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Deicide	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1162 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tearing pain in his chest sent Zaksha crashing to the ground. He got to his knees and pushed himself to his feet again. He crossed an arm over his chest and staggered a couple steps, “Johnny!” he called. Familiar pain, sickeningly familiar pain. The hall stayed quiet save for his ragged breathing. “Johnny!” He flapped his wings again but dropped to the floor after his feet were a few inches off the ground and ran down the hall. The sharp whinny of horses filtered through the windows.

In the entry hall Johnny was slumped against a pillar his body too still and face too pale. Zaksha flapped once and made it high enough to glide down next to him. “Johnny?” he whispered. The young street urchin didn’t respond. A rose stain of blood spread across the front of his tunic. The front doors swung open and dark soldier shadows darted in, Zaksha hissed a warning and a few paused, not long, but long enough for him to gather Johnny in his arms and get airborne. Rory’s loud bellow followed him down the hall.

He flew to the scrying room and made an ungraceful landing skidding to the edge of the pool. “Tama.” He gasped. The throbbing pain was worsening and he couldn’t get to his feet. Tama’s power brushed his and for a moment the pain became tolerable but it was just as quickly gone. “Can we…?” he whispered looking up at the elder god pleadingly. Tama kneeled next to him and jerked the arrow out of Johnny’s back. The human didn’t move and Zaksha shuddered with pain and held him close. “We’re too late.” Tama whispered. He pressed a hand against his chest and took a shaky breath. “The balance will never return.” Zaksha said looking down at Johnny’s peaceful face. Tama nodded and heaved himself to his feet. “Rory dies.” His raspy growl didn’t ease the pain. Zaksha looked up at him, “What do we do with Johnny?” he whispered. Tama seemed lost for a moment and pain twisted his features before he controlled them again, “Leave him safe in here for now. We will give him a proper burial once these invaders are dead.”

Zaksha held Johnny’s small body close for a few minutes after Tama left to arm himself. “Twice now I’ve not been able to save you.” He murmured. He kissed his forehead and lay him down at the edge of the scrying pool. “Mother?” he called softly. The mercurial water trembled and he called again, it began to swirl and the sunlight that flashed on the surface sank into the water and the surface caved into a whirlpool before exploding up.

When the water settled Vari stood on the water, her feet just dimpling the surface. Her white robe glimmered like sunlight on water and her hazel green eyes were bright with joy. “My little Zaksha, I’ve missed you’re beautiful voice.” Her own voice had the sing song qualities of a bird. Her bright eyes became sorrowful when she saw Johnny on the floor, “I had hoped Airn’s vision would return soon enough to stop this.” She said. Zaksha bowed his head and took a breath, “Mother,” he wasn’t sure if the sick feeling churning in his stomach was from the disrupted balance or what he was about to ask, “I will give anything to have him back.” The sick feeling increased and he closed his eyes. It was an offer she couldn’t, wouldn’t, refuse. Vari’s thoughtful silence was heavy and he swallowed the butterflies flying up his throat. “What will you give for your brother?” She asked finally. It was a formality, any time a sacrifice was offered the terms had to be laid out in detail so no party would be cheated. “I will trade humanity for my brother, Jolin.” He whispered. He kept his head down and squeezed his eyes shut sick with himself that he had even uttered the trade. Jolin though, his wonderful brother had to be worth it.

“You wish to trade the whole of humanity for the god Jolin?” Vari repeated. Zaksha nodded stiffly. It didn’t matter if his heart was truly in it, the deal was made. “The sacrifice is enough.” Vari decided after a moment of deliberation. “Bury him in Jolimi’s vineyard.” She said and then there was a buffeting breeze and her presence was gone.

Tama left his room fighting to stay upright, the pain ripping through his chest was unbearable but Jolimi wasn’t a violent god and Airn would be hard pressed to fight an army without him. Down the hall there was a human roar and the sharp clang of metal meeting metal. He drew his own sword and ran down the hallway releasing an explosion of power fueled by pain. The palace shuddered and rocked and surprised yells replaced the war cries. He rounded the corner and found Airn besieged by at least ten men, Jolimi was doing what he could but madness was his only weapon and it was hard to get battle ready men to really focus on someone. “Jolimi, scrying room.” He yelled jumping into the fray next to Airn.

Airn wasn’t bleeding, but there was a crimson welt across his face where a mortal weapon had struck. Tama roared and the humans retreated until Rory bellowed back and then they were caught. Face a god or Rory’s wrath. Tama made the decision for them and jumped forward swinging his sword. The floor bucked under his feet and humans fell and skittered like pins. Some soldiers got to their feet and ran for the doors.

