Secrets of Ravenstone: Keeper of La Tecla (The Key) Book One
ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟙

Without words, I excused my presence, walking away from Erik and Jonathan, following Marxus toward the open doors; the rain continued, streaming over the ledge above. Marxus said nothing, folding his arms, staring at me.

“I know what this is about.” I stated, holding my hands up.

“Do you now?” Marxus shifted, “Enlighten me then.”

“This is about that little spat in the van.” I waved my hands in an expressive manner, “So tell me, what are things I’ve yet to understand, because I’d love to know where we stand here.”

Unfolding his arms, he began that promised discussion that at times, grew heated, more temperamental and louder than expected; curious faces glanced in our direction, watching as I pressed my luck by standing up to a man like Marxus with an act of bravery, and respect.

“I don’t know what you want from me, Marxus. I really don’t.” I continued, “I’m doing the best I can, under the pressure that you are putting me through, so give me a god damn break…” I looked at him, “because you and I both know there is NO turning back. Now, as far as my comment in the van about which version of you I speak with half the time, I am not the only one who notices the differences in the man you present, so obviously there’s a shape-shifter on the Isle that likes the games, or has grudge against you. And to be honest, it would not surprise me if it’s the latter, because you and I also know that animals can’t change their spots or stripes, so I’m pretty sure that expression goes this Demons and Immortals alike.” I huffed, “You’ve been at this for centuries yes, doing what it is like you doing, while as for me, this is all new to me but I’m not blind!” my voice rasped.

“No one said you were stupid, or blind, for it’s on contrary.” Marxus advised, “You’re smarter than all of us think you are, and have that perception allowing you to see things or people, for what they are and that’s good.”

“Is it really?” I objected, “Am I seeing you for who you are?”

Standing perplexed, Marxus knew her words held truth.

Everyone standing nearby, grew surprised that Marxus was left speechless by the words of a young woman who didn’t posses such knowledge and experience as the Immortal, but yet she showed strength and character, and wasn’t afraid to speak her mind to someone so powerful. However, as they all caught Marxus’ piercing gaze in their direction, humorously, they turned away pretending they weren’t observing.

“Can I ask you something Marxus?” I continued softly, so the others couldn’t hear, “Why haven’t you done anything about your suspicions regarding Sarah and Nathan, I mean come on, it’s obvious there’s something there, and I’m surprised that poor Jonathan hasn’t broken things off with her, considering her thoughts are pretty loud most of the time. Tell me, please tell me you’ve noticed it, because I can’t, and won’t keep that secret from Jonathan.”

Remaining silent, Marxus glanced toward Nathan and Sarah. He watched as they avoided eye contact for as long as they could and when they locked eyes, he could see the unnatural longing for one another. Sighing in awareness, he lowered his gaze, looking back at her, finishing telepathically,

“Perhaps I have been blind to things around me yes, but you have to understand that things such as what you’re speaking of, have no real importance to me, or the Isle.”

“They’re brother and sister!” I argued, “For god sake Marxus, they’re…” I held back my next string of words, “nevermind.” I shook my head, “I can’t even think about it, but it’s killing me inside knowing that Jonathan might suspect something, but doesn’t want to face the reality of it. He’s my friend, and he deserves better than that, having that done to him behind his back. But you’re right, if it’s none of your business, than I shouldn’t let it become mine but if it’s not dealt with soon, I’ll be the one to handle it once becoming Keeper.” I stared into his Hazel-brown eyes, knowing he saw the dancing flame in mine, “Now, I think everything has been said, don’t you think, or is there anything you’d like to badger me about?” I folded my arms.

“No, I believe that is it.” Marxus surrendered the argument.

“All right then.” I nodded then walked away, but passing the braziers, the flames erupted high and embers spat into the air, “Sorry.” I called out to everyone, noticing their uneasiness by the sudden outburst.

Standing there with nothing left to say, Marxus turned; his eyes scanned the landscape in the distance through the rain. Sighing heavily, he placed his hands in his pockets, needing to think about so many things, but then he glanced over his left shoulder, hearing Thomas approach quietly.

“Is…everything all right between the two of you?”

“Yes.” Marxus grinned in friendship, “Just temperamental.”

“Mm-hmm.” Thomas nodded, knowing that wasn’t it, “So, the engine looks good, it can handle the roads from here on out.”

“Good. Very good, thank you Thomas.” Marxus appreciated, then he turned, announcing loudly, “Everyone listen up…” he watched as the young men and women turned to him, “there are dark clouds rolling in faster than I anticipated and it does appear that they are going to stick around for a few hours, so make camp in some of the drier stalls.” he clapped his hands.

