Conviction never shames nor condemns us.
It calls us back to who we truly are.
It calls us back to who we truly are.
True to Vandrad’s prediction, it had not taken long at all for the Dread Masters to make their move against the prince and his loved ones. The moment Serilda and Mythal had received Mercury’s group text advising everyone that she was being followed, the couple quickly abandoned what they had been working on and warped themselves home. While they personally believed that the Masters would not be stupid enough to come at the leaders of the Rune Knights specifically, the couple found it hard to believe that they would not jump at the opportunity to strike at Patricia, who had been staying at their home in Era and living under their protection ever since Scourge had released her from their employ. The house was exceptionally fortified, of course, and had been for quite some time. Considering that Mythal and Serilda had been secretly investigating the Magic Council for a number of years now, they had taken great lengths to ensure that their residence was more heavily protected than even the jail at headquarters, ensuring that none could ever eavesdrop on the house or pop in without an invitation. And while they were confident that such measures would be more than enough, the unfortunate truth was that they didn’t know what kind of resources the Masters had at their disposal. One could never be too careful. Thankfully, when they arrived at the house they found Patricia relaxed and totally unaware that there was any risk of impending danger. The woman was happily entertaining the young twins, having quickly taken up the mantle of a doting aunt-like figure almost immediately upon moving into the home. She did look confused as to why the couple was home so early and abruptly, of course, so they took a moment to fill her in on the message they’d received from Mercury and how they had elected to come home for the time being, just to be cautious. As time went on, Serilda became more and more concerned about the lack of response from the others in the group message. In fact, the only other person who responded was Zemenar, Mercury’s father. She couldn’t imagine that none of the rest of Vandrad’s family would ignore something like this without checking in. Some kind of assault had to be happening on multiple fronts for basically all of them except the Gods of Ishgar. And while they wanted nothing more than to zip over to Bellum or the island and provide assistance, their place was to stay with Patricia, their daughters, and the members of the household staff that were under their care. So it had become a waiting game, something that none of the three of them were particularly happy about. If only Serida knew exactly how unhappy they would be soon enough. The moment their magical alarms sounded to alert them that someone was attempting to breach the property, Mythal and Serilda snapped into action, wasting no time in teleporting to meet the trespassers with weapons drawn and magical auras primed and ready to go, the wolves staying behind with Patricia, Alexia, and Naomi. Serilda’s expression was hard and determined as they materialized before the two individuals that had been caught in the invisible trap just inside the perimeter of the estate grounds, the pair stuck in place like flies caught upon a spider’s web. The field marshal’s face shifted from grim to confusion when she saw the first interloper. “Wanda..?’ she asked, lowering her swords slowly, taking in the sight of the living Ataxian shard who looked very much like she had just escaped a battle. Had the Masters made a move against the Order of Souls as well as Vandrad’s family? Her pale blue gaze glanced only briefly at Wanda’s companion before her eyes snapped back upon the darker toned woman. In a single, indescribable moment, every shred of discipline washed away leaving Serilda slack jawed in awe and shock as she stared. “Kessicia…” She looked different, but there was no mistaking the presence of her long lost friend, one that Serilda had thought dead. In an instant, Serilda completely dropped her swords and released both women from the trap, rushing over and frantically pulling the woman into a tight embrace. Tears started to stream down the princess’ cheeks as she held the woman. “I thought you were dead!” Serilda pulled back to look the woman in the eyes, her hands on either side of her face as if not truly believing the one time slave was actually standing before her, only to pull her back in for another firm hug. But this was no time to stand around being flummoxed, and even in her emotional state Serilda knew that. Forcing herself to break away from the woman, though not too far, Serilda wiped her face with the back of her hand and attempted to compose herself. “Come inside, both of you. Tell us what’s going on.” |
Serilda Sinclair