39. The Fate

He fears light, the brightest of the dawn, and his power reeks of weakness when the first light touches the dark. – Bloodsongs.

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(Art)

Lyka was a woman with sharp, wizened eyes, an ethereal kind of beauty and a tranquil smile. The man looked like a warrior-- tall, weathered-- and his eyes were pointed straight at Art. The two men waged a silent battle, but stopped when the woman walked next to them with a glare to the man.

“What is this? A showdown, Shalom? Stop acting like this. He is just a boy,” She pushed Shalom away and smiled at Art and Aurora.

Of course, Art didn’t trust her or the guy. He didn't know where they came from or what they wanted with them. It was all so cloak and dagger and he was... well he did like mystery, but still...

But if something were to happen, he knew he could protect her with his magic.

"Do you want to eat something? Or drink? Make yourself at home. I will be right back.” The woman fluttered around, pushing chairs and looking just as nervous as them