“Wait, a bloody second!” Sarah stood, protesting loudly, “You can’t be serious, you can’t make us stay here! I mean, look at it…” she gestured around, “where are we going to sleep?!”

“I have to agree with Sarah.” Erik added, missing his bed.

“If neither of you like it, you can sleep in your tent, and in the rain, I really don’t care, but if we replace that you floated away in the morning, it was nice knowing the both of you.” Marxus snapped, growing tired of the persistent complaints from the spoiled youth, “Now, the rest of the men and I will pitch the tents while you, Sarah and Yzavela, will have the van. Just for the night that is.” he glanced in their direction, “The seats do lay flat, so it should provide enough space for you and yes, of course, Zanzabarr.” he looked toward the wolf that laid near his pack mother, “And I better not…hear one more…word in complaint.” he pointed his finger in Sarah’s direction, hearing her whimper, “We wake at dawn, hopefully rain passes then.”

“BUGGER OFF.” Sarah thought, “You better not snore.” she leered at her.

“Oh yeah, like a blow horn.” I mocked, “Especially him. None of us will be able to sleep.” I pulled Zanzabarr’s leash, heading toward the van.

Sarah rolled her eyes, following behind her in shuffling steps.

Marxus, Erik and Jonathan stood aside, using their magic to repair some of the holes in the roof, blocking most of the rain so it wouldn’t flood the interior overnight, as well as creating protective barriers around the structure from any unwanted, unseen threats.

As the evening passed, things were quiet between everyone. Sharing snacks and packed meals, Thomas’ wife had made sure there was food for everyone, during the first two, maybe three days. With the delicious flavors of the Italian foods, it didn’t last long.

“Remind me to thank your wife when we get home.” I broke the silence, “And to get the recipe, because my mom would…” I swallowed another bite, “love this.” I poked another forkful.

“Thank you, little Miss.” Thomas answered, then glanced at the food container, missing his wife’s touch, but he saw her face clearly as if she stood in front of him.

“Don’t worry, brother…” Anthony reached over, gently and teasing, grasping his shoulder, “she’ll be fine without you for a while, so will little ones. And just think too…” he nudged his older brother, “this will just be another Giovanni tale to tell the kids, hmm?” he smiled before releasing a soft chuckle, of which Thomas returned before nudging his little brother.

Sitting across from them, noticing their closeness, it made me smile. Lowering my gaze, I missed my mom, hoping she was all right and that’s when it occurred to me, I hadn’t called her. Excusing myself momentarily, I stepped aside behind the van, calling her. Staring at the screen, waiting for her to answer, I was relieved when did.

“Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?!” Lady D said worriedly, “I told you to call me.”

“I know, and I’m sorry, things got a little crazy and I couldn’t. Mommy, I’m sorry but I’m fine.” I reassured her, “We are all here, safe and sound.”

“Safe and…” Lady D leaned in closer to the screen, “w-where are you?” her eyes saw the dark background.

“A barn.” I looked around, “It’s raining, Marxus didn’t want to chance it on the road.” I shrugged.

“Ah, well…” Lady D nodded, “smart choice, I suppose and he made sure that you and Sarah are separated from the men?”

“Yes, Mommy…we’ll be sharing the van.” I shook my head.

“All right. Well, I’ll let you go.” Lady D sighed, “I love you.”

“Love you too, and yes…” I interrupted her, “I promise I will call, or at least text, you in the morning.”

“Better than nothing. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” I waved then ended the call. Returning back to my seat, I looked around, then toward Marxus, “So Marxus, do you have any bonfires tales to tell us?”

“None that are for your ears.” the man answered as he stood. Approaching the tents with such intent, he addressed, “It is getting late, we should get some rest.”

“But I’m not tired.” Sarah muttered.

“Disculpe, ¿era otra queja?” Marxus leered at her, asking if that was another complaint, “What was that?” he asked again, but in words she understood.

“Nothing.” she squeaked with an awkward smile

“Mm.” Marxus groaned, then straightened his posture, “Get to bed, all of you!” he turned, glaring over his shoulder at the young woman.

Everyone grabbed their backpacks; the men retired to pitched tents, while Sarah and I withdrew into the van on the seats, replaceing them a little too hard, but laying a few blankets along them, it provided some relief. Glancing at the windows, I was grateful that their tinted panels kept any unwanted peek-ins.

