowed his eyes, lowering the blade only slightly.