Out of the chaos Rory emerged, fatter than Tama remembered but armored the same. “I’ve killed you once.” He yelled driving his sword forward. Tama let it skitter across his war belt and grabbed his wrist and then his neck and pulled him within an inch of his face. “You are not so well armed.” He hissed. Rory’s face paled. Thunder rumbled in the distance and the room fell into shadow as black clouds lazily moved across the sky blocking the sun. Airn’s seething presence was at his shoulder, “You will die.” He snarled raising his sword. Tama caught his arm but didn’t release Rory, “No, he will live.” He said calmly. Airn’s head snapped around and then his eyes blackened and his head tipped back until it looked like he was staring at the ceiling directly above. His head dropped but his eyes stayed black, “Harbinger of doom, you will never know peace again.” His voice was strong and cold, like a stream during the snow melt. Tama release him. “Run.” He growled. Rory’s eyes flashed with defiance, “You won’t scare me prophet.” He snarled. He struck Tama at the neck and chest again and again until he was panting and sweat dripped down his nose. Tama never once blocked a blow, the red welts faded after a few seconds and his armor was never scored. What lingering soldiers there were watched the attack with wide eyes and then fled.

“Your army is gone and the one weapon you had against us is long dead.” Airn told him. “I killed Jolin easily enough.” Rory spat. A piece of ceiling marble shattered on the ground when Tama’s rage shook the palace again. Airn took a sharp breath and his eyes blackened again. Tama watched him with concern; he could feel when Airn was searching for the future. This vision was unexpected. His eyes cleared and his cold stare focused on Rory, “You killed Johnny. Jolin is still safe.” He growled. “Then I’ll find him and cut him down!” Rory yelled. Tama smiled coldly, “You now have other things to concern yourself with.” Rory attacked him again and Tama grabbed the sword and crumbled the metal in his hand and tossed it away. Rory backed up, “You said you would let me live.” He screeched as Tama and Airn advanced on him. “We did.” Airn purred. “And you shall, coward.” He gave a low whistle and through a window a black shadow entered. A black and silver wolf, tall enough to look Rory in the eye padded to Airn’s side. He patted the beast affectionately and whispered a quick order to him and the beast was out the window again as little more than smoke. Rory watched the entire episode with wide, disbelieving eyes. “Wh-what was that?” his voice was half an octave too high. An icy smile twisted Airn’s lips, “Refnis tells me you’ve been hunting wolves for sport. Now he will be a companion to you in your loneliness.” Outside a wild howl rose up not from one wolf but from hundreds. Rory looked from the gods to the black clouds outside and around the marbled hall as if Jolimi’s madness had taken hold of him. “You can’t do this! I will kill you again and again until you can no longer come back.” He screamed. A golden halo of light appeared at Tama’s side and solidified into a furious lion with ruby eyes whose shoulder was even with Tama’s. Rory screamed again, no longer defiant but terrified. The lion roared shaking the chandeliers and chased after him as he ran screaming.

When the screams subsided Tama pulled his helmet off and let it clatter to the floor. He pressed a hand to his chest but with his armor on it didn’t offer much relief. “Tama?” Airn’s fingers wrapped around his arm and Tama leaned on him. “Doesn’t matter how long he suffers, the balance is still gone.” He whispered. A jolt of pain sank him to his knees and slicked his body in a cold sweat. Airn kneeled next to him and pulled his head against his shoulder, “There must be something…” his voice was quiet and the question didn’t sound like it was addressed to him so he closed his eyes and let the waves of pain shudder through him. Airn’s hold tightened on him, “I’m sorry Tama.” Airn whispered with pain. He pulled the taller god to his feet and carried him down the hall to his room.

Jolimi and Zaksha were already in there, Zaksha curled on the bed holding his chest in no better shape than Tama. Jolimi looked at the prophecy god pleadingly, “Is there anything you can do?” he asked smoothing Zaksha’s hair back. Airn set Tama on the bed next to him, “I’ve looked, there’s nothing.” He said stripping Tama’s armor and letting it fall to the floor. Tama shuddered and rolled onto his side panting raggedly. Airn lay down beside Zaksha and kissed his snowy shoulder, “I’m sorry.” He whispered, “I’m sorry I didn’t see it.” Zaksha rolled over and cuddled against him.