During the night, however, Marxus never slept, as he paced. Peeking through one of the holes in the roof, trickling water, he observed Axeon flying among the dark sky sparkling with a bright blanket of stars. Retrieving for one of the umbrellas near the door, left to dry out, he stepped outside to speak with the great blue dragon that landed gracefully nearby.

“Evening, Axeon.” Marxus greeted.

“Greetings, Immortal.” the dragon bowed his head, “Why are you not resting with the others?” he glanced toward the barn.

“Too many things running through my mind.” Marxus’ eyes glanced at his feet, “Are you sure this is what needs to be done?” he raised his gaze, taking in the dragons’ beauty.

“Indeed it is.” Axeon nodded, “However, there is an obstacle that lays ahead on your path.” he laid down, folding his wings along the length of this body, wrapping his tail around close.

“What obstacle?” Marxus stepped forward, “What is it?”

“The location that you have set on your path, is no longer in its place.” Axeon revealed cryptically, “Everything you once knew, has changed and not for the benefit of well being.”

Frowning, Marxus was confused.

“What are you saying?”

“There is a town ahead of you, that you must not enter, for if you do, all of you, or them, will perish by their hand and will beg for a swift death than what awaits them.” Axeon bluntly spoke verbally.

Widening his eyes, Marxus heard someone stirring inside. As he glanced at the barn, it was just lumps of hay blowing from the strong breeze sweeping across the area. Sighing heavily, he glanced up at the dragon begging pleadingly,

“Is there any other way?”

“If you wish to extend your travels, venturing in the opposite direction?” Axeon questioned.

“No, no…I can’t do that.” Marxus fretted, “But tell me, what is this place?” he approached the dragon, reaching out his left hand, touching the soft scales on his snout, “Show me, please.”

Axeon closed his eyes, groaning softly, sharing images with the Immortal; images that were too horrific to describe with words.

Pulling away, dropping the umbrella, Marxus gasped.

“No, you can’t be serious?!” he looked at Axeon, “You cannot expect me to leave them there, not in that place!”

“I expect nothing of you, I am only here to make sure that you are not brought to harm, and that of the half-breed inside, for I have seen that only she, with the cooperation of some in her company that will remain with her, can save them. And it is not something that you can change, not matter how much you try.” Axeon advised firmly, “You must do this, if she is to prove herself to you, the orb and yes, to herself as well.”

Feeling a lump in his throat, fearing the outcomes of his decision, Marxus nodded, reaching for the umbrella. Gazing upon the dragon once more, he turned away, returning to the barn but glancing back, Axeon pushed himself from the ground, flying high above, before cloaking himself among the dark sky.

“Dios mío, no puedo hacer esto... No puedo hacerles esto, nunca lo harán.” he pondered, not wanting to do this to all of them, because they’d never trust him again after this, but he knew that if Axeon had foreseen the outcomes, they be seen through.

Dawn approached, after breakfast of powdered eggs, coffee and tea, the party was on our way. Anthony drove, listening to Marxus’ instructions, guiding him down the roads of his knowledge. Following the curve up a slight hill, then down again, it felt as if we were on a roller coaster. Ugh.

Having a moment to myself, I watched on the map Marxus had given me, the cities of Edinburgh and Glasgow marked themselves but we were nowhere near them, but we did pass through smaller towns in between that held nothing of great interest, except for being abandoned land and properties. As I tucked the map away, I called out, asking Marxus about the Isle of Skye, breaking the tension brewing between myself and Sarah, and of course Nathan.

Over his shoulder, Marxus stated the Isle was further out, and that it too, was a magical place full of ancient sprites and nature beings that kept to themselves, as well as druids that still followed the old ways, never venturing to the modern world.

“I don’t blame them.” I muttered.

“Neither do I.” Anthony praised.

“All right, over there.” Marxus advised Anthony to park on a slope that should overlook that valley below where they’d all pass through.

Paying no attention to the terrain, Anthony parked carefully.

Marxus quickly climbed out of the van, approaching the edge that crumbled from his weight, he was safe enough to see and was disappointed, because Axeon was right. Growing a deep frown, his Hazel eyes scanned the area, while he mumbled too low for any of his passengers to hear. He wondered what had happened, and where the campground had gone for all he saw was a place he didn’t want to venture, especially after having the horrific images of the future events that would soon take place.

Gathering around Marxus, the rest of us overlooked the deep valley below; a rundown town appeared to be abandoned and desolate.

“Is this the campground?” Jonathan questioned.

