around me and wink at him in a goading way. I forced myself to ignore the idiot with a death wish and tell him,
“I had intended to deal with the situation without my fucking Chosen One being put in danger but for those that don’t yet know, Amelia is as headstrong as she is brave.”
“Meaning?” my brother asked,
“Meaning that she believed she was the only one with the power to stop this force from taking the lives of my people and therefore jumped into the fray before I could stop her,” I replied when turning back to face him.
“And is she?” Dariush’s question quickly had me narrowing my eyes as it ignited unwelcome images of what the Fates had deemed our future.
“No!” I snapped through gritted teeth, granting him a scathing look that told him not to question me further on it. His look in return said everything his lips didn’t have to…he knew I was hiding more.
“And whit o' yer shitty treatment o' her, that was…?” Naturally this question came from Trice.
“It was for her protection,” I informed him again with a grit of my teeth now wondering if they would survive much longer, or if the shifter would for that matter!
“Aye 'n' a bang up jab o' that.” I opened my mouth ready to tear him a new one when Gryph got in there first by smacking him on the back of the head with his meaty fist and snapping,
“Yer keep pushing him tae throw your ass oot this tower wi' this shite 'n' ah might just let him, brother, fur yer nae helping th' lass.” Trice pushed Gryph back with a palm to the side of his head but didn’t say anything more. I just hoped his brother’s words sunk in before his death, one I was about two more snide remarks away from delivering.
“If my enemies were to get wind of my Chosen One being in this realm then I would find a bigger problem to deal with than just that of my people being eradicated and I think on my list of fucked up shit to do, going to war with the other realms isn’t one of them,” I told them all, aiming most of it at the shit stain on the sofa.
“Hence why you had big bad here pull out of the Shadow Lands,” Nero surmised making Carn’reau grant her a deadly and knowing grin at the reference made.
“I need every resource available right now,” I added, making her nod in agreement before suggesting,
“I might be able to help in that department, if you could get me the supplies.” I raised a brow in question making her go on to say,
“Basically, it’s called a cloud spell, shit name I know but it may be a better way to contain any information of Amelia from travelling too far…basically it contains gossip,” she added with a bob of her head and both hands gesturing outwards.
“This spell, how does it work exactly?” Carn’reau asked, folding his armoured arms across his plated chest as he regarded the witch. Vern, however, looked to be ready to punch the Fae, just for speaking with her. Great, what a fucking band of merry men this turned out to be, I thought with a mental roll of my eyes.
“It acts as a deterrent as soon as any keywords are spoken, like the word ‘mortal’ and any reference to the King being made in the same sentence. Things like that the spell would pick up on.”
“And when it does?” Carn’reau pushed for more,
“It acts like a memory cloud, almost like waking up with a bad hangover and not remembering parts of the night. It clings to those who speak about it and creates a fog over the parts of information they just spoke about. It has the same effect on those that hear it…hence the shit name,” she said, gesturing again with her hands which I could quickly tell was one of her habits.
“What would need to be done?” I asked this time.
“Well, it would need to be administered in every populated area, towns and stuff, with maybe a heavier dose placed along the roads and crossover points between realms, like the known portals so for those the spell misses at least it won’t leave your lands,” Nero said making my eyes widen in surprise as I had to say, I was impressed. It was clear this blue haired beauty of Vern’s had skills I had underestimated. I looked to Carn’reau and said,