“We need to…we need to bury Jolin. Johnny.” Jolimi said after a moment. Rain pelted the ceiling above and wind whistled past the walls. Airn sat up and discarded his own armor before grabbing Jolimi and pulling him down with him. “There’s no reason to put him in mud.” Airn whispered. Jolimi hugged him close, “At least Rory is dead.” He mumbled. Airn slipped an arm under Zaksha and pulled him closer, “No he’s not.” He told him starting to drift off. Jolimi snapped upright vibrating with fury. Zaksha’s dazed eyes flew open and he and Tama convulsed and cried out. “Dammit Jolimi, calm yourself.” Airn hissed sitting up as well. The palace shook as Tama lost control of his power. “You make the pain worse when you’re angry.” Airn scolded. Jolimi glared at him, “You want me to be calm after you tell me my lover and our brother’s murderer is not dead?” he snapped. Airn took his red face in his hands and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “He is not dead, but he will suffer.” He promised kissing him again. Jolimi’s fury subsided, “A fate worse than death?”

“He will roam forever, unloved and unwanted by any. Death and pain will follow him wherever he roams.” Airn kissed him again and lay down next to Zaksha. Jolimi lay down next to him and brushed his fingers down Zaksha’s cheek, “I’m sorry brother.” He murmured, “I didn’t mean to make the pain worse.” Zaksha’s eyes fluttered open and a small smile touched his lips before it twisted into a grimace of pain.

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The rain didn’t stop during the night or the next day or the day after that. If anything it began to fall harder. Airn watched the sheets of water fall with growing apprehension. They had been forced to bury Johnny in the mud. Zaksha’s glazed eyes had sharpened for a moment and he demanded Johnny be buried in the vineyard. Jolimi didn’t mind at all and they put their little brother in what would be a warm sunny spot should the rain ever stop. Airn shook himself from his thoughts and returned to the bedroom where Zaksha and Tama were still suffering. Jolimi was sitting next to Tama dabbing his forehead with a damp cloth. “Have you been able to talk to mother?” he asked when Airn sat next to Zaksha. Airn shook his head, “No, I almost feel like she’s avoiding me.” He said disgruntled. Jolimi nodded, “I have that feeling as well.” Tama shuddered and halfway sat up before Jolimi pushed him down again with a quiet word. Airn kissed Zaksha’s cheek and got up. “I’m tired of being ignored.” He said darkly getting up. “Tread carefully, brother.” Jolimi warned.

“Vari.” Airn called standing hip deep in the scrying pool. Nothing answered him and he scowled at his reflection. He raised his head and tightened his grip on his bejeweled knife, “Vari.” His low voice echoed around the chamber and he sliced the pale skin of his belly. Red spilled out of the cut and ran into the water. Now the water churned around him and his blood seared his skin. He gritted his teeth and stayed standing in the bubbling, frothing water. “Mother.” He growled. From the water Vari emerged rising up until she stood on the surface. “You, child, have no right to demand my presence.” She reminded him. Airn stared up at her fearlessly, “You have been avoiding me, how else am I to speak with you?” he tried to stay polite but his agitation worked its way in. Vari’s eyes narrowed, “You are not my only concern, Airn. I will speak with you when I find it worthwhile.” She started to dissipate. “Wait, please mother,” Airn begged. She solidified again and tilted her head, a signal for him to continue. “Why is it raining?”

“Rain is as much a part of nature as sun.” she said vaguely. Airn’s brow furrowed, “Not this long and not this hard.” Vari began to disappear again, “A deal was made.” She whispered and then she was gone. “What? What deal? Mother, Vari, what deal?” he shouted at the empty space.

Jolimi was waiting for Airn when he stormed in. “Still no answer.” He sighed. Airn growled, “I received an answer.” He kneeled down next to Zaksha, “What did you do, Zaksha?” he whispered. Zaksha’s eyes flickered but didn’t open. “Zaksha, wake up. What did you do?” he said louder. Jolimi growled at him, “Airn leave him, he’s in enough pain.” Airn shook his head halfway ignoring him. “Zaksha, what did you do?” he almost shouted and finally Zaksha’s eyes snapped open. The beautiful green was marred with pain, “Airn what do you want?” he whispered. “What did you do, brother?” he cupped his cheek and forced those green eyes to meet his. Zaksha was confused and then it cleared and the green clouded, “It’s for Jolin.” And then his eyes closed and he was unconscious again.

“What’s he talking about Airn?” Jolimi demanded. Airn closed his eyes and rested his head on the edge of the bed. “The rain. Zaksha made a deal with mother. Humanity for Jolin.” He squeezed blankets out of helpless anger and then got up and headed for the door. “Where are you going Airn?” Jolimi asked warily.