Large buildings appeared to be good in condition, though it was difficult to say for sure, but it appeared that everything ran on steam with no electricity, despite four tall, old towers placed along the four corners of the town. Their wires hung in awkward loops, totally out of place. Piping created an eerie, and grotesque entry with large cogwheels, hooks and chains.

“Well, that mustn’t be healthy living.” Erik observed all of the black steam spitting from the pipes and chimneys on the rooftops, “And bloody hell, what’s that smell?” he pinched his nose, trying not to breathe in the noxious odor.

“I don’t think I want to go through there.” I worried.

“Thomas, would you hand me the binoculars?” Marxus asked, turning to him, “They’re in my bag.”

Thomas nodded, rushing back to the van, opening the trunk. Reaching for Marxus’ bag, shifting through the contents that weren’t much, he pulled out a pair of strong binocular with a superior range. Returning to the ledge, handing them to the man, he received an appreciative nod.

Adjusting the lenses, Marxus stood there for several minutes, mumbling HMM and MMM in different tones, that began to frighten his companions. Lowering the device, he turned, and stepped toward the van in silence, leaning against its side; his eyes stared at his feet for the longest time.

“Marxus?” I asked curiously, “What’s wrong, what’d you see?”

“Things, uh…” he cleared his throat, “certainly have changed since the last time I’ve been through here.” he looked at her, “I remember clearly there was a campground there.”

“Maybe we’re in the wrong place?” Nathan took the moment seriously, worrying about what was seen, “What did you see?”

“The people I saw walking around, didn’t and don’t, look like people we want to encounter.” Marxus revealed bluntly.

“Meaning what?” Erik questioned curiously.

Looking at the young man, Marxus said nothing.

“Thomas, can I speak with you a moment?” Marxus urgently looked at the Italian that stood caught in between what to say, and what to do.

“Yes, of course.” Thomas nodded, then veered around the van.

Not wanting their conversation overheard, Marxus created a barrier around them, blocking the Demons and half-breed in their company from listening in telepathically.

“Thomas, calm down!” Marxus urged, “Please.”

“Calm down?! You want me to calm down after telling me…” Thomas leered at him, “that you’re going to leave them here? Marxus, are you insane?! Look at that place, that is no place for them, nor anyone for that matter, you can’t expect me to go along with this, I’m sorry but you cannot.”

“And yet I do.” Marxus affirmed, “I know what it is you fear, I do, but I have to do this! It must be done, for it has been foreseen.”

“Foreseen?!” Thomas blurted, then continued his rantings in a long Italian speech, stating that he would never question the man’s reasons for doing things, but that all of this was so ridiculous, and he swore that if his brother came to any harm because of what Marxus has seen, he would never hear the end of it, nor will he or the young men and women’s parents ever forgive him, especially since they’ve come to trust him, “Non metterei mai in discussione le tue ragioni, ma questo è fottutamente ridicolo e giuro che se mio fratello dovesse subire qualche danno a causa di quello che hai visto, giuro che non ne sentirai mai la fine e io non perdonerò mai, né lo farà il genitori di quei bambini piccoli che si sono affidati a te per la loro vita!”

“Thomas!” Marxus shouted, closing his eyes.

Peeking around the van, watching the faint shimmer from the dull sun above, I watched as Thomas argued with Marxus; the Italian fiercely protested against what was being said, as he began pacing and waving his hands around, frowning at the man in the process.

“Psst, Yza…” Jonathan whispered, “what’re you doing?” he stood behind her, peeking over her head, around the van.

“Just curious.” I grinned, turning to him.

“Aren’t we all, hmm? Come on, lass.” he gently took her hand, leading her away from the van and toward the ledge, where the others stood, overlooking the valley below, “Here…” both he and Erik created a large window-like bubble in the air, for the others, enhancing the scene below, “consider it a magical magnifying glass.” Jonathan finished with a proud smile.

“Cool.” I smiled, “You purebloods have a lot up your sleeves.”

“That and more.” Erik winked.

“Oh yeah.” Jonathan teased.

Sarah huffed, folding her arms, feeling the storm of jealousy brew within her, and it was just a matter of time before she spoke out against the innocent interactions.

Suddenly, Marxus cleared his throat, interrupting the young people gathered near the ledge.

“Everything okay?” Anthony questioned, looking at Thomas.

“Pay attention everyone, please!” Marxus announced over the Italian’s concerns, “I need all of you to listen to me carefully, and please, don’t say a word until I’m finished.”

As everyone nodded, including myself, I suddenly felt all eyes staring at me. Looking around, even toward Marxus, I sighed.

