Rescue

They turned to me, in that slow way that made my insides contract before staring at me with those hateful eyes. Again. Always those same repulsive eyes. But fortunately, habit allowed me to overcome this frightening fear in me, especially the thought of this young girl caught in their trap, and who needed my help, as I once needed his, if not more... and that he showed me a lost world that he seemed particularly fond of, and then his own that I will never forget.

And like my previous trackers, they breathed me in from afar, and inevitably came this fascinating astonishment of my fragrance, of my aura, or of I don't know which part of my being was the source of it, and of which even only the smell revealed a mystery that was hidden to myself, but which seemed of an inordinate value.

- Do nothing to this child until the master decides his fate. ordered the group leader. She deserves this for possessing such a scent, such a body, such a...power.

- Aye, aye, master.

They all came at me at once. I jumped off the roof, praying with all my might

that I would be able to use this power once again. And launching myself at the lovely captive, I re-invoked the power of invisibility which, to my relief, was triggered the very moment I touched her.

The enemy's moment of surprise at this surprising ability made him drop the hostage and thus allowed us to disappear without any problem. I instinctively blocked my beautiful friend's mouth while we stood there, anxious and silent, watching our enemies, deceived and angry.

- Where are they?

The chief, alas, did not let himself be dismayed for so little, he quickly found all his composure. On the contrary of his stupid henchmen.

- They can't be far away. They disappeared, they didn't teleport. They must still be around. And with this atmosphere saturated with dark magic," he guessed sardonically, "this amazing power shouldn't last long.

As I thought, their intelligence was dreadful, to the same degree as the darkness of their soul.

So against this kind of uncommon faculty, I decided to use a little trick, as old as the plague itself, but deceptively simple. I threw a pebble to the other side of the alley, as far away as possible, and I had the good idea to make it as invisible as we were. We moved with our pursuers as soon as they heard the thud, as much to confuse the sound of our footsteps as to allow ourselves to advance. When we were far enough away, I guessed the invisibility would last about half an hour. Not enough time to get away properly. So as the heroine I felt I had become by necessity, I dedicated myself to making sure at least one of us could get away.

- Listen to me, we don't have much time. I told her firmly, taking the beautiful teenager by the shoulders. You will go to the station. You'll find the destination written on a poster on the second pillar of the west wing, the one to the left of the soldier's window.

I was amazed at my own memory, although Yriane had only explained it to me once. It must have been another gift of magic. The latter was certainly of indispensable use.

- But if there is nothing written," I continued, calmly, "you will take the 67th line of this same west wing, on the way no doubt you will meet someone named Yriane, my friend, a blonde. She knows you too. Tell her that Dania, that's me," I said, putting my hand on my chest, "is right behind you, but if I still don't arrive as promised, you'll leave.

- Line 67 of the west wing, Yriane. The girl obediently repeated, nodding her head continuously.

- That's it... now go away while the power of invisibility still works.

- But... what about you?

- I'm tough, I'll be fine, don't worry, Yriane will know what to do.

- All right... Good luck Dania.

- Go away, quickly.

Then she disappeared in her turn by greeting me with her hand loaded with recognition and expectation. I took the only way that would take me away from her, without losing sight of the way to the station. But I had to notice that my enemies were too numerous. And the power dissipated, I felt very vulnerable. But despite everything I was, if only a little, greatly comforted that none of them had yet noticed my presence.

But as always the certainty existed only to be forced to collapse in front of the ineluctable decay.