บท 15: Went On A Date With The Enemy
"DON'T COME NEAR ME!" Tuppel shrieked, crawling away. His voice grew small, almost sounding like a child's, as he sobbed, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Don't hurt me."
As if to mirror his disturbed mental state, cracks fissured the sky, splitting the moons in half while tremors shook the ground. Trees started to break and fall, yet the crows didn't scatter and kept poking the corpses. When a trunk smashed a few, the birds flocked around and feasted on the limbs that protruded from under the tree, not minding that some were still alive. They tore the flesh apart regardless of their cries.
"Holy shit! What's going on?!"
"Well," Allen clicked his tongue in annoyance. "It seems you scared the hell out of him, and his dream realm is collapsing. We better leave before we get caught up in the aftermath."
"What? We just arrived and didn't learn anything yet!"
"We're invaders, and when a dream realm collapses, it expulses the strangers in a not-so-kind way. We can always try again tomorrow night with another elder whose mental fortitude is stronger than Tuppel's."
Nyell was taken aback. Then, he threw a disgusted look at Tuppel. What a useless piece of trash! A string of insults passed through his mind while the man shrieked louder under his glare. Tears started to run down his cheeks, pouring like a waterfall. And even though this was a dream, it enacted bodily functions, and Tuppel peed himself.
How pathetic! They didn't even get to the interrogation!
"I didn't know I was so ugly I made old men cry," Nyell scoffed. "Whatever. Get me out of this shitty dream."
"As you wish."
***
Allen shifted his ethereal eyes to Nyell, who looked back at him. However, the green emerald irises were gone. The white of the eyeballs had grown pitch-black, swallowing the irises and the pupils. The usual expressive face was now emotionless, his lips stretched into a thin line.
"Hello," Allen greeted, unsurprised. "I'd like to say it's nice to meet you, but I'd be lying."
The thing blinked. "Why am I in this body? He wasn't my target."
"I wonder why, indeed."
Although Allen appeared calm on the surface, he had murderous thoughts–not against the thing before him but against a group of old, decrepit men. They dared to go after his destined mate, huh…
"I'm hungry."
"I bet you are. But if you eat this man's soul, I'll make your eternity a living hell."
The thing blinked again, seemingly not understanding why Allen was angry.
"You're quite innocent for a daemon's familiar spirit," Allen said with a small chuckle. Do you mind telling me why you're going after the Black Moon tribe's people?"
"I don't know. My master wants some of them dead, but he's never happy whenever I bring someone to him. Will he be happy if I bring this one?"
"I don't think so. What happens when it doesn't want the men and women you bring it?"
"He tells me to feed on them."
"So they're already dead."
Allen let out a sigh. He had hoped that maybe, just maybe, the villagers would be alright. However, his hopes were quickly dashed.
"I need to go now, so sleep."
The thing stretched a hand to grab Allen's forehead, but the White Moon tribe's chief didn't let him do as he pleased and caught his wrist.
"I won't allow you to leave with him. If you want to go, get out of his body and go back in your spiritual form."
"I can't do that. I have to bring someone today since I failed yesterday. My master is growing impatient."
"Sorry, kid. I don't care whether your master is happy or whether you're hungry. I won't let you take this man. He is mine, after all."
Nyell did agree to be his during his stay at the Black Moon tribe, so Allen wasn't lying. Spiritual beings were sensitive to lies, and he didn't want to anger this young thing. Honesty was the first step if he wanted to get across it without hurting Nyell in the process.
"He is yours?" The thing frowned.
"He is."
"Hm. Both of your souls seem linked. Why?"
"Do you know what destined mates are?"
"No, I don't."
"It's something wonderful. I've been waiting to meet mine my whole life, so I cannot let you take him from me."
"But…"
"I know, you have to bring someone with you. So, how about me? Your master won't be happy with Nyell, but it may be with me."
"Why? You're not from the Black Moon tribe."
Allen smiled, his eyes soft but sorrowful.
"Because I know something it doesn't."
***
Nyell opened his eyes to an empty hut; Allen was nowhere in sight. It left him speechless. Who said he wouldn't take his eyes off of him again?
And, let's be honest, he had half-expected the man to crawl into his bed while he slept.
To enter someone's dream, Nyell first had to be asleep, and since Nyell wasn't a shaman, he needed Allen's guidance, meaning that they had to be physically in contact. It allowed Allen to reach his spirit through the mediums of their connected bodies. Of course, Nyell refused to let the man take him in his arms, only allowing him to hold his hand. He still forbade Allen from climbing onto his bed so the man could only sit on the ground by his bedside. It didn't mean he'd follow through during his sleep. The bastard was an opportunist.
"That guy is honestly weird," Nyell mumbled, rubbing his eyes to help him wake up. "I should be the one complying with his orders, not the other way around."
Nyell was supposed to be 'his' during his stay at the Black Moon tribe. It was their deal, yet Allen hadn't brought it up. The only thing he did was stick to him like his shadow.
"Well, it has only been three days. Things can change."
Not like he wanted them to change. He was just surprised. The White Moon tribe's chief had asked his father to hand him over like he was nothing more than a commodity, so he hadn't expected the man to treat him like a living being.
"Oh, whatever."
Nyell chased the thoughts away and got up, only to step on a sheet of paper. Odd. They didn't have paper in his tribe, as it cost an arm and a leg, and they usually used leaves to communicate and leather for important documents.