“What?!” I barked, “What are you looking at me for? I’ll be quiet, and I won’t steam.” I glanced toward Marxus, “I promise, and that’s a half-breed’s honor.” I raised my right hand, while my left hand was hidden beneath my sleeve, crossing my fingers.

Shaking his head, while the others smiled, Marxus continued.

“There isn’t much time to explain things, so please let’s get back into the craft and continued forward.” he turned, swiftly combing back into the driver’s seat. Once the door slammed, he peeked out the window, searching for Axeon who flew in slow circular motions, keeping himself cloaked, “Come on!” he lowered his gaze, urging powerfully and loudly.

“What the bloody hell is wrong with him?” Sarah complained.

“I don’t know, probably didn’t have his prunes this morning.” Nathan mocked, looking at her, then back at the van.

“What do you think he saw down there, that he isn’t telling us?” I worried, glancing at Zanzabarr who paced, letting out soft whines, “Come here, boy.” I knelt down, beckoning him toward me; he stood with his ears folded back and his fluffy tail hanging low between his hind legs.

“I don’t know, but…I don’t like this.” Anthony fretted, “What did he say to you over there, that he didn’t want us hearing?” he approached Thomas.

“If I told you, it would mean chaos.” Thomas answered. As he turned, making eye contact with Marxus, he shook his head, knowing this wasn’t going to end well.

“What does that mean?” Anthony rushed after him.

“Tony I’m sorry, but…” Thomas turned to him, “I can’t say.”

“What do you mean you can’t say?” Erik wondered.

Turning to the young man, Thomas looked into his gray eyes, then broke his gaze, turning away, returning to the van with nothing else to say on the matter.

The silence was deafening.

The van backed up, turning around to follow the road leading down the slope. Approaching the piped, chained and hooked entry, the van came to a slow stop. Everyone leaned forward, or glanced out their windows, for a name of the town, but there was none. And it looked different up close, from the hill the buildings somewhat appeared to be in good condition, but up close, they were old and rusted, run down shacks painted in peeling shades of gray and brown; the windows were shattered, and the doors hung on old hinges. There were men and women, with children, scattering across the street from building-to-building, dressed in steampunk clothing and skins. The men had spiked hair styles, Mohawks, or were shaved bald, covered in tattoos and piercings, while the women were plain and sloppy, with dyed stringy hair of various colors hanging in their faces, pulled back in ponytails, buns or side braids. And whatever children that could be seen, appeared barefoot, filthy and unkempt.

“I don’t like this.” I complained, “All of you have seen movies, right? You know, The Hills Have Eyes and all that?” I looked around, receiving expressions of NOT HELPING YZA, “Uh, sorry.” I rasped, shrugging, “It’s true.”

“She’s right.” Anthony argued, “Can’t we go around?”

“Keep the windows up, these people might not have had swift encounters with people like us, much less dressed the way we are in our…” Marxus snapped over his shoulder, making the blunt emphasis on the next two words, “DARK CLOTHING. Not to mention, ever seeing a vehicle like this one.” he took his foot off the brakes.

“Marxus, you are blind mate?!” Erik objected loudly, reaching out his hand gesturing through the window, “Have you seen their bloody clothing?! They’re wearing DARK CLOTHING!”

Cursing in his Spanish tongue, Marxus leered at him.

“Erik…don’t.” he warned.

Leaning back, Erik sulked, folding his arms.

“Nicely done.” I praised telepathically.

Looking at her, raising an eyebrow, he flashed a brief grin.

Sighing heavily, tightening his grip on the wheel, Marxus cautiously drove through the entrance; his Hazel-brown eyes watched as the townsfolk erratically scampered into nearby buildings, while some grew brave enough to stand in their doorways, expressing unfriendly frowns and scowls. Slowly, he maneuvered the van down the street, until parking outside a rundown, and I mean literally a rundown, tavern with only one wooden plank hanging from rope, gruesomely naming the establishment with letters carved into the wood:

THE HOOKD AND HANGD TAVRN

“The hooked and hanged tavern?” I mumbled sarcastically, “Right, because that’s inviting, come on in and we’ll eat you.”

“Yza…” Anthony whispered.

“Sorry.” I looked at him with wide eyes.

Bolted beneath the sign, swinging in the breeze, was a giant hook used for slabs of meat you’d replace in a butcher shop. That really said a lot about what kind of place this was, and what kind of people that dwelt here. Waiting, unsure of what to do, no one moved as they sat frozen in their seats, while glancing out the windows, watching as some of the townsfolk exited their buildings, brave enough to approach the craft. As their dirty hands cautiously ran over the smooth black paint, they were impressed by the architecture of the new on the market technology, for it was the first time they’ve seen anything of its like in these parts. There were no vehicles, except horses and wagons in a stable toward the end of town, or steampunk motorcycles. An old, rusted pickup truck was parked toward the end of the long street, with its tires torn from the rim, its engine busted beneath its open hood, and shattered windows.

