Nevermore: of Ryn and Reese

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  • Published: 30 Oct 2016
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Reese has grown up in the world of the aftermath of a devastating war, raised by what used to be the enemy of humans: the Scintulla. Now, though, someone wants to finish off the scarce Scintulla, as revenge for the decimated human race. (endfic comp)


11. A Dire Meeting

Reese blindly runs through the forest, getting weaker and drowsier. She begins to see black spots and hear ringing. Her Mure companion urges her to go on, as the sound of the women fades behind. About a half mile away, Reese collapses in a pile of leaves. The Mure jumps out before being crushed.

"You must keep going!" the Mure cries.

"C-can't," wheezes Reese. "Too...weak...sleep..." Her eyelids flutter closed...


The murmurs of voices fill Reese's ears. She doesn't move or change her breathing as the voices become clearer.

"Targaten?" says one voice, a male's.

"They said, 'daughters of Targaten'," says a voice. Reese recognizes it as the Mure's. "Could he really begat that many children?"

"I don't think so," says a female voice.

"I think they're just the women of his group," says the male voice. Deciding they're not dangerous, Reese sits up, and vomits.

"Miss!" yells the Mure. Reese feels a scampering up her leg and sees the cream colored Mure. "You're alive! The Claramet - it drained you!"

"Sure did," mutters Reese. "How long was I unconscious?"

"Five days," says the male voice. Reese looks up, startled to see a Dire. Dire were rare, even before the genocide. Dire are close, very close, to wolves. They are wolves in nearly every way but size, being the size of a lion. Gray fur, pitch black eyes. They're very familial creatures, keeping their mate and pups in a den, rather than leaving. There are few of them, and are seen very rarely.

"And the daughters of Targaten are becoming more ruthless. We've nearly been pushed out of the forest," says the Dire. He lays down, and transforms into human form, his skin ashen, his hair gray, eyes black. He's a beefy man in his forties to fifties. He puts a hand in front of Reese. She takes it and he pulls her up. 

He transforms back into a Dire.

"What is your name, human?" he says, his voice always growling a bit.

"Reese," says she.

"What were you doing in the Targaten camp? It's suicide, going there," growls the Dire.

"I asked her to go, great Dire," says the Aesch.

"You would risk a life, Aesch?" growls the dire. "She is a child."

"I know, but we were all so afraid-"

"So you sent a child. And a friend of the Scintulla, obviously, and one that wields Claramet. Rare are they, and you nearly sacrifice one," patronizes the Dire. The Aesch shrinks back. "You were afraid. You were a coward."

"I agreed to go. Don't lash out," says Reese. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the Mure scamper off, and a few creatures watching.

"You may have agreed, and that was stupidity on your part. Where are your guardians? They should be around," says the Dire. Reese's lip curls back.

"I'm really sick of people asking where my parents are. My birth parents were dead when I was found, okay? And some killed-" she takes a breath, "-my adoptive mother. Four years ago, okay. I was with another Scintulla, but we left each other a few weeks ago. He was the son of my adoptive mother."

The creatures are silent.

"I'm sorry," says the Dire slowly. "But you don't seem responsible enough on your own."

"I was fine before I went into the camp. I've been travelling for miles, alone. Humans are just dangerous," says Reese. The Scintulla nod to that. "So what's been happening since I've been unconscious?"

"The daughters of Targaten have been more ruthless, killing more frequently. They leave bloody messages on rocks and trees, saying they will wage war and kill us all when their master returns," says the Dire. The Mure returns with many more, all carrying a leaf filled with water. Reese thanks them and drinks from it.

"I would think that's Targaten," says Reese.

"We as well," says the Dire.

"We could have air surveillance. Are there any Avem nearby?" asks Reese.

"We already have the Avem watching for Targaten. They have gone many miles out and will report back if they find anything."

"That's good," says Reese. "Any sign?"

"None so far. No news is bad news, though."

"No news can also be good news," counters Reese. The Dire rolls his eyes.

One of the creatures comes out from the forest, a young Cerva. "Can you really wield Claramet?" it asks. Reese nods, and pulls out her Meta knife. Many of the Scintulla gasp.

"The homeland!" they cry. 

"It's long," weeps one of the Aesch.

"Show us!" cries a Mandra.

"No," says Reese. "I don't know if I have enough reserves. I still feel weak."

"What kind of spell did you use?" yells a Mandra.

"I don't know what any of the casts are called, I just speak Vox and what I want happens," says Reese. They stare at her. "What?"

"Humans do not speak Vox. They have to learn and memorize incantations in Vox, but not the language. A Scintulla can speak Vox and wield Claramet and not use incantations," says the Dire.

"Well, I was taught Vox and Claramet. I don't know them naturally. I promise I'm one hundred percent human," promises Reese. She cuts her hand and whispers, "Xla svuuj uj loqirexy ew er xlera fpuuj." The blood glows silver and shows memories of Reese; of her when she's two, toddling around, seeing her cubby hands, drawing herself on a cave wall with two Equignis when she was eight, seeing her reflection in a pond when she was twelve after Freyja had died, saw Ryn when she was thirteen that humans are awful creatures.

The memories disappear.

"Human hands, drawings of myself as human, my reflection, I was called a human by my brother. I'm human, no doubt, but I've only ever been with Scintulla. I was taught the magic, taught to speak Vox, given the knife when I was six. I was taught, it is not natural." Reese wipes her forehead.

"Alright," says the Dire. "You're human with a great gift of Claremet and Vox. You will be a great asset when war comes."

"So you're okay with her going to war, but not going into the camp?" questions the Aesch.

"The camp was suicide, nearly. The so-called war will have a decent change of survival. We are a magical race, and they are humans," says the Dire.

"They have guns," says Reese. The atmosphere becomes tense. "Real guns. They didn't fire at me. They're either for show, or they're saving ammo."

"Okay, so now it's in their favor," says the Aesch.

"We need to gather forces," says a Mure.

"Some Mandra owe me a favor," says Reese. "They're miles off, but I could find them."

"Mandra can be powerful when they choose. Mostly they just splash around and purify water, though," says the Dire.

"If they join together, they could be powerful. I know that they can create walls of water if they put effort into it," says Reese. The Scintulla nod.

"I will take you to these Mandra," says the Dire. "Do you remember where?"

"Location spell," says Reese, holding up her hand. "We're good to go."

"Keep watch for the humans. Do not engage in battle. Gather Scintulla. Send an Avem if there is trouble," says the Dire. He looks to Reese. "We leave soon."

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