Fate, My Elementals & I (Breaking Borders)

New Plan

*** Evony's Pov ***

It was now January fifteenth. Carter was reported missing, twenty-four hours after Cannon was assumed deceased after the police found his crispy car. No footage, surprise, surprise, was found on the scene and the few eye witnesses couldn't seem to explain any realistic explanation or give any details as to what occurred that night. His stepmother is playing her part beautifully, by dressing in black and fainting in front of reporters when asked about the father and son duo.

Cannon, along with Fero, believe Melody has eyes on him and would let us know when he has made his move, so we could make ours. I wish the waiting game wasn't on the line up, but here we are. Fero and other Fatum, who completed their training, or lived through mortal wars, helped those who wanted to go along to prepare. I did not feel right forcing anyone to join the groups. This is volunteer only. They were made aware of the dangers and any information we had on the facilities.

My focus was on the breeding farm they kept. When I first heard them refer to the place as a farm, I naively asked if it was to feed the people they had imprisoned. Devion held me and whispered the atrocious horrors they were doing to our people. Rich mortal men paid to have their way with our females. The darklings would force the shifters if required by the patrons, making the eartherns and the nymphs take their natural forms. Stealing the seedlings produced from these horrid acts to do only what Fate knows with them. Most likely to feed on. There is no purer light than in the core of a babe. Halfing or not.

I keep wondering if it was wise to base our entire hopes and resources on one place at a time. By the time we hit the second or third target, they would know we are coming. These plans were also all made before I could create portals. Many has been guiding me on how to open them on my own. Granted, she's only been back for two days, but I feel confident in mastering my new power. I just feel like I need to reassess the original thoughts of my counsel and look at it with a new perspective.

Addy is still out. I am beginning to worry and my self-control is wavering. Without delving into his mind, all we know is that he is alive. Fero said he keeps getting anxious emotions rolling off him. Like he was struggling. Other times