Eternal Entities

Chapter 7

Chapter 7:

"Ugh, fuck" a low groan escaped Vanajja's lips. Her eyes were squeezed shut but snapped wide open. She quickly sat up. Shots of pain reminded her of the events that took place. "Shit! That hurts!"

"Lay back down Vanajja," Nağme urged as she gently pushed the foul mouth girl back onto the grass. "You have a lot of wounds that need to be dressed and internal bruising."

"Gruuh," Vanajja grumbled. She winced as she laid on the cool ground.

"Now that you are up, I have got a lot of questions," Aavistus stated from across the two ladies. "The main one being that spell you cast on the raiding deabruts. What was it? How did you learn it? What exactly was that voice?"

"Shut up you bloody crow..." Vanajja mumbled. She covered her eyes with her arm.

"I am not a crow! I am a highly respected raven avinian," Aavistus corrected,

"You have brought nothing but ill omens to me since you boarded the damn ship. Hence, you are a crow."

"Well you, my dear pirate, are a restive and staunch maiden who has no respect for those in authority!"

"I ain't no pirate!"

"You think I would get on board a ship without researching the one captaining it? You even acknowledged it before!"

"Well, you fucked up! We were pardoned, you hear me? We were living as simple sailors before this shit show started! I am a sailor. I know how to take charge in order to remain extant. The only person who could give me orders is now being digested by a BLOODY KRAKEN! SO JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!"

Aavistus grew to an ugly shade of red as anger engulfed him. "Well, I never! You- "

"Stop it! Both of you!" Nağme interjected before her brother could say anything else. "This will get us nowhere."

Aavistus took a deep breath and turned on his heels, "I'm going to get some firewood."

With that, Aavistus took flight into the dark forest. A shower of velvety feathers fluttered down onto the clearing and decorated the grass. He melted into the shadows. The sound of his angry mumbles diminished as he went. Nağme sighed. She hovered her hands over Vanajja's body and began to softly sing a tune. A soft yellow wisp of magic wrapped around Vanajja. Her bruises slowly faded away. The cuts on her arms began to close themselves up as if they were sewn together. The agonizing pain was no more than an annoying stinging sensation when the wisp dissolved into the air.

"That should do it. Not pristine, but you won't be dying anytime soon," Nağme nodded her approval of the work as she scooted away.

Vanajja slowly stood up. She stretched her limbs and checked herself over. "Heh, well that's a nifty little trick you got. A lot better than the stuff the doc on the ship had," she mumbled. Vanajja began to scan her surroundings. Her hands went to her waist. Vanajja went wide-eyed and frantically patted herself down. "Where are my swords?"

Valgus nervously cleared his throat from behind her. When she turned around, he held out the duel swords. "I am sorry. We needed to remove them from your person to properly assess your wounds. I made sure to keep them safe."

Vanajja simply grunted. As she began to reach for them, a blue haze clouded her vision. The scene before her shifted to show smaller hands and a childish voice spoke, "When we are older, I'll come find you again and make you my bride!"