Turning in his seat, hearing soft feminine whimpers, Marxus studied every face of his passengers; nothing but fear gazed back at him. Frowning, he would hate himself for what he had to do. Watching as the figures outside gathered in thick clusters around the craft, he cleared his throat, quickly and elegantly stroking his goatee, before muttering bluntly.

“I want all of you to stay here, while I go inside to see where we are, and whatever you do, do not follow me inside, is that clear?” he looked around, raising a finger.

“Absolutely.” the words rushed from my lips.

“No problem.” Sarah shrieked, holding onto Jonathan’s arm.

“For once, we won’t argue.” Nathan groaned.

Marxus nodded, then turned, shifting in his seat. Looking at Thomas, he bowed his head then placing his hand on the door, he took a deep breath with hesitation then quickly pushed it outward. As he did, the crowd ran off in different directions, frightened his presence, and standing from afar, they pointed. Standing out in the worst way possible, but elegant with his straight posture, dressed in his expensive white pea-coat, and black jeans, hiking boots and leather gloves, the townsfolk, in that moment, seemed to be intimidated by his presence, for it how was he carried himself, as someone you didn’t want, or dared to, mess around with.

Thomas reached over, quickly closing, and locking the door, then he and everyone else in the seats behind him, leaned forward, watching as Marxus approached the tavern.

Standing at the bottom of the steps, looking around, Marxus grew a worried frown, then took slow steps upward on loose and unstable planks from his weight. Ignoring the onlookers, he made his way to the front doors of the tavern that were old and rusted, and behind him, in the dead silence of the town with no name, not even the sound of crickets sang their songs. All that was heard, were hissing and whispering from the townsfolk in a menacing manner as some crowded around the railing that surrounded the walkway around the tavern. He turned, glancing over his shoulder toward the van.

“Just be done with it, Marxus.” he told himself.

“Be careful.” Yzavela’s voice entered his mind.

Looking at the van, peeking through the windows, there she was, offering a brief wave before retreating back to her seat. Groaning, he turned, reaching out his hands hesitantly, and taking a deep breath, he pushed open the doors, creating an unsettling creak that could be heard from the van and across the street. Entering the establishment, Marxus’ Hazel-brown eyes scanned around briefly, ignoring the decor and group of men sitting near the door, playing a game of cards, of which they laid down to study him. Taking slow steps toward the bar, he avoided touching the surface, clasping his hands behind his back.

“Excuse me?” he called out to the barkeeper behind the bar, who stood with his back facing him, “Excuse me?” he asked once more.

“I hear you.” the man barked, “I not bad of hearing.” he eerily turned to the Immortal.

Minutes passed.

This place looked like a ghost town, all I waited for were the tumbleweeds to roll by. Just you wait, they will, if Marxus did not hurry his a** up and get us the hell out of here!

“What’s taking him so long?” Jonathan worried, biting one of his nails, “He’s been in there for what?” he looked down at his watch, “Twenty minutes, do you think he’s all right?” he tapped his hands against the seat in front of him, annoying Anthony, who reached his hand over his shoulder, grabbing his hands.

“Please…stop that.” the Italian growled.

“Sorry.” Jonathan pulled his hands away.

“This is Marxus we’re talking about, of course he’s all right.” I worried, “But if anyone sees someone glowing, or maybe something exploding, then you know he’s not.”

“I’m not sure of this place.” Erik added, looking around, “It’s bloody creepy.” he felt a shiver run down his spine.

“Yes it is.” Thomas frowned, knowing what was to come and it was killing him inside, knowing there was nothing he could do to change Marxus’ mind.

“There!” Sarah pointed toward the tavern doors, “There he is!”

“How much do you want to bet, he’s going to make us stay?!” Jonathan mumbled, then grunted, feeling a hard slap against the back of his head, “Ouch…” he turned, looking at Erik, “what the f*ck was that for?!”

“Just shut up!” Erik snapped.

“That’s not funny!” Nathan protested, shifting forward, “And if we are staying here, they’re eating you first.”

“Enough!” Thomas shouted, “No one’s eating anyone!”

