Carefree eyes

The echo of a heavy door slamming open made its way through out the halls. Managing to pant, Seryale leaned on it while looking around. Transforming into a huge creature wasn’t exactly easy. He only used it when time was limited and he faced real danger. But just for that day, it was to save time. It drained a lot of his energy, so his powers had limited until he regained strength after he slept. He was only allowed to do small spells now. The girl was nowhere in sight and the only trace of her was her dirt stricken footsteps. He didn’t expect her to wait for him anyways. He thought her as stupid. He just wondered why Miraye was so accepting of such friends in the first place. No matter.

He was about to take a step forward when he remembered he had just been in bloodshed. He flicked his fingers up and the bloodstains vaporized and disappeared. Taking his cloak in his hands, he fastened it back around his shoulders but didn’t bother to place his hood back on. It was hot under the heavy velvet that touched his face and he wanted to cool off. He only realized that the two guards from earlier weren’t there anymore. They probably went off to consult the shrike or ran off when they heard the shrieks that had occurred earlier. Seryale pushed the door and it closed with a small click.

The sorcerer walked over the muddy footsteps and the tips of his cloak dusted the specks off to leave no evidence. He didn’t want everyone to find out so soon. It would take some time before they discovered that both guard and prisoners had met their deaths in the dungeons. He chuckled to himself thinking of the outcome. He wondered if the shrike was to have a field day. But that would be out of character in a way. Speaking of which, he thought, the girl must be with him right now. He knew too well of what was going to happen in the following moments that lay ahead. He shook his head. It added to his dislike to her.

But what to do until then? He still had to watch over Stelon no matter the case. His plans for her were yet unknown but he was certain to reunite her with Miraye, who wouldn’t accept her back too easily, and Tic. There were some options. Work as another guard in the shrike’s castle without anyone acting suspicious around him or questioning his whereabouts. He didn’t like the idea and snuffed as he continued down the hall. He could also work as a servant boy, but Larkin would probably pick him out and try to commit acts upon him. He didn’t want that chance, either. He’ll be with Stelon the whole time without her noticing, lurking in the shadows and watching her. There was much to do still and events were about to stir before the gods.

His tedious footsteps faintly echoed. He smelt decaying blood and followed where it lead, taking his time. It was at the same time another being crossed his paths. He was heading the direction where Seryale had just come from. It surprised him that the being didn’t stop and question of his authority. He felt security was weak as is and since he invaded the system, it added to his pride. A small smile creaked upon the sorcerer’s lips.

Seryale reached the door where the smell of blood was coming from. He put his ear against the door and recognized the different breaths taken by each individual. Larkin was inside. Stelon was somewhere, not too far behind. He felt no need to keep moving. He walked past the door and leaned against the wall with no care in the world. His thoughts faded back to Miraye as he stared out the window, the clouds floating past and the moons beaming with light.