Forever Young

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Darla is most definitely not a human.

She's one of the Ashki, an immortal race who have lived alongside humans from the very beginning. But friendships don't survive that long, and her contacts with her fellow Ashkine people are practically non existent, humans just tiny little pieces in the jigsaw of time. And an old enemy is back, proposing changes to the way their society has run and developed, and destroying the Ashki in the process.

Now Darla must gather her friends together to save themselves and their souls. But after so many millennia, is time finally running out for the Ashki?

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3. Tiptoe

Lara has a new life motto. As we were strolling casually down the lane to the shallowest part of the river, she looked up to sky and said simply, "There's no paint with pain." I don't think either Adrien or I knew what she meant at all, but I suppose it made sense to Lara. This sort of thing happened a lot, especially when we were younger and it was just the two of us, back in Greece. A lot of the time we used to just wander about, not really paying attention to anything but ourselves, trying to find somewhere to stay that wasn't the rugged 'civilization' of Sparta.

 

 

Until we had met Kaden, most of our conversations made no sense. They tended to be either about whatever war was going on and Lara's pessimistic take on it, or the fact that neither of us had yet found a husband, and we were hardly scraping together anything mildly suitable for a sacrifice to the gods, or for our taxes. Most of the time, we would laugh about it until Lara said something completely random and unrelated, and I would stare at her for a couple of moments before laughing again.

 

 

I don't even know what Kaden must have thought of the two of us the first time we met, us laughing like we didn't even know who were, and him completely confused as to where on earth the nearest temple was, certain he was in the right place even though he wasn't at all. We didn't bother telling him, though.

 

 

As it turned out, he was a wealthy king of a small island nearer to the land we now know of as Turkey. He had come to find a bride for himself, which I assumed meant he was an arrogant pig at first, when he informed us of his ambitions. We had a very extreme relationship at first - either I was super nice and he was super annoying, or I was super mean and he was super happy. I hated him for ages.

 

Now, I find myself praying I'll be able to see him soon.

 

"Darla, where do we go now?" Adrien asked, snapping me out of my daydream.

 

"Um, I don't know. Where do you want to go?"

 

"Somewhere we won't be easily found by Keda, probably," he answered, voice dripping with patronisation.

 

That helped. "Yeah, that is really specific, Adrien. I don't know why I couldn't think of finding somewhere like that to go to. You are clearly so much more intelligent than I am."

 

"Shut up."

 

In the sun's growing light, I could see Lara smirking at me, the words, "This could end very badly for Adrien," dancing in her massive azure eyes. Adrien was still looking at me with an arched eyebrow - the one he hadn't disastrously dyed blue - and it was annoyingly obvious he was waiting for me to talk to him. He tapped his polished shoes on the ground.

 

"I don't really know where we could hide from Keda here. She knows this is probably where we would all be, so we should in theory try to get as far away from here as we can. But I'm not very sure where." I turned to Lara. "Have you got any ideas?"

 

"Well, I was in this nice castle up North. It's owned, so we couldn't buy it or live in it, but the grounds are apparently some sort of ward thing, to push out evil. It's just a rumour, but we might be able to stay at the campsite there. And Keda always used to say castles freaked her out."

 

"It's worth a try, I suppose." Adrien shrugged nonchalantly. "But what if Kaden comes here trying to find us, and he can't?"

 

I pursed my lips, and I knew I looked a bit bitter. Good. "I doubt he'll be coming now. You came from about five thousand miles away - I doubt he'd be further away than that." Adrien smiled stupidly at me, and I glared at him. "Also, it's annoying when you smile like that."

 

"Just trying to lighten the mood. It's not my fault you always like to blame me for everything." He was still grinning like an idiot, and I considered the high probability of me having to smack the grin off of his stupid pierced face. "And, before you ask, no I would not appreciate being chucked in the nearest river." He poked out his tongue and raised his eyebrows n a way that some might describe as flirtatious, if we were given different circumstances. As it was, I found it annoying. Like him.

 

"Okay, can we just decide if we're going where I suggested or not?" Lara huffed. "Your fighting is getting annoying, and in case you  hadn't noticed, people are going to be out here soon. We need to move, before Keda gets out and finds us."

 

"Okay, let's go then," I snapped. "Or is Adrien going to suggest something stupid instead?"

 

He bit back his tongue. "No. That's cool. As long a s Lara, you haven't used all your energy on getting here, right?"