Then, it must have been left by Allen.
A bad feeling twisted his bowels as Nyell bent over to take the sheet. On it was written in a cursive, elegant writing:
"Sorry, I won't be able to bring you into an elder's dream tonight. I'm now officially part of the missing persons. See you later."
Nyell didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or get angry. In the end, he opted for the latter. He screamed as he dashed outside, "Myrven, Layla! Your chief is a fucking idiot! I'll wring his neck when I get my hands on him!"
"What did he do this time?" Myrven asked, searching for Allen. Strange. He wasn't following behind his destined mate.
"He went on a date with the enemy, duh."
…Sorry, what?!
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บท 16: I'm Not Worried!
"Is your chief brainless?" Nyell asked for the nth time with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "If he's not, is his brain pea-sized?"
Myrven let out a wry laugh. The young man had been cursing out Allen for an hour straight, yet he didn't have it in him to defend his chief. He could only nod, and Layla did the same by his side.
Allen wasn't brainless, but it was hard to tell what was going through his head. Madmen didn't think like the common folk, and Allen was one of the craziest persons Myrven knew. Of course, his crazy habits were powered by his cleverness and capabilities, although it didn't mean his way of doing things made people happy. Most of the time, it was bad for his aides' hearts, and today was not an exception.
"Do you think he is dead?" Isa asked.
"He isn't."
"How can you be so sure?!"
"Layla and I still have the seal of vows engraved onto our hands. It'd have disappeared if Allen were dead, as he serves as the medium between us and the goddess of vows. Without him, the oath is void."
"It's the first time I've heard about this," Corriel commented. "I thought the bond was unbreakable."
"Shamans don't scream it on rooftops. Some people might turn against them to get rid of their oath instead of abiding by it."
Nyell lowered his eyes to Myrven's hand. The snake surrounding the fern was indeed there. So the bastard was alright. He hadn't had his soul sucked out just yet.
"Can't you find him like you did with my sister yesterday?" Nyell heard himself ask.
"No," Myrven shook his head. "I need his permission to transform. My nose is not sensitive enough in human form. The jungle is overflowing with different smells, and your ex-shaman planted scent pouches in several locations to hide people's trails. I'm sorry."
"Tsk."
"Don't worry too much. Allen seems to have left on his own volition, so he must have a plan."
"Who says I'm worried? I'm just afraid he'll get himself killed before I can kill him myself."
"…"
Fair enough.
Myrven had shared the same thought many times before learning to let go. Allen wasn't someone people could reason with, even less put on a leash. Maybe because of his past, this kid had to do everything alone. He didn't want to involve others; when he did, he either trusted them with his life or was planning their demise.
.
.
Nyell was still cursing out Allen when Myrven, Layla and Isa left for the jungle to gather clues. His sister had been adamant about going, regardless of her twisted ankle. It was almost healed, and werewolves were sturdy. Neither her father nor her brother could discourage her, so she walked out of the hut with Layla and Myrven in tow.
Staying inside and lying still wouldn't solve anything, Isa's words. They might as well try to get something done.
"I'm so pissed off!" Nyell growled once he was left alone with his father. "What's the deal with this goddamn moron?!"
Although Myrven and Layla didn't bring it up, Allen was most likely not the daemon's target. The one who fell under its spell had to be him. Moreover, victims of the daemon didn't leave behind messages like Allen did. Nyell had no idea how he did it, but Allen managed to trick the thing into letting him go and taking him instead.
So, how could Nyell not be angry?
"His deal?" Corriel raised an eyebrow. "You do realize that a destined mate means the world to a werewolf, even more so to a shaman, right?"
"Sorry to break it to you, but that jackass means nothing to me, and I am his destined mate. Whatever you say, I won't change my mind. And no matter how you look at it, it's weird to put yourself in harm's way for someone you've met only a few days ago."
"Uh-huh."
"Why am I even trying to reason with you?" Nyell grimaced. "You're no better than that fool."
Corriel didn't deny it, or it'd be more accurate to say he couldn't deny it. He'd have given up the world and laid down his life for Hulien. But although he'd have done everything for his mate, he couldn't do anything when she fell ill. He watched her slowly wither away every day until she finally drew her last.
When she passed away, it felt like half of his soul had died with her. If it hadn't been for his children and his promise to take care of them, he'd have joined her in the afterlife. A life without his mate was pretty much meaningless.
"You may not like Allen, but I guarantee your feelings will change over time. Destined mates are made for each other."
"Are you the one who taught Isa that bullcrap? No wonder she's so hung up on destined mate stuff. She might be happy with Layla, but I'm not with Allen. I don't care what it's like for others. Allen is everything I don't want my mate to be, except for his gender."
Corriel smiled.
"What's with the smile?"
"Have you not realized yet that you've been glancing at the door every second, waiting for a certain someone to appear?"
"…"
"You should stop making excuses and admit that you're worried."
"I'm not!"
Nyell sprung to his feet and left his father's hut in a huff. He had enough!
He walked toward his quarter but stopped midway and peered at the jungle. He squinted his eyes as if doing so would allow him to see through the dense vegetation.
Allen was somewhere in there.
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The chapter is a little shorter than usual cause I decided to cut a part of it after reading Clozed's comments. I've already written the next chapter (which will be up in a few minutes), and adding anything in between would have been weird! OAO
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