Marxus approached the craft in fast strides, standing outside Thomas’ window. Tapping the glass, he gestured the Italian to lower the glass, and once it rolled down, he looked inside.

Knowing something wasn’t right, I tightened my fists, seeing the look of disappointment in his eyes and it worried me.

“What’s that look for?!” I wondered, but he didn’t answer.

“Marxus, what is it?” Anthony asked.

Glancing around, then pinching the ridge of his nose, Marxus squinted as if expecting their reaction to his reply. Lowering his hand, the words spilled from his lips.

“There’s good news, and bad. The good is, unfortunately this is the correct location I had in mind but…”

“But the bad news?” Nathan leaned forward, looking at him.

“It’s under new ownership.”

“Subtle.” Anthony groaned.

“That’s not all, is it?” Sarah complained.

“No, it’s not. I’m afraid some of you are going to stay here.” Marxus finished, “Just for a little while.”

“WHAT?!” a chorus of voices protested, talking at once.

“Quiet!” Marxus shouted in a commanding tone, “For once, no talkback, please!” he placed his hands on the window frame, “I spoke to the barkeeper, he told me there’s a large supply store back the way we came, but unfortunately it was on a turn-off road that we overlooked because of the rain, and since the van is running low on fuel, we need to lighten the weight, which is why some of you will stay here. Hopefully, it won’t take us long to drive back there and return.”

“You’ve got to be kidding?!” I objected, “You want us to stay?! Marxus, have you seen these people, they’re looking at us like we’re food!” I quickly waved my hands around, gesturing at the townsfolk nearby, “You told us we didn’t have to stay any longer than we needed to, and now you’re going back on your word! Why…” I shifted forward, “why can’t we just drive the way we came and figure it out then?! We’ve come this far!” my dark eyes looked at him pleadingly.

“I have to admit, she’s right.” Nathan argued, “None of this…” he spat out the window, “makes any sense, Marxus. Leave us on the hill that overlooked this place, but not here.” he shook his head.

“I hear you, I do but please, I need you to cooperate with me.” Marxus pleaded bluntly, “I…” he sighed, “I don’t like it either, but there is no other choice, the craft will not carry all of us and we will wind up stranded here anyway.” he pulled his hands away, “Besides, it’s part of your training, all of you. I need to see how you interact with OTHERS.” he glanced around him, And in certain conditions.”

“Training?” everyone muttered.

“I’ll stay with them.” Anthony announced, ignoring the rants.

“Anthony, no!” Thomas turned in his seat, worrying for him.

“It’s all right, Thomas.” he smiled at his brother, “I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” Marxus questioned, wanting his permission.

“Si, yes.” Anthony nodded, then leaned in, grabbing Thomas’ shoulder, reassuring him in their Italian tongue that he’ll be fine, “Va bene, Thomas…Starò bene.”

“Very good. Thank you, Anthony.” Marxus appreciated, “The barkeeper reassured me, after making a financial deal, that all of you will be safe for the time being. The people here aren’t welcoming to strangers passing through, so you need to stay to yourselves and keep your mouths shut. Especially the two of you.” he looked at both Sarah and Yzavela.

She and I exchanged worried expressions. It was taking all of my energy and respect for Marxus to remain quiet. Looking at Erik and Jonathan, I knew they both waited for me to say something.

“Come now, out. Quickly.” Marxus stepped back, “I would, in my honest opinion, keep your things in the van, that way you won’t be so vulnerable to having them taken from you. Now, even though you might not be too keen on the idea, Yzavela, Zanzabarr will have to stay in the craft, for I don’t think such a wolf as him, would be allowed inside.”

Nodding hesitantly, I turned to Zanzabarr, while everyone in a rush, emerged from the van, standing around Marxus.

“Be a good boy.” I scratched his neck worriedly. It would be the first time we would be separated, except for when I had him neutered. Kissing his snout through the muzzle, I quickly tied his leash to the bar running along the inside of the trunk’s door then turned, climbing out. Slamming the door, ignoring his loud howls and whines, and scratching of his paws on the windows, my heart sunk to my feet.

“He’ll be fine.” Marxus placed a hand on her shoulder.

“You take care of him.” I leered at him, “Or else.” I pushed his hand away, turning to Anthony who stood nearby.

Marxus frowned, and deep down, he regretted having to see this through, he was dying inside because he cared about all of them. Stepping aside with Thomas, they whispered softly.

“Ready for an adventure?” Anthony teased gently.

“That’s not funny, wolf.” Erik complained, growing jealous of Anthony’s close to the half-breed, and her closeness to him.

