A/N: Hey readers. Another chapter is up and more secrets are reveled. To be honest half the stuff in this chapter I didn't have planned, but when I started typing it just came out...lol...I hope you enjoy and I can't wait to hear what you think. On that note I really want to give this novel a new title. 'Gotta Find the One' Soundz too much like a typical romance, and I honestly want this story to be much more than that. Please help me out! Enjoy!
~Piggy
The next morning was deary. The one after that was the same. And the day after that. For 3 whole days Mathew and I sat there, waiting, ever ready, for our sleeping beauty to awaken. On the evening of the third day Mathew had decided that, whether 'Alexa' woke up or not, we had to move on.
It was getting close to dark and we were just about to cover the fire when Alwark flew out of the tent. He zoomed straight through the flames and landed on Mathew's shoulder, whispering urgently into his ear. Mathew nodded knowingly and warmed his hands over the fire as the little pixie, with his butterfly wings flew away from the encampment.
"What's up?" I asked gruffly, my voice at a lower notch because of the lack of heat around me. The man took a deep breath, his breath fogging in the air as he exhaled.
"They are 3 miles away. Alwark is going to hold them off, don't ask how, for the night. We will leave in the morning, I'm going to have to turn her into something so we don't have to carry her full body weight."
I sat there, completely stunned. Not about Alwark, because when someone told me not to ask, I didn't ask. I was totally appalled about the fact that Leigh was going to be turned into something, unnatural.
I burst out laughing. Even harder than I had back at my place with Leigh. My eyes started to water and I couldn't breath.
"What is wrong?" Mathew asked in a tone of voice that implied that he was far above my lame outbursts.
"Leigha, with a permanent, purple squirrel tail." I wheezed out, trying to breath. Once I resurfaced,I saw that Mathew had cracked a smile. It was good to see a sign that he did have feelings.
For the days that I had lived with only this guy I had found him, almost snobby, to say the least. He was straight forward and full of manners, it was very obvious he had been around the High Council much more than was good for any being. At yet, as I watched him, he let small signs of humanity show through. These moments seemed to increase as time went on.
Alwark flew back toward Mathew, looking like he appeared out of thin air. He glanced around at me as if deciding whether to divulge his information at large, or if he should whisper it to Mathew again.
"They should be held until morning, if they are as dumb, and we are as lucky, as we hope."
Mathew stood up, stretching and yawned. "Well, we better turn in." He said sleepily; it wasn't the 'oh I've done so much work' kind of tired, but more of the 'I am just lazy because I have sat around for days.'I nodded and we both began to cover the remaining coals with dirt. Then out of no where we both froze in our tracks. A very familiar, yet shockingly terrified voice came from the opening to the tent.
"No. You can't 'turn in". We have to leave now."
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Leigh's Point of View.
I was sitting with my back pressed against a wall of stone. My thighs against my chest, and my arms wrapped around my legs in a protective manner. I looked around, slowly, taking in where I was, and what I was wearing.
I stood up slowly. I was dressed in a feather light, short sleeved, V-neck, white T-shirt. A soft, light blue skirt fluttered just below my knees.
I was surrounded by black, rough rock. The cavern wasn't all that large, to my right was a passageway that seemed to glow faintly with a yellow light, like sunshine. Yet that was not the passageway that drew my attention, it was the other passage, that seemed to project dark light.
In the center of the room, was a feather, and glowing feather; the same color of my skirt. I moved to the center of the room, and yet, it didn't feel as if I was walking, more as if I was gliding.
My hair was pulled into a high pony tail with a soft piece of leather. I crouched and lifted the feather. I placed the tip into the center of the ponytail, just like you see Indians in the movies. The moment I did this the glow around me moved in to my eyes. As crazy as this sounds I can't think of any other way to describe the feeling. I felt the glow that was coming from the feather sink into the crown of my head and then slowly slid into my eyes. Wherever I looked, there was a soft blue glow, but in my peripheral vision all was dark.
As soon as the light was fully in my eyes, the feather fell and landed in my palm. I slid it into the waistband of my skirt, on an impulse.
I felt a tug on my stomach and started to 'glide' for the darker passage. It felt as if something, or someone, was controlling my motions, and I didn't feel the urge to fight it. To not be in control, even if just for a while, felt peaceful.
As I continued down the passage I began to notice writings, and drawing, on the walls. I didn't focus on these too closely, something told me it wasn't important.
The farther I went down the walkway, the wider it became. When I first entered only one person was able to walk, at this point 2 people would have been able to walk next to me.