“To make a deal.”

Instead of going into the water again he sat on his knees at the edge. “Mother, I wish to make a deal.” He whispered. He closed his eyes and waited for the brush of power that signaled his mother’s appearance. It came soon enough but he kept his eyes closed.

“And what deal do you wish to make?” her lilting voice asked. “I wish to trade for humanity.” He whispered. A heavy silence fell over the room. Only wind, thunder, and rain disturbed the atmosphere until Vari spoke again and her voice was lower. “What do you have to trade for humanity?” the tone was disbelieving. Airn took a deep breath, “The only thing I have.” He answered softly.

During the night the rain lessoned and by morning a soggy sun peeked through the clouds casting a humid haze over the ground. Jolimi woke Airn up by pushing him off the bed, “What did you do?” he demanded an inch from his face. Airn growled and shoved him, “My deal with mother is between us.” Jolimi didn’t relent and used his greater height to pin him to the floor, “It’s my business now.” He snapped. Airn struggled with him and only managed to make Jolimi angrier, his piercing blue eyes glowed brightly. “What have you done?” he hissed. Airn snapped his eyes shut well aware of Jolimi’s persuasion power, “Get off of me before I do something we’ll both regret.” Airn threatened.

“Both of you stop fighting.” Tama’s coarse voice interrupted. Airn’s eyes flew open and he succeeded in shoving Jolimi off. “Tama?” he got to his knees next to Jolimi and stared at his brother with relief. Tama was sitting up but his usually golden skin was ashen and heavy circles were under his fevered eyes. A sharp grimace of pain twisted his features and his breathing rasped in and out before evening again, “You two have been fighting like children for two days, stop.” He shuddered again and Airn got to his feet. “Tama, lie down.” He coaxed. Tama glared at him, “Don’t think you can coddle me because of my pain.” He snapped back. Airn ducked his head, “I’m only trying to help.” He muttered. “You two can help by acting your age.” A fine sheen of sweat broke out on Tama’s forehead and Airn went around the bed and hugged his head against his chest, “I’m sorry, brother. Sleep, please.” He whispered. Tama’s eyes closed and he leaned against Airn. “I love you Tama.” He whispered.

The next day Zaksha woke him with a quick kiss. Bright green eyes free of pain watched him playfully until Airn fully comprehended his brother was watching him healthy and full of mischief. “Zaksha.” He grabbed the smaller god and enveloped him in a hug. The movement woke Jolimi and a second later he pounced on the two. “Zaksha, what happened? How…how are you better?” Jolimi asked kissing his cheek. Zaksha squirmed out from their embrace and fluffed his wings, “Come see.” He said slyly. Airn and Jolimi scrambled to follow him as he fluttered out of the room.

Outside the sun was bright and the breeze slipped over them like cool silk. Zaksha led them to Jolimi’s vineyard and perched on the back of his brilliant stag, its branching antlers thick and numerous as tree limbs and its coat shining like the finest copper. Zaksha stroked the massive beast’s neck and an impish smile fixed itself on his face, “Well, what do you see?” he asked excitedly. Airn scanned the vineyard, Jolimi’s vines grew much faster and healthier than any mortal’s and he could almost see the grapes swelling. A soft splash drew his attention across the vineyard to the outdoor bath where Tama was washing. “I don’t know what you want me to see Zaksha.” He said. Jolimi’s long fingers touched his chin and turned his head to the other side of the vineyard where a massive vine stood taller than even Zaksha’s stag. “Oh.” He breathed. Zaksha giggled and slid off the stag’s back and beckoned them to follow his white wings disappeared under one of the overhanging leaves. “Zaksha what are you doing?” Jolimi asked exasperated. Zaksha lifted a leaf and under one of his wings a familiar sleepy cherub face appeared. “Why am I outside?” Jolin asked rubbing his eyes. Jolimi darted in and grabbed the small god making him squawk and struggle. Zaksha hopped and fluttered over to Airn grinning, “Our brother is back.” Airn caught him and pressed a kiss to his lips, “I love you.” He murmured. He glanced up at his brothers and smiled when Jolimi brushed past him carrying a sleeping Jolin in his arms. “Thank you, Zaksha.” Jolimi whispered pressing their foreheads together. “I had,” Jolin murmured snuggling closer to Jolimi, “the oddest dream that we were all mortals.” Jolimi kissed his cheek, “Odd duck.” He said affectionately.

