The Creators || h.styles

Chapter Six

Harry's P.O.V

It happened in the dead of the night, just like every other cliché. I'd managed to calm Saskia down enough to get her to fall asleep, and then I'd spent the next five hours trying to figure out what to do. I would have called Jack but I had no way to contact him. So I'd paced back and forth, my gaze flitting to the burning fire which contained the ashes of the picture.

I was sitting on one of the chairs when I heard the crash. I immediately shot into a standing position and cast my mind to Saskia's, checking she was okay. She was sleeping, and I sighed in relief. I looked around, taking a step forwards and trying to find the source of the noise.

When I poked my head around the hallway door, my eyes went straight to the glass shattered across the entranceway. I narrowed my eyes, drawing my sword with that almost silent song of metal against metal. I cast my mind out again, tentatively searching for the anything out of place. I found a small shimmering of warmth, and I moved towards it, my footsteps making absolutely no noise.

I found her where I had been sitting in the lounge, reading over the note Damien had sent me. Her shoulders were hunched, her long brunette hair falling in waves down her back. She was dressed in all black, and was very clearly a Warrior. My heart in my throat, I stood frozen in the threshold. She sighed before turning around and meeting my wide eyes with her own familiar blue ones.

I swallowed as I felt the crushing weight of disappointment settle in my stomach. I squared my shoulders, clenching my hand around my sword. "Who are you?" I snarled, preparing for the worst and wondering why she looked so, so much like Jay.

"My name is Annamarie. I am Jay's grandmother." She told me, eyes flickering to my sword with a slight smile on her lips.

I frowned, looking the Warrior over again. That would explain the likeliness. "What are you doing here?" I asked, deciding not to trust her. She was telling the truth, but that didn't mean she wasn't here to harm me.

"I was sent by one of your ancestors to inform you of something rather important."Annamarie spoke slowly, an accent heavy on her tongue, her words calculated like she was having trouble speaking in English.

That made no sense to me. "My ancestors??" I questioned, becoming irritated.

Annamarie nodded and tilted her head to one side. "Her name is Vima. She sent me to warn you of a war."

I closed my eyes, my sword disappearing. "What war." I gritted out.

"Damien's army is readying itself against you." She said, her voice moving closer.

My eyes snapped open again and I took a step backwards. "An entire army? They do know I'm just one person right?"

Annamarie shrugged, her blue eyes solemn. "Damien had planned to take you put first; you're a threat to him. Then he would move on to others." She explained.

"I see. Planned?" I caught the past tense used in her words, raising an eyebrow.

Annamarie cringed, her eyes flickering to the ground. "Uh, yeah. That's the thing. Damien is recently deceased, curtesy of Circe."

"Isn't that a good thing? And I though Circe didn't interfere?" I huffed, becoming irritated by the confusing web of information she was giving me.

She shrugged. "Circe must have had her own reasons. She told Vima, but no one else. Even Vima was shocked, she told me to come straight here to warn you. And...It would be a good thing, if it weren't for what that now means."

"And what does it mean?" I snapped, irritated by the riddles.

Annamarie swallowed, looking back up at me, a glint in her eye. "Jay now leads the army. And she's dead set on taking your head off."

Jay's P.O.V

I stood over Damien's dead body, frowning down at it. Vima stood at my left shoulder, another Warrior named Frank,who'd found the body, at my right. There were many others in the hallway, despairing at the death of their leader. They didn't know what to do. They were lost. I narrowed my eyes and knelt down, passing my fingers over the furrowed brow on my dead Creator's unattached head.

"He died afraid. I only know one person that would be able to make Damien scared." I growled, standing back up.

Vima's grey eyes flickered, and she dipped her head once. "So what do we do now?" She asked.

"What do you mean?" I frowned, listening for her answer while going through Damien's desk.

Vima cleared her throat, glancing at Frank. "Well, you were Damien's right hand, which means you're our leader now. Without you we'll fall apart." She murmured.

"Right, right. Well. We go ahead as planned, of course. We head out tomorrow." I said, straightening up and stalking out into the hallway, Vima and Frank continuing to flank me.

The army turned to us the moment we exited Damien's office, standing alert and waiting for us to speak. I frowned, counting the heads, and finding that there were at least twenty Warriors missing. "Where are the rest of us?" I snapped, voice echoing off the walls in the silence.

One younger Warrior spoke up, his voice quiet and unsure. "They left. They said they didn't want to rule under a Traitor, or they just didn't want to be here in the first place and took the opportunity to leave."

I scowled down at him. "You will organize a hunting party after this. I want all of them dead." I ordered, and he nodded quickly.

I stood taller and looked out over the army of about eighty Warrior's. They stared back, some unsure, some waiting for a command. "If any of you wish to not rule under me, or have any doubts about my leadership and what we will do tomorrow, step forward now. You will not be harmed for your honesty." I have them their command.

Murmurs filtered through the hallway, people shuffling their feet and a few wings ruffling. One Warrior stepped forwards, moving through the crowd and coming to stand before me. "I would like to leave." He spoke.

I cast my gaze back out to the army. "Anyone else?" I questioned, my tone flat but still fierce.

When no one else stepped forwards, I drew my sword with a shift of the air and took the Warrior's head from his body. He fell to the ground, and I growled, returning my eyes to the Warrior's assembled. "We march tomorrow. Be prepared." I ordered, then turned and walked back into Damien's - my - office.

Vima followed, Frank being summoned for the hunting party. She looked unsure. "Are you sure about this, Jayden? I mean, he's just one guy. Surely he's not that much of a threat."

"Of course I'm sure. It's what Damien planned and it's what will happen." I growled.

She dipped her head again, then turned and left the office. I glanced down at Damien's body and took a shuddering breath. I wasn't sure at all. There was something in that gap I was missing in my mind that told me this was a horrible idea. I didn't want to fight.

I started at the thought, blinking and frowning. Then I stood and looked at the mirror Damien had hanging on the opposite wall. "You're a Warrior. Warriors don't give up and they don't back down. Pick up your sword and shield and fight." I told myself, then grabbed the lighter from Damien's desk and lit it, flinging it onto Damien's body.

I watched his Warrior blood catch fire, engulfing his body in flames. With shaky certainty, I watched him burn.

((BLOODY HELL I AM SO SO SORRY OMG. I AM A HORRIBLE AUTHOR AND A HORRIBLE PERSON. PLEASE FORGIVE ME. happy Christmas though I hope you all got stuff you wanted and saw family you liked. It's 2015 soon and I'm unsure about it. Well. I'm sorry and here you go I hope it's not too crappy!!! Love you all - Jess))