BOOK 2: Chapter 75
Heidi
It was noon when I finally got up, and I silently cursed myself. Rahrraam was already up, as his human form, naked, and praying silently. I’d never seen him do that before, and I joined him. I only did a small prayer, but anything to help.
“Thank you mistress…. There are many that would interrupt, or not join… but I worry for you.” He said quietly. “I am only a demon. This flesh is molded to protect you, and I fear I am not enough.” He said looking down.
“You are. What’s gotten into you?” I asked.
“I know Frag’Naw.” He said looking at his hands. “He is not to be toyed with. I’ve seen him kill and eat demon and supernatural alike in the name of maintaining his neutrality. He did not wish to join the war, nor did he wish to serve the master, so he is an outcast to both.”
“Then we should be ok… the war is over and I’m only passing through.” I said putting my hand on his shoulder.
“For him it isn’t.” He looked as if he were thinking of how to word his thoughts, and I gave him time and space. “For him, he battles his past every day as a traitor to both sides. By trying to remain neutral, he was hated by both. The Master was displeased that he didn’t aid his son, the fea were upset that he didn’t help in the war efforts on their end… and in the end his loved ones paid the price.…. He is bitter, and rightly so, but I never thought I would be summoned… I never thought I would be brought to this place.” He mumbled. “The Master is a cruel god; don’t let his calm demeanor trick you.”
“Oh Rahrraam… I never thought-” He cut me off.
“That a demon would show fear?” He snapped. “Forgive me… I’m not used to doing this Thing you do all the time with John. I don’t like it.” He mumbled.
“You don’t have to talk about it.” I said patting his back.
“I do. The moment he scents a demon, he will never let you go until he hunts you down. I don’t know what words to describe this. I don’t care that I obeyed orders in the old times. I have done many things you would deem unsavory, and I would gladly do it again… I care that this effects you now. I care that you will be returned to Master early, and he will be so very upset… I don’t want to be punished.”
“You do realize that since we’re bound as familiar and mistress, he will scent you on me no matter what right?” I said to soothe him. “I know the risks, but at the end of the day, I want you to come. You will be my protector. I know you will, because you always have been.” I smiled.
He turned into a rat and went in my pocket. Then let’s go. Hell or high water I never said I wouldn’t come with you… I was hoping you’d stay. He squeaked. Also I really don’t like creatures that are immune to my attacks. A whip won’t pierce his hide no matter how hard I crack it.
“You and I both know that wasn’t going to happen. We’re going, and we aren’t fighting him. I figure if we run we’ll be ok if my plans work.” I said as I left out the door.
And what would that be? He squeaked. Because I’m serious. I don’t want to lose my Job Heidi. Dying isn’t exactly fun either. He chuckled.
“Be patient.” I said summoning Lady Tiffany’s broom. It came almost as if I’d made it. I had to travel light in case I needed to go full speed, so a backpack with a magic heated blanket inside, a small pot, a small towel to wrap around my neck to catch my scent, and three cans of soup were all I could take. I was waved to by all the witches that came down to greet me and wish me well, and many wanted to come, but I denied them. They would stay in the safety of their coven. This was for me to do.
I put on the warmest cloak they could give me, and on the back of it was a golden silhouette of a peacock on the wool back of the fur lined, purple cloak. It looked like the stuff of royalty, but I didn’t have time to gawk. I could only give thanks. Sitting on my new broom, I kicked my feet, flying in formation with them almost as if we’d done this a million times. I think I’ll miss this place… As a true member I would likely be given a portal stone to come back too, but we would discuss that when I got my mate back. This was the rendezvous point to go home via transportation from the goblins anyway.
I put on the hood, and flew low but fast. I hated going with such speed, but there was no way I would catch up to him if I didn’t go faster. They stopped following me once I went through the barrier like I’d asked, and I leaned forward, going as fast as this baby could go. I screamed a little, but the rush made me feel like when I left Emerald…. Free.
I had to weave between trees to stay low, but it was worth it, because I caught his scent. It was old but there. I followed it with the wind, and I found a large flat rock. There were ashes on the top, along with large footprints. Pawprints too…. Really Really big ones. I thought it best to keep moving in case they didn’t like witches.
No shifter would see me as one of their own on this broom, but my magic was also my advantage. I followed his pawprints to the edge of a wind swept frozen lake, and I knew if I went out there in the open like that, I would attract attention. It was a good thing I had the towel around my neck, because I didn’t want to take off my cloak, but it would do.
“Fly.” I whispered, enchanting the towel to pretty much run my scent all over the forest while I went the long way through the trees. It would take longer, but I was flying, and realistically it was safer. Sure enough. I did hear the boom of a roar, and I could hear the flaps of angry wings, but he couldn’t see me, nor I him. My scent was all over the forest, and it would take him some time to find the towel, as it was a flying rag. It floated and zipped somewhere I wasn’t, but since it was laid against my neck the entire day, it was strong.
I could hear crashing, crackles of flames, and roars get quieter and quieter as I went along, meaning he took the bait. I thanked the gods silently, hoping that I wouldn’t have to meet him again. I also wondered what would happen once I met the Unshifted. They were the purest blood of all the shifters. Mighty old ones, some rumored to have been from bloodlines untouched by the High King.
That part I doubted however. All old stories, no matter how true, always had some grains missing, inaccurate, or some combination of both. It was said that this world had to be completely overhauled. We are literally do overs of the gods because nothing was left. I find it hard to believe that anything was left unscathed. But that didn’t matter now. If it was true that was fine, but I needed to pay attention.
I barely dodged a tree, nearly hitting it because I was getting tired, and admittedly daydreaming. I skidded to a proverbial stop, looking around for somewhere to land, as now the sun was setting. I hadn’t thought of food, shelter, or anything, but I had magic, and my demon. I slowly floated in the fading light, finding a fallen log.
I smelled my mate had been here too, and I was thankful, because the ground under a huge log was already cleared, and looked pretty dried. I used the ashes from his long gone fire to provide something dry to lay the blanket on, and Rahrraam got out my pocket, turning into his true form. He barely fit under the fallen tree, but that wasn’t his intention. Without saying anything he picked up enormous logs, and cracked them in half to make a makeshift bed. He raked his hands across the ashes and dirt, making it somewhat level, and I laid the blanket on top of that. The moss, grasses and other woodland stuff would be wet from the snow so it was as dry as it would be like this.
By the end of it, it was dark, but thankfully there was just enough moonlight to see being half wolf. Rahrraam took smaller logs, and placed them in a triangle not too far from the makeshift bed, and breathed a bit of fire to get the thick sticks going.
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