 

"Nope. I've still got a little bit left, I think. And you?"

 

"I'll need to sleep for a few hours once we get there, but I'm pretty sure I can make it."

 

"Great. What's the castle called?"

 

"Sween. It's in Argyll, I think."

 

I smiled, and crossed my arms across my chest. "Castle Sween, Argyll," the three of us whispered, seeing half the length of the country flash before us.

 

 

The castle before us was actually pretty nice. Though the turrets were crumbling into sand, and there wasn't a roof to be seen, it stood out in a bright white against the grey sky. I could see the churning sea over the side of the cliff the castle teetered on, and clouds rolled above our heads, spraying down spit from the heavens. Sadly, Adrien didn't get to see it all for long.

 

"Shit!" he whimpered feebly, crumpling onto the ground.

 

"Woah, woah, woah!" Lara caught him just before his head hit the ground. "Okay, Darla, we need a tent or something. You find one in the camp store - I take it you have money with you - and I'll make sure Adrien stays okay." She winced, and I could see her own energy levels were depleted, too. I glanced at a small looking building in the foggy distance, and looked back at my friends.

 

"I'll be as quick as I can. Don't move. Okay?"

 

"Just go."

 

The ground was slightly wet and muddy, and I had to climb over a couple of rock in my boots to reach the store, which did not do any good for the heels. Petrichor hung in the air, and a baby was crying in a tent nearby.

 

The store didn't have heating, and the wind blew through the gaps in the old wood. I fished out my purse from my pocket, and dragged out my debit card. "How much is a three-person tent?" I asked the brunette behind the counter.

 

She looked at me strangely. "What kindae person goes camping and disnae bring a tent wi 'im?"

 

"Well, we did bring oone with us," I lied. "But we got a taxi here, and we left it behind. And our sleeping bags. How much are those?"

 

The woman sighed. "The sleeping bags are a tenner each, I've got a small old tent somewhere here. It might be a bit small, but it's the only one we've got that isn't a six person." She turned around to go through a small door, and yelled over her shoulder, "Just pick up a couple of sleep bags from over 'eare. There oughta be a couple of mats and groundsheets, too, if ye want 'em."

 

"Thanks," I said, and picked up the supplies, before setting them down on the counter. The woman returned with a big plastic bag, in which I could see bright green canvas, which I assumed was the tent.

 

"That's sixty quid for the load o' it," she said with a smile. "The tent would be another fifty, but seeing as you're the first one to want a small one in a while, I'll let you have it."

 

"Thank you," I said, sliding my c ard into the machine and typing in my PIN.

 

"Oh, and the extra five p if you want some bags for that, an o'. That alright?"

 

"Yes, thank you." I took the bags and my card with a smile, the woman waving me on the way out. I doubted she got very many customers.

 

It started raining when I stepped outside, and I covered my head with the bags, running as fast as I could in my heels back towards Adrien and Lara, who were both shivering when I found them.

 

"Thanks," Lara said through chattering food. "Now, do you have any idea how to set this up?" she laughed.

 

"Of course I do, you idiot," I laughed with her.

 

We set up the tent swiftly, making sure the ground sheets covered the whole area of the tent. Shivering we tried to get Adrien into a sleeping bag and set up a fire, but only the fire was successful. Eventually we just had to unzip the sleeping bag and lay it over him, then sit on either side of the fire, the flames flickering in the slowly clearing fog.

 

"What happened?" Lara said, her blue eyes studying me silently.

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"To you. The last time I saw you, you were being weird, but I didn't think to ask. And now you've just changed a lot, and I don't know what happened with you and Adrien but you were never that annoying when you fought, and then you sounded really bitter about Kaden earlier. You never sounded bitter about anything before."

 

"What's your point here, exactly?" I sighed, rolling my eyes.

 

"What happened?" She raised her eyebrows, and flashed me a sugary sweet smile. "And, please, don't lie."

 

"Okay, when I was in the U.S in the twenties, I was with Adrien and Kaden, as you know because you made the decision to disappear to Asia for twenty years without telling anybody." I glared at her. "The three of us went out this one night, and at the end of the night Kaden and Adrien both went off with these two other woman. Kaden said that he would see me soon, he was just going for a couple minutes, she needed him to take her home because she wasn't feeling too good. According to Adrien when he got back, Kaden had gone back to the woman's house, said he didn't say anything about where the girl lived. So, when Kaden didn't bother coming back to the house that the three of us shared, Adrien and I were pretty annoyed. Long story short, a year or so later, I moved to Britain again. We didn't talk at all until he showed up at my cottage last night."