Zaksha smiled and a touch of sadness darkened his eyes, “Our brother is worth everything.” He said when they disappeared inside. Airn hugged him close, “As are you.” He kissed him again and nuzzled his neck. Tama pulled Zaksha away and held him against his chest for a moment, his skin healthy gold again and damp from his wash faintly glowed. Zaksha’s wings flared brighter than light and his eyes were greener than any gem a beatific smile lit his face and when Tama’s arms loosened he pressed against Airn again. Tama ran his fingers over the arch of Zaksha’s wing and he giggled squirming closer to Airn to get away from the tickling fingers. Tama went inside smiling and when he was gone Airn pulled Zaksha down to the soft grass.

Zaksha slept with the contentment of a baby sprawled on top of Airn in the sun and breeze. Airn ran his fingers over his shoulders down his beautiful wings and sides becoming familiar with his body again. Zaksha nuzzled his chest and wriggled when Airn’s fingers brushed his ticklish arch. He raised his head and gave him a stern glare and then the playfulness left and concern replaced it. “Your eyes…they’re different.” He scooted up his body and stared until Airn looked away. “It’s been years since you’ve seen my eyes.” he said. Zaksha pulled his head around and stared again, “I know your eyes better than my own.” Zaksha’s head shot up and he seemed to just notice the bright sun, the blue cloudless sky. “Wha…how? Airn what did you do?” his voice was panicked, “What did you do?” he asked softer. Airn pulled him down again and closed his eyes savoring his warmth, his earthy scent. “I love you, Zaksha.” He murmured. Green eyes met his again, “What did you do?” he pleaded. “I…humanity makes you happy.” Airn said helplessly. Diamond tears filled Zaksha’s eyes, “You make me happy Airn, you all do.” Airn kissed the corner of his mouth, “You asked for humanity, you will always have us.”

“Please Airn, what did you do?” Zaksha’s head lay against his shoulder his body still tense against his. “I gave her the only thing I could.” Airn whispered. Zaksha sat up again, “You gave her your sight?” he choked. Airn sat up with him and kissed him hard on the lips and pulled him down tasting him and morphing protests into quiet moans. “Don’t argue with me now Zaksha, what’s done is done.” He whispered when their lips parted. Zaksha’s lips pressed against his neck and trailed down to his shoulder, “It’s been so long.” He murmured. Airn’s hands slid down his sides and pulled his hips down, “Too long.” Sharp teeth grazed his shoulder and playful fingers ran up his sides and down his chest. He lifted his hips and sighed as Zaksha’s warm body rubbed and pressed harder against his. His breath caught and he shuddered as abused human memories surfaced and Zaksha raised his head alarmed, “What?” he asked lips trailing down his cheek. Airn turned his head and caught his lips, “Brian’s memories, I wasn’t expecting them.” He explained. He rolled them over and sighed as the human memories receded and his own came forward. Zaksha blinked and his impish smile returned, “Zachary has memories of you.” He whispered and another shudder went through him as Zack’s hands slid down his chest. “He wanted to touch you, so badly.” Lips trailed down his neck again and he slid Zaksha’s tunic up and over his head and pressed his hands against his belly. Petal soft lips pressed against his and the soft silk of his tunic slid up his skin and hungry hands caressed his slim hips.

The sun warmed his back and the breeze cooled their skin, blunt nails left crescent moons on his arms and shoulders, supple lips and sharp teeth attacked and soothed his skin and mouth. Zaksha buried his head in his neck and stifled a cry as his body convulsed. Airn pressed him into the ground savoring the tightness, the heat of his body, and spring scent.

“I’ve missed you Zaksha.” He whispered when they had their breath back. Zaksha purred and a downy wing brushed his bare stomach. “Airn.” he said after a moment, “Take your sight back.” His voice was soft and Airn wasn’t entirely sure he’d heard the words. “What? Zaksha, no.” he said sitting up and staring at him. Zaksha sat up as well his mussed inky hair covering part of his face, “Please Airn. What good is a prophecy god without sight?” his argument was rock solid but Airn refused to give in. “Humans have kept you busy for the last millennia, there’s no reason to destroy them because one went against us.” Zaksh ran a hand over the delicate green grass of the vineyard and at once ground hugging daisies blossomed. “My happiness is not worth the price.” He said softly. A headache started to develop behind Airn’s eyes, something he’d been hoping he was through with, “Zaksha…come Zaksha.” He got to his feet and pulled his tunic on. Zaksha looked up at him curiously but grabbed his own tunic and stood Airn took his hand and pulled him close and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Where are we going?” Zaksha murmured. Airn closed his eyes and in a stomach dropping rush they were in a familiar kitchen garden.

