Rhychard ran a hand over his head as he took a deep breath. He worried he made the wrong choice. He had only been a Warrior of the Way for about four months, and while he knew quite a bit, there was twice as much he didn't. Still, what's done is done, and now they just had to make the best of it. Hopefully, the Guardian Sword would give him ample warning before trouble ambushed him. With a glance at the ellyll, he asked, "How exactly does this magic work?" "A demonstration! Oh, how grand," Famallumi said as he clapped his hands together. He glanced at Tryna with imploring eyes. "I promise to keep it safe and simple."Tryna rolled her eyes before sitting on the coffee table, her legs crossed in front of her, feet tucked under her thighs. "Very well but close the drapes by the back door. We do not need others being privy to what your power can do."Rhychard walked over to the sliding doors to pull the curtains shut while Buttercup turned on the lights. Both then took a seat on the sofa,
Flames surrounded Rhychard, the scorching heat singeing the hair on his chest and arms. He felt the fire's heat burning his flesh, melting his skin. He tried to escape, his arms shading his eyes to protect them from the flames. No matter which way he turned, however, he was faced with a wall of flames that dwarfed even his gigantic size. The gold chain around his neck, as well as the ring dangling on his chest, scalded his flesh. He tried to see beyond the roaring fire, but he couldn't recognize anything. He wasn't in his room or even in his condo. There were no walls. Looking up, there was no ceiling, either. Only stars. How the..? Where am I? How did I get outside?He panicked, first thinking of Buttercup, then Kree. Did they make it out as well? How had the condo even caught on fire? That idiotic elf probably did it putting metal in the microwave or cardboard in the oven. Rhychard never should have allowed the elf to stay. He should have listened to Tryna and sent the apprentice pac
He glanced at the clock and groaned when he saw it was four-ten in the morning. So much for a good night's sleep. He threw the covers the rest of the way off. There was no way he could go back to sleep now, especially since his bed was soaked. He glanced at Buttercup and gave her a weak smile. "Think I might be able to get some coffee?"Buttercup nodded, patting his arm before leaving his room. Rhychard tossed the blankets to the floor before swinging his legs to the side of the bed. "Let me put on some dry pajamas, and I'll meet you in the living room."Tryna nodded. "It's nice to see you've finally decided to sleep with some clothes on," she said as she followed Famallumi out of the room.It was self-preservation really that made Rhychard stop sleeping in just his boxers. First, he never knew when the faerie world would pop into his room, and second, human emergencies always seemed to pop up. Last month, when Buttercup's pimp, Jerome, came banging on Rhychard's door, looking for his
Even in September, the Florida nights are muggy as humidity makes everything thick with its stickiness. It was something Bertram Leary found difficult to become accustomed to since his move to Harbor City. He would never become used to it, he thought, as he stood at the entrance to Feather Lakes—the Bottoms. Hopefully, he wouldn't be here long enough to worry about it.Bertram ran a hand through his gray hair, taking a deep breath as he scanned the surrounding area. There was still quite a bit to accomplish before he could return home to Ireland. His father would not allow it until their task was completed, and so far, it had been slow going. Of course, Bertram was not pleased at being sent to Harbor City to clean up after a demon. However, when Prince Dakath of the Unseelie Court demanded something, the Leary family jumped, as they had for generations. It was the price of being aligned with power—and magic.Bertram wouldn't even be there if Vargas could have done his job. Yet, the dem
"Buttercup? What the hell are you doing at my brother's house?"Rhychard stepped behind Buttercup, his hand pushing the front door open wider so he could take in his brother. "She lives here. What are you doing here?"Karl raked his eyes up and down Buttercup's body, his eyes widened at his brother's words. "I didn't know you took in…people." He glanced up at Rhychard, a knowing smile across his lips. "Am I interrupting something? I can always wait outside for a bit.""You can wait outside forever if you don't watch your mouth." Rhychard narrowed his eyes as he stepped in front of Buttercup. The honey-colored lady stepped back after rolling her eyes and returned to her spot on the floor by Kree. "Now, what are you doing here?" Rhychard asked.Karl followed Buttercup's path with his gaze. When she settled down on the floor, he turned a questioning look to his brother. "She's from the Bottoms. You do know…" He stopped talking when he noticed his brother's body tensing up, ready to use hi
Buttercup shut the door behind her and fell against it as soon as she heard the click. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to calm the knots that welled up within her upon seeing Karl Bartlett. She thought she had left the Bottoms and all its memories behind her. It never even dawned on her that Karl was Rhychard's brother. She wasn't even sure if she had known Karl's last name. Last names were irrelevant in the Bottoms. Real names were irrelevant for that matter.She slid to the floor, sitting there in her misery. Would she ever be completely free of the past? She wiped the tears that started to fall with the back of her hands, leaving smudges on her cheeks. She didn't want to think about where she was a month ago, the strange cars she climbed into, the men she had sex with just to pay her bills and eat. Once she surrendered to her fate, Jerome Williams, her pimp, had not treated her badly as far as street workers went, but he made sure she knew she was his property. He never