Then, right in front of me, a green glow appeared, not as bright as my magic, darker, less threatening. The glow began to intensify; and when I was withing a couple feet I stopped progressing forward. The glow became too great and I looked away. When the glow had faded I looked back.
Standing in front of me was a farie. A male, who looked about 3 years older than me. His wings were the same dark green color that the magic had been that made him appear. He had an unusual face, with a square jaw and a nose that looked as if it might have been broken. Those factors should have made him look intimidating, and yes, they did not, it made him seem friendly and welcoming. I did not feel the urge to be afraid.
"My name is Matrical." His voice was not very deep, but soft and airy. "I am here because you have questions, questions that you have not asked yet, but you must know the answers to. " I nodded, curious. He held out his hand, I took it and he led me on.
Once he had my hand in his I lost track of the turns we took. I felt as if I didn't need to worry about it. That this man would take care of me, no matter what danger came our way.
We came to a room, it was glowing purple, and he led me over to a bench and we sat down. "This is what you call the Mallo, used to be." He waved his hand and a sort of projection began to play in front of us.
There were 3 little boys, human boys, playing on their skateboards in a driveway. They looked to be about 6 or 7 years. They were smiling, playing, and even though the projecting did not give us sound, I could almost hear their laughter.
I made eye contact with Matrical. "What happened to them?"
The projections disappeared and he grabbed my hand again. He walked into another cavern and stood in the entrance. This one glowed red and the projections began as soon as we entered, as if they were waiting for our arrival.
There were the same boys, except this time they looked about 13. They were messing around outside a building that looked like a mall this time when someone came up to them. It was a cop, for some reason they all were arrested and taken in the back of the car to the jail. They were put into a cell with about 20 other men and women. That night a pixie flew through the bars into the middle of the cell.
This pixie wasn't anything like Alwark. This one glowed black and had an evil look on his face, he dropped a small black pebble and then zoomed out. The projections faded and the glowing red disappeared to be replaced by darkness.
I leaned back against the wall and looked at Matrical. He blinked slowly and then turned to face me. "That pixie was a servant of the evil Lord Trymole. Trymole's only goal was to turn all humans against the magic realm. All the humans in that cell became bonded to Trymole. They still think and feel for themselves, but they can't make their own choices.
The reason Trymole is having his Mallo attach now, is because Trymole is ill. Trymole should be immortal but he feeds of all that is in balance. Right now the mortal and magic realm are living in peace. This is killing the evil lord.
You are the key factor in this equation. You are the one being that is part of both the magic realm and the mortal. You must find a way to keep the balance, and yet, I fell if you continue to kill all the Mallo that try to kill you, well that might cause trouble.
Everything from here on out is important, every step you take will effect the realms."
'Well,' I thought, 'no pressure or anything.' I looked at the being in front of me. It was obvious that telling this story hurt him, like he was a part of it.
"Who are you?" I asked, wanting to know what part he played in this story. As the words left my mouth there was a rumble and the cavern seemed to shake. It stopped quickly, but i took it to be a sign because Matrical looked up and shook his head sadly.
"I do not have time to tell you. It his time for you and your friends to leave. Ulmar awaits." He began to walk away from me.
"Wait," I wasn't going to let him walk away. I felt safe with him, if he left, anything could get me. "will I see you again?" I felt like a 12 year old girl from some Disney movie, but, honestly, I was scared.
He walked back to me and cupped my cheek with his palm, "I will see you again, we will fight side-by-side, I promise you that." And then, he started to glow again, and with a flash, he vanished.
I sat straight up. I was sitting on a cot, in a tent. What the hell was going on? And then it all come back to me. The fight in the alleyway, Tem getting hurt, the goblin by the creek, and finally, Matrical and the caverns. That last part had to have been a dream, but somehow I felt it was more than that. Much more. I had no doubt that I would see him again.
I stood, and pulled my clock from the bottom of my bad, wrapping it around myself. I was wearing jeans with my armor under them, and a black hoody. As I stood, I got a surprise. In the back pocket of my jeans, was the feather. I stood, shocked for a moment, and then placed it back and decided to deal with it later, when we were safe. I heard voice from outside, and knew it was Mathew and Tem.One of them said something like "Better turn in." And I wasn't going to let that happen. I was scared now, and I knew that the Mallo were close, and I didn't want to have to kill them, they were innocent.
I stepped out into the darkness and said, "No. You can't 'turn in". We have to leave now."
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