𝔻𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥: 𝕆𝕗 𝕄𝕚𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕤, 𝕄𝕖𝕟 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝔾𝕠𝕕𝕤

Chapter Six: Avimir

Chapter Six:

AVIMIR

  "Your Holiness!" cried the raven, catching the great angel in his grasp. At that, the holy garrison took charge immediately, holding the Moirai at the tips of their spears or keeping the commoners at bay. The once terror-stricken crowd ceased in silent fear, eyes gawking at the mysterious witch. In truth, Avimir cared little if she was a witch or a Moirai or even a simple old lady, all he knew of her was a threat. "What did you do to her!" he demanded her for an answer, trying to scrape away the runes that plagued Thana's face. A spell... No, it's a curse, it has to be! Avimir studied the strange writings made in a curious ink of blackened green. They do not even resemble the dead scriptures. The raven had realised. What was worse, they seemed to have rooted themselves into her flesh.

No matter what he did to them, Thana's slumber lingered on. The dread of it all consumed him, "Your Holiness...:" the words coming to him slowly. "Wake up... Please I beg of you..." He whimpered softly. "We can end the ceremony now if you want, just wake up... Please Thana..." embracing the girl in his arms.

"You seem to care greatly for this child," The Moirai observed. "Good."

"What are you talking about? What did you do to her? Answer me!" looking up at the Moirai. "You need not worry," She said to him, coldly. "The girl is yet to die," Avimir heard the crinkled voice of the Moirai comfort him. The rage that filled him was indescribable. She is the reason this is all happening! He echoed in his mind, using himself as a shield for Thana's protection. "The girl will live unless she stays here," She told Avimir. "she must leave." advising a spurned raven.

"Hold your tongue!" Avimir yelled, reaching for his sword.

"Listen, it is dangerous for the girl to remain here!" She responded though the raven was only absent to her warnings. "Very well," Avimir yielded, settling the great angel of death onto the temple floor. "You have my undivided attention." He accepted that much from her. "Arrest the Moirai!" The raven gestured to the holy garrison.

Doing as they were bid, two of the soldiers wrestled her into a hold while a third shackled her with the iron pair that hung from his belt. Rust-eaten things, Avimir observed. Just like her. He thought when he lifted Thana off the ground. "Listen to me!" He could still hear the Moirai wrestle her rusted shackles. "Bring her to the deepest dungeons," Avimir ordered the garrison, turning for the palanquin.

She was not alone in wreaking havoc. The common folk fought as fierce as any army against the holy shields. He could hear how their cries begged to resume the ceremony. How their angered pleas shook the temple itself. For a moment, the raven wondered if his master was right, even at such a young age. They pray not for salvation, even if they do, to demand such a thing from a child. He pondered on it, handing Thana to one of the servants. "Don't worry Thana," Avimir whispered beneath his breath. "Ready the palanquin for the monastery." He said to the servants.

"The ceremony has come to an end. Dismiss the temple of its worshippers." The raven, on behalf of her Holiness, commanded the holy garrison.

It did not last long before the temple of Ousin was cleared of followers. All that remained within the temple walls were its stone pillars and the holy servants. Even a breath could break that silence. It was devoided of life, barren, as lord Ousin had intended. "Sir Avimir, the palanquin is ready when you are." said one of the servants.

"Of course," He replied before realising. "Hold on."

We're being watched. The sensation shot like a lethal arrow. There! The paladin noticed instantly. Behind that pillar over there. He spotted the figure hidden in the darkness cast by stone and marble. "There is no need to hide, I can already see you." The raven spoke to it, solemn and guarded. The little shadow only stared back at him, the anger in its eyes searing deep.