Rhychard sat with his legs crossed, staring at the lazy creek as it drifted by in front of him. The cold hardness of his Thinking Rock contrasted with the warmth of the ring he twirled in his fingers, the chain pressed against his lips. It was weird that the metal was warm instead of cold. He guessed it was due to the heat of his body. Still, it felt…different, lately.Birds chirped above him, and occasionally, a mullet leaped out of the water only to fall back with a splash, drawing the Warrior's attention in that direction. The path to his rock was carved into the woods with distinct care and purpose, the bushes trimmed, dead branches removed, and pine needles placed down like a carpet. Logan swore he had nothing to do with it, and Rhychard believed him. Rhychard was the only one who ventured to the creek, so why would the Condo Association pay for someone to take care of the wooded area? It acted as a natural barrier, giving the residents privacy from the few boaters who traveled Ma
Rhychard glanced at the small homes, most needed a lawn mower ran through the yards, and almost all needed a new coat of paint. Of course, before they could be painted, they would all need a solid pressure washing. Decades of dirt and grime clung to the walls, dulling the already faded paint even more. Some of the homes possessed broken windows, and only a few of those were boarded up to keep the weather and mosquitoes out. Curtains covered some windows while sheets draped across others to block out the nosy neighbors and passersby. Garbage cans overflowed, and litter filled the gutters and sidewalks. The Bottoms. These people had basically given up on having anything nice and surrendered to the decay they felt overtaking their lives. "Most humans care very much. These people have merely given up," Rhychard said."It is sad, really. However, if you did feel something of the Void here the other day, it would not surprise me. This place seems ripe for the activity of the Unseelie."Rhych
While their mother piddled in the kitchen fixing them a plate of fajitas, the Valentine sisters sat on the living room sofa, legs folded under them. Maria Valentine put most of the house back in order after Baltabek's attack, but the destruction remained obvious to Laci. She held tight to her sister ever since the Summerlands, scared to let her go. Jayden, of course, fussed at her to stop being a mother hen.Once everyone arrived back at Rhychard's Thinking Rock, a place Renny decided would cause the least amount of sightseers, the witches and Famallumi returned to the Murky Cauldron while Rhychard placed a still-weak Jayden in the back of Laci's car. The eldest Valentine wasted no time or words as she headed straight for home."I almost lost you," Laci said. "I don't know what I would have done if that happened.""Probably moved into my room since it's the biggest," Jayden said with a shrug."That's not even funny," Laci snapped, shoving Jayden's hand away from her in disgust.Jayden
Rhychard wasn't sure what he hit, but he found himself spinning backward, the Guardian Sword leaving his hand as he hit the ground with a hard thud, the air whooshing out of his lungs. Scrambling to his feet, a pain tugging at the back of his head from where he hit the ground, the first thing he noticed was Laci sprawled on top of Kree. Renny! He jerked his attention around until he saw her still gripping Jayden's arm as both women lay stretched out on the grass. However, he didn't see the wall he ran into, knocking him back on his ass. Another glance around, and he noticed the salt circle and the three witches sitting on the ground, eyes closed as they chanted. An older man he didn't recognize stood behind Wanda, his face a mask of admiration.A groan alerted Rhychard to Baltabek stirring, and Rhychard lunged for his sword. The demon moved faster, however, and shot a burst of his demonic power at the Warrior, knocking him back against the invisible barrier, the air he just managed to
Rhychard heard screams, but he couldn't tell whose or where they originated. They might have even been his for all he knew. Pieces of the broken table jabbed him in his back and legs, and he felt blood making a trail down his side. Groaning, he tried to sit up. He must get up. Renny needed his protection as did his parents.:Warrior, Baltabek is heading to your home,: Kree sent. Rhychard could hear the elven hound moving toward him through their connection. :He hid among the woods along the creek.:"Rhychard!" Renny shouted, and then he felt her hands on his arms along with someone else's on his other side.:Well, he knows how to make an entrance.: Rhychard sent.He could hear shouts of panic coming from the parking lot and other apartments, people screaming at the sudden explosion.Glancing up, he noticed the other set of hands helping him to his feet belonged to his father. His mother stood by the sofa, her face pinched with concern, and Tryna picked herself up off the floor from whe