 

"Oh." Lara looked down at her shoes. "That kind of sucks."

 

"Just a bit, yeah. But anyway, I'm alright about it. It was such last millennia's news." I forced a giggle.

 

"You're not alright about it, Darla. It's really obvious."

 

"Well, maybe you're just not able to see what I really feel anymore. After all, you haven't made any business to try and talk to me in the past century or so, have you?" We glared at each other for a few moments, neither of us looking away from the other..

 

"That's totally unfair," she said eventually, rolling her eyes. "But I guess even a century on your own doesn't change your character that much."

 

She got up from the ground, and looked down at me, before ducking into the tent to check on Adrien. I clenched my fists tightly, and pounded the ground, biting back the curses threatening to dance off my tongue. Getting to my feet, I cast an angry look at the tent, and turned towards the sea, which was still roaring against the cliffs.

 

A few thoughts flitted across my mind, before I turned towards where the camp store had been. My eyes danced over the wooden hut and towards a forest behind it, where I suspected there would be a river of some sort leading to the sea. I bit my lip, and started walking.

 

A scattering of leaves were sodden and damp under my feet. Up above, trees criss crossed the skyline, branches like the gnarled claws of a witch. Shadows leapt from branch to branch, the wind echoing their otherwise quiet footed landings.

 

 

Through the mist I could spot a wolf-like creature, its eyes gleaming like the sun and the moon. I twirled a strand of my hair, and swept it over my shoulder. A shiver ran over my neck.

 


"Do you like it?" a voice spoke from the wolf. "Beautiful, these creatures are. So obedient. Brave. They have never defied me, not even once. More than I can say for most of my companions." A gleaming white smile sliced through the darkness. My lips spread themselves into a fine line, my heart thumping.

 


She wasn't allowed to be here.

 


"Get out," I said. "These wards were supposed to keep away vermin like you."

 


"There aren't any wards, Darla," Keda sighed. "It was silly of you to be so hopeful. Sorry."

 


"Don't worry, about it, Keds," I said fakely. "I could stay safe without wards anyway, I just want to at least think that you  could be kept  out and safe so that you hadn't have to deal with me. It's quite a shame for you, I know, but try and get over your regrets. It's for the best."

 


Her face contracted into a snarl, her fists clenching, jaw tightening. "I don't have any regrets, Darla," she sneered at my name like it was poison on her tongue. "I only wish that we could perhaps speak with one another, like we used to. Those times were fun."

 


"Yeah," I muttered, rolling my eyes. "The two of us walking on our own through Scandinavia for a few decades, nearly getting killed by Vikings, getting messed up to no end when you started that dumb fire in bloody London." I glared at her, as she smiled innocently, an angel with blood soaked wings. "What could be better?"

 


"Do you have an actual comprehensible answer for me, Darla? Or would you just like to continuously refer to our past as awful?"

 


"The second answer. It was."

 


She simply shook her head, and motioned to me to follow her. Although I knew it was probably not the best idea given who she was, I followed her. I couldn't be bothered going back to Lara and Adrien yet, and to be honest I wanted to explore the forest a bit more. That was about the only thing Lara would appreciate like I did.

 


"So, how have you been recently?" she asked. "I mean, besides the whole killing the immortals, getting you in trouble with the police, and whatnot. What about before then." We came to a small clearing in the woods, where a few trees had been chopped to small stumps, one of which Keda flounced down onto, smiling as she patted the stump next to her. "Sit down, then."

 


I sat down.

 


"So, how has it been?" she asked again.

 


"It's been okay, I suppose," I told her, forcing a smile. "I've managed to find a few friends, had some romances - James, as you know, and quite a few others."

 


"And Kaden? How's he been? I noticed he hasn't been around you the last few times I've seen him. Has he found work or something? I imagine he's one of those male models for one of those big companies, don't you think? He's just got that sort of body for it." She snuck a sly glance at me. "You're quite lucky, you know. to have someone like him, even if you aren't loyal like you should be. Remember that."