“He’s right.” I looked at up the Italian, “Not the wolf thing.” I shrugged, “But about it not being funny, cause it’s not funny.”

“It’s all right, little Yza.” the Italian smiled, “He doesn’t like me, that’s fine. I don’t particularly care for his race either, as they smell like ash and sulfur.” he glanced at Erik.

“Hey, come on man…what the hell?” Jonathan mumbled.

Even though Anthony had nothing against other races, he let out a deep growl taking steps toward the two young men.

Looking around, I stood between them.

“Stop it, now isn’t the time for this! Please, guys come on!” I pushed both Erik and Anthony back, “Look around, there are eyes watching everything we do, and if they see we’re falling apart now, who’s to say what it makes them think, hmm?”

“She’s right.” Anthony nodded, “Apologies, little Yza, truly.” he bowed his head toward her, then turned, cursing in Italian, leaving Erik and Jonathan irritated. Shaking my head as I too, stepped away, I paced nervously.

“Just remember what I told you.” Thomas warned Marxus, “If anything happens to any of them, you will answer to me, and their parents. I know Yzavela has experienced with what this cruel world has to offer, and what goes on around her, but it’s the others, they know nothing and are too spoiled with all of the comforts of the island. They’re sheltered and innocent, except Anthony, of course. But have you seen the weaponry that…” he looked around, “these people carry? None of it is natural.” he spotted a man scampering away with a butcher’s knife in hand, “Look that man, Marxus…” he turned the Immortal around, “he’s carrying a butcher’s knife!” he worried, “I don’t think I can do this, I’m sorry.” he shook his head.

“Yes, I am aware but Thomas please…I need you.” Marxus pleaded bluntly, “I can’t do this if you’re not with me, and the sooner we can leave, the sooner we can return and be on our way, hmm?”

“I’d hate to see their menu, that’s all I’m saying.” Thomas let out a scoffing joke that wasn’t perceived as such. Looking at Marxus, he apologized, “What about Nathan?”

“Yes, Nathan.” Marxus nodded, “He’ll be coming with us.” he glanced over his shoulder toward the young man that tried to comfort his sister, holding her close.

“He won’t like that, leaving his sister here.” Thomas advised.

“I know.” Marxus sighed, then turned, announcing loudly, “It is time we get going, Nathan…” he looked toward the young man, “you’ll be coming with Thomas and I, while the rest of you stay here.”

“W-what?!” Sarah shrieked, “No, I need him here with me.”

“Sarah, please…” Marxus argued.

“No, she’s right. I should stay here.” Nathan thought about it.

“I said…you will be coming with Thomas and I.” Marxus, in a deep tone, affirmed, “And that is that.”

“Nothing about this makes any f*cking sense!” Nathan spat at the ground, pulling away from Sarah’s gripping hands, “Sarah, just…” he turned to her, grabbing her small shoulders, “stay here, and I’ll be back for you, I promise.” he looked deep into her blue eyes, “It’ll be all right.” he stroked her chin then took steps back, gathering near Thomas and Marxus, then turned, climbing into the van, slamming the door.

“You be careful.” Thomas whispered, “I don’t know why he’d make this journey knowing it’s the full moon tonight.” his dark eyes looked toward Marxus and Nathan, “Bringing two Lycynians that are hours away from their shift, this doesn’t make any sense.” he sighed.

“Aye, it’s the full moon but I’m trying not to think about it.” Anthony moaned, feeling the effects from the moon that was hours away from rising high in the sky, causing their full and monstrous transformations, “Just…” he closed his eyes, “keep an eye on Nathan, hmm?”

Gripping his younger brother’s shoulders, looking deeply in his eyes, Thomas nodded, then felt Anthony’s hands gripping his shoulders, before pulling away. As the older brother, in slow steps, retreated into the van, Marxus approached those that would be left behind. Offering reassuring words, guiding them to the door, he instructed them to head inside and replace immediate seating arrangements. Backing away, he returned to the craft, climbing into the driver’s seat, but waited until the young ones were inside the door before driving off.

Turning around, looking at the old doors, Sarah glanced up at the sign hanging above them, watching the hook stained with, what she hoped was just rust, swinging in the breeze. Feeling Jonathan’s hands wrap around her waist from behind her, she glanced at him, receiving a reassuring smile before he planted a soft kiss to her cheek.

“Let’s go.” Anthony urged, leading them inside.

“What about you?” I looked up at him, “Today’s the full moon, isn’t it?” I worried, because we didn’t need him shifting.

“Which is why we need to remain calm, hmm?” he nodded.