Touch of darkness 2

She had nothing left to do than let the darkness take her to wherever it normally took her to when she passes out.

She silently cursed the unconsciousness for always intervening with her black knight. She had never wished to be wide awake more than she wished to right now and now she was sure that she wasn't hallucinating . . . She had seen this guy when she had stumbled upon a forest in her bathroom and now that she thinks about it . . . it looked farmiliar but she couldn't pinpoint where else she had seen it. All that could wait-

What gibberish thoughts!

She smiled drousily. All she wanted was to stay awake enough for her to be able to recognise her saviour and be able to thank him properly for always being in time to save her ass but that seemed like something too much to ask from the universe.

Is that really what you want to say to him Dana? A thank you?

Okay maybe her subconscious knew her better than she thought but was that, at any chance a bad thing?

Well is admiring someone from a distance a bad thing?

Focus Dana . . . F O C U S!

A wheezing sound came out of her mouth, followed by a cough and she felt a shooting pain run through her ribs that did her no justice given her already existing struggle to breathe. She heard a faint voice with a thick accent but none that her mind could register so she assumed it was her saviour speaking or was it an angel? When did she even start growing a crush on random strangers that she couldn't be sure of whether they were real or just a figment of her imagination.

"She can't control the power she was given, Sire"

"She will learn, everything that looks perfect today went through a storm trying to grasp shape and direction"

"Should we let her rest a bit?"

"Wake her up, we are running out of time. The darkness is closing in on us at a rapid rate"

The old man was perplexed. The kind of magic vested upon the child was too much and it came out too strong. At this rate, she was going to pass out simply from exertion and that wasn't a risk he was willing to take. Its a huge opening for a fatal blow that could end her life and that was just unacceptable!

"She needs to redirect the outpour . . . share the magic with an inanimate object so that she can be able to withstand its awakening and still put it to good use without passing out, Sire"

The young man sounded troubled and he could understand his worries. It was his duty to protect her life, even at the cost of his. How could one protect someone who was a danger to themselves. He pitied the sentinel for a brief moment before looking at the motionless druid on the ground. This wasn't exactly what he signed up for! Where in the gods name were the other druid women who were supposed to train and help her harness her magic? Were they baiting her? He couldn't understand nor come up with a single reason why they didn't bother themselves to train her.

She fluttered her eyelids which refused to open against her her best efforts.

'What is happening' she had never come across such a thing.

'You have exhausted your vessel' a masculine voice infiltrated her senses and she gasped.

'You can talk in my head?' yes, you are going to be fine.

'Who are you?'

'I am the sentinel'

Nothing more? No further explanation?

She was getting frustrated with her body refusing to listen to her. Since when does she need a sentinel? So the old man makes decision on her behalf without so much as a hint to her just because he concluded she was suicidal? He must be kidding!

'Wake me up' she shouted to see the man flinch and the next moment she opened her eyes, her vision was blurry.

She rubbed her eyes roughly to clear the fog and noticed she wasn't in the arena anymore.

"Where am I? Where is the old man?" She fired the questions at once.

"He is waiting for you outside"

Did she need some privacy? With that thought in mind, her gaze took a quick sweep at herself and found herself still dressed in the same manner she remembered, her track and hoodie still intact. Not even a piece missing. The man finally caught up to her suspicion and cleared his throat.

"My job was to enforce your safety and wellbeing, nothing outside of that protocol"

If he didn't have a stone cold appearance, he would've been crimson with the rather unexpected suggestion by the lady and he saw her somewhat dampening mood. He could talk to her if she needed someone to talk to but he couldn't pry on her private thoughts so he kept his stoic face intact, not hoping for things that may lend him in trouble.

She decided on finding the old man, she stood up from the soft bedding and stepped out of the room only to realise it was nowhere near the cabin they had been to when she blacked out. She spotted the old man facing away from the door, his back straight.

"We need to talk" she decided to broach the subject while it still ran fresh in her mind.

"You're awake"

He didn't make an effort to turn around, he remained facing away from her so she decided to get as close as she could to him to avoid shouting from a distance. Whatever he was watching, she wouldn't mind seeing if it held her interest.

"You have been very helpful to me which is more than I can say about the others who were telling me next to nothing. I know you mean well but I don't need a body guard or whatever fancy name that guy calls himself. What happened in the forest, won't happen again" She was babbling and she knew it but she needed to say it so the man can stop treating her like a minor who needs chaperoning.

"I have nothing to do with your Sentinel, Princess"

"Ther is no way you . . . wait, what did you just say?"

He has nothing to do with him? What did that even mean? Wasn't he the one who called him and this guy started showing up after the old man so what was the meaning of this?

"The Sentinel. I wpuld like to take credit for making or waking him up but I do not have any role in what he does or doesn't decide to do"

'But . . . '

"I know it seems like it but the Sentinel is an independant player, Princess. His decisions could only be influenced by your actions. His job is to keep the perimeter around you safe for you to take the next step. He is not here nor there. He is triggered by your distress but I'll leave him to explain his job while I stick to my promise to train you. It seems even your magic is untrained"

"I thought you knew that already"

"I had an inkling but now its an established fact. When you said you have had an interaction with Didier, I assumed that you have had an awakening but that was not the case, was it" this time, he turned to look at her eyes in anticipation for her answer.

"Didier?" she tested the name in her tongue to see if it rang a bell but it didn't, only that she's encountered a lot of strange people and Didier fit a male name "Is that her name . . . Didier? The woman with a booming voice?"

She saw a ghost of a smile that didn't reach up to his eyes touch his features, did she say anything amusing?

"Didier might sound masculine but she was named that by her parents, fully aware of her gender Princess" he still gad an amused expression as if smiling at an ancient memory ir was it a private one? "Yes, that woild be her. Did she teach you nothing?"

"Other than having daylight mares, I can't think of anything else really" she thought back to the few encounters she had had with the women and a single tear escaped her eyelids remembering her best friend Dee "Her presence brought me nothing but pain and loss and now that I think about it, she was the driving force behind my agonised soul" she scowled, how could such a person be considered as good?

"The Circle has been infiltrated so they are being misguided without them realising the threat that now resides within them"

"Wait, my grandmother said something like that before she passed away. What does it mean for me? That I've been misguided as well?"

"No, you have been left dangling as bait to the dark forces. I am sure Rudrik has appeared before you in the recent past, no?

"Rudrik . . ."

"The Lord of Vengeance" he didn't let her think hard about the name, time was of essence.

"He killed my . . . friend" she paled thinking about Sasha. Why was he opening up her healing wounds?

"Ah!" he said as if it should've been obvious for him without asking.

"You knew" she spat out, almost in accusation but she knew it's unfair, the old man was no God to control everyone's actions.

"Your friend . . . did you see her die?"

Did she see her die?

"I think so, yes"

"Tell me what happened, how exactly didshe die" seeing the old man give her his full attention got her anxiety shooting to the sky. Was there something she missed?

"He froze her to crystal before she burst out to a million pieces before my eyes . . . like she had never been flesh and blood" she let the sad memory take full view infront of her eyes, reliving it all over again.

"How special was this friend of yours"

She blushed with butterflies settling in her stomach causing her spine to tingle deliciously as she remembered how Sasha's hot tongue felt on her body.

The old man didn't need an elaborate explanation. He just hummed as if understanding and averted his gaze to the distance once more.

"How would you feel having to slice her head off? Puncture her heart with a dagger?"

Dana flinched seeing the gory picture in her mind.

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Because you're still going to see her but this time, she won't be as sweet as you remembered her"

WTF!