Tansy walked over to where Alex's backpack lay on the ground from where the gnome dropped it when they first entered the Summerlands, pulling out the container of salt that rolled halfway out. As she stood, she couldn't take her gaze off the dark pack, remembering its owner and how far he came since walking into the Murky Cauldron that first day. Her heart twisted, and she did her best to keep the tears at bay. She didn't know how much time they had, so she needed to make sure she completed the barrier spell before Renny arrived with Baltabek.Kayla and Wanda sat off to the side, Kayla with her arms wrapped around her knees as she stared at the last spot she saw Alex, and Wanda absorbing her surroundings. Since the demons had been cast out of the Summerlands, the dank grayish color slowly faded away, replaced once more by the lush greens and vibrant colors of the flowers that filled the Land of the Dead. They had even seen the return of some of those who had already passed on from the
"Mom! Dad. What are you doing here?" Rhychard just stood there, staring. He didn't need this right now."Your father thought I was crazy," Catherine Bartlett said. "He even made sure I didn't have any hidden wine bottles anywhere. Empty wine bottles, that is. I had to drag him here to see for himself.""You're alive," Rhychard's father said as he stood there and stared at Renny, his brows bunched in disbelief. "How is this even possible?"Rhychard sighed. "I've discovered just about anything is possible these days.""Hello, Mr. Bartlett," Renny said as she casually closed her purse, hiding the gnomes from sight for now. Catherine didn't handle them well last time, and Renny didn't know how Rhychard's father would react. "I'm sorry we didn't come over and tell you. We've just been…well, we've had our hands full."James Bartlett swooped in, wrapping his arms around Renny and giving her the tightest bear hug she ever had. "I can imagine you have," he told her, his voice filled with enthus
Rhychard watched as Renny gathered up the other Warriors and returned them to the Guardian Sword, only to reappear a moment later with Pux on her shoulder. Laci paced the entire time until Renny returned, eager to be on her way to protecting her sister. With the bridges gone, she had no other way back to the Land Above than Renny. None of them did, actually. Rhychard ran a hand over his long, dark hair, worried about what they would find when they arrived in the Valentine household, concerned for his brother, just as Laci showed concern for her sister.Tansy still stood off to the side, holding a sobbing Kayla and a shaking Wanda. Both witches shifted back to normal once the demons left them, but still wore the wear and tear from the possession. Rhychard hoped they would continue to heal with time, at least physically. He highly doubted Kayla would heal emotionally anytime soon considering her hands snapped Alex's neck even though the demon controlled her. That would be a heavy weight
Karl stood there, still not sure what he should be doing or even what was actually happening. He saw what those demons did to downtown. He couldn't possibly stop one if it showed up now and took over Jayden's body. Glancing over at Famallumi, he wondered just how much power the elves possessed. Gormec seemed to always have his giant hammer nearby, and while Karl had seen its power before, was it enough to stop the demons? There were only five of them against a demon like the ones who killed a witch and almost defeated his brother, the Warrior. Karl didn't particularly care for his odds."How do you feel?" he asked Jayden, his hands over his chest."I'd feel better if you'd stop staring at me like I'm about to go off my meds," Jayden snapped."How about I go and fix us all some lemonade?" Jayden's mother suggested. "It'll give us something to do while we wait for the others.""Do we even know they're going to be here?" Gormec asked, leaning on the handle of his hammer. "It's been longer
The witches continued to shout their chant, their power strengthened with their success. Baltabek sent a blast toward them, but Rhychard blocked it and hurled the power at the demon's feet, the ground exploding and shoving Baltabek up and backward into the air. The other Warriors quickly pressed their attack while the demon lay on the ground.Kayla let out a wail, slicing the air, and dropped to her knees. The demon inside of her wasn't so easily taken, however. With clenched fists, he shoved his power at the witches, doing his best to stop their chanting. Rhychard caught one of the bolts before it struck Tansy, but the next slipped past him and struck Laci in the chest, somersaulting her backward to land on the ground in a heap.Kree leaped up on his back paws, spinning in midair before racing over to the fallen witch. Rhychard could hear her moan and breathed a sigh of relief that she still lived. :Is she okay?: he asked Kree.Kree leaned down, pressing his muzzle against Laci's sho
Rhychard blocked another blast, sending it off to the side to explode into the ground. The gnomes fought from inside the ground, churning up the soil the demons stood upon and causing them to slip and lose their balance. Kree darted in all directions, drawing the demons' fire while he attempted to get close enough to bite one of them. The witches sent their power at the demons, Rose from behind and the others in front, doing their best to keep Baltabek and the others from focusing on any one person. They all did their best to bide Renny time to bring the other Warriors out of the sword, but Rhychard wasn't sure how much longer they could keep it up.The demons who possessed the witches spun, one sending a bolt of power at Rhychard's head and the other one sending one at his feet. He swung his sword, blocking the bolt to his head, but missing the one aimed at his feet. The magic snatched at his ankles, spinning him around and dragging him to the ground. His sword arm hit the ground, his