 


I wanted to hit something. I knew Keda didn't really know what she was talking about, but that didn't stop me from wanting to see the colour knocked out of her cheeks, and the blood leaking out of her head. I giggled. "I know," I said. "I love him, obviously, but we have both decided to let ourselves interact with mortals more, though really we only do it to make ourselves seem less suspicious in their eyes. In honesty, you know, we are together, and loyal, and I'm still just as in love with him as I've always been." She narrowed her eyes, like she was doubting my words. "I am."

 


I let her see a smile from me as a form of confirmation, and she nodded once, to show me she understood. It still wans't clear if she did understand, though. She probably didn't care, anyway.

 

 

 

"Well, that's good," she said, with a sweet smile I knew meant she was about to let curses play the fiddles around my neck. "It'll make this easier."

 


She snapped her fingers, keeping her eyes fixed on me. The steel inside them reminded me of a shredder's wicked jaws, and I shivered slightly at the thought. Shredders were like sharks, except the paper were people, and there was was far less blood involved.

 


"Shwaadfud!"a voice shouted, and my shoulders tensed. Oh, hell no. "What the flying fuddy fudge?"

 


There was a person on the ground. a mop of dark brown hair covered his head, looking a bit like a wiry bird's nest. His shoulders stood out like great rocks against the softness of his hair, and his hands, pressed to the ground, were calloused. "That hurt," he spat, getting to his feet. His hair covered his right eyes, but the left seemed to make up for the lack of sight, and they melted like chocolate for a moment, before hardening to mud.

 


I smiled at him reluctant, and then turned to Keda, who looked far too pleased with herself. "Why is he here?"

 


A bitter smile spread over her face, lemon zest sparkling in her eyes. "I thought yo'd like to see him, since he couldn't be here with you already. I thought it was a shame, seeing as you are both so in love with one another."

 


"Well, he wasn't here, and he wans't here for a reason. So he can go now."

 


"Would it not be more suiting for you to greet him with a loving embrace, and thank me for bringing him here for you? Seeing as you two are, obviously, so, so in love." I could tell she was enjoying this. Seeing my anger, seeing his confusion, it seemed to spark something in her, a fire lighting the metal where her heart was.

 


"You're a bitch."

 


"Sweetie, I could say the exact same about you. Don't disillusion yourself, for all of our sakes." She was still smiling. "You haven't greeted him yet."

 


I turned back to the bewildered looking man, taking in his essence, the same sweet smell he'd always had, that same look of calmness he could maintain even when he was about to scream. "Hello," I said. "It's nice to see you again."

 


"And you too, of course," he said stiffly. "It is a shame we have not spoken in a while."

 


"I agree."

 


"That's not a proper greeting!" Keda cried, rolling her eyes. "You have to embrace each other, kiss, say sweet things that I might be able to avoid being sick over. You can't just stand there like idiots and try to smile. It has to be properly done. After all, you are in love."

 


Gritting my teeth, I turned to Kaden, whose face looked like a marble statue, it was so still. Even his eyes, those sweet chocolate eyes, didn't move. "Go on," Keda huffed. "Kiss him. Or even just hug him, if you're too stupid to kiss him. Just do something." She said this all with very elaborate hand gestures, nearly hitting him in the face, though he still didn't flinch.

 


"Fine," I agreed, though he stayed silent. "But then you have to agree to not bother anybody again."

 


She smirked. "Go do it, then."

 


With a nod of my head and a gentle incline of his, we both took a step forwards. His arms were aroun d me suddenly, bringing with them a cage of memories.

 


Screaming. Laughing. Crying. Wondering.

Loving.

 


"Kaden, you are an absolute prick, you know that," I murmured into his ear, trying to make it sound sweet enough to pass as something Keda would deem fit.

 


"And you're a needle that does the pricking in the first place, remember," he muttered.

 


"Yeah. I remember."

 


We broke apart with tentative smiles, and Keda started clapping. "Well done, you two," she said in  a patronising tone, like she didn't think we would bother to listen if she didn't manage to irritate us. "You've finally shown affection in front of me. Now, what's life like with the two of you still together."

 


At this point, I really wanted to tell her to cut out the shit and go to Canada, but Kaden spoke before I could. "It's not a thing. Which is cool. So bye."

 


Keda bared her teeth, and grabbed his arm, claw-like fingernails digging into his dark flesh. "Don't leave." Kaden scoffed, trying to push her off but ultimately falling onto the mud, which was not a particularly strong looking movement. "You know what I like to do."

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