Zaksha stiffened under his arm, “What are you doing?” He hissed. Airn didn’t answer and instead walked to the kitchen door. He knew Zaksha followed as weak chamomile and mint fattened and perfumed the air. Pushing the door open he found Nannette once again slicing chunks of meat and other kitchen girls making bread. They all looked up surprised when the door opened and Nannette’s knife clattered t the table, “Brian,” the name wheezed out of her as if she couldn’t get enough breath, “what are you doing here? If Barik catches you and where’s little Zachary?” she got her breath back and her voice was a viper’s hiss. A smile twitched Airn’s lips, “Zachary is fine and Barik will soon have other things to worry about.” He turned and found Zaksha staring hard at the door frame. “I’m not letting you leave.” Airn said softly. Zaksha’s gemstone eyes were pained, “Don’t do this to me.” He pleaded. “I won’t let you feel guilty for my decision.” Airn answered. The winged god took a step forward and Airn stepped out of the doorway.

“Zac—” Nannette started and then trailed off when she caught sight of the dazzling wings. “Zaksha.” She amended awed. The young kitchen girls stared wide-eyed and unknowing at the god. Nannette looked at Airn again and pressed a hand to her chest, “Airn?” her voice was gone again. Airn dipped his head in greeting and acknowledgement and Zaksha stepped further into the kitchen. “Nannette, I…I wanted to thank you, for taking care of me.” He said. Nannette’s eyes were shiny with tears and she nodded before she spoke, “I knew you were special.” She whispered. Zaksha’s smile lit the dark kitchen.

Before anyone could say anything else Barik’s loud voice echoed down the hall followed by heavy footsteps. “If you’re going to gossip you can do it in the—” he broke off mid-sentence as he strode into the kitchen and found Airn and Zaksha. Zaksha snapped his wings back hiding them and a growl built in Airn’s chest as he stared at the young man. Barik gaped at them, “Runaway you came back,” and then vicious laughter bubbled out of him, “Idiot, you came back, a hangman who’s put his own head in the noose.”

Nannette paled and looked at Barik, “Master Barik…” she whispered. Barik’s laughter stopped and he glared at her, “I didn’t tell you to speak.” He snarled. Zaksha’s answering snarl was more frightening. It wasn’t often his more ferocious side came out, but he was Tama’s brother and vengeance was in their blood. “Little pig,” he said seductively. Barik’s head snapped over to Zaksha, “Shut up brother, until father returns I’m in charge and I’ll not give in to your sniveling.”

“Little pig, you’re late for market.” Zaksha cooed, his wings unfolded and the light bleached the dark kitchen of color. Barik’s eyes popped open and he stared stupidly at the wings. Airn closed his eyes and still the flash of white burned and when he opened them the kitchen was almost black as night. The kitchen girls and Nannette were rubbing their eyes and shaking their heads trying to regain their sight. From the doorway was a snuffling sound and as Airn’s vision sorted itself he saw a fat bellied pig rooting sniffing the kitchen stones. He laughed quietly, “And what will you do with him now, keep him as a pet?” Zaksha tilted his head, emerald eyes glowing in the light, “Of course not, I told him he was late for market.” The pig’s head raised and he squealed and ran down the hall. Zaksha chewed his lip, “Maybe I shouldn’t have done a pig.” He thought aloud. “They’re such sweet creatures.”

“I think it’s fitting.” One of the kitchen girls said shakily. Zaksha smiled, “No matter then. Even if he runs to the woods he’ll be supper.” He turned his attention to the awestruck Nannette, “The house is yours.” He said in a quieter voice. Nannette stared at him uncomprehending, “M-mine? What of, what of Rory?” she asked faintly. A cold smile touched Airn’s lips, “He’ll not worry you again.” He promised. “Really Nannette, the house is yours to do with as you wish. It’s my gift to you for taking care of me.” Zaksha said. Nannette seemed a little steadier and when she smiled the lines from years of hard work and abuse lifted and she seemed a decade younger. “Thank you Zaksha.” She whispered with a deep curtsey. Zaksha smiled and looked up at Airn with happy green eyes, “Thank you.” He whispered. Airn leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips.

A/N: Ah, it’s finally done. Thank you for sticking with me through this and your wonderful reviews. Good luck with mid-terms and whatnot. Much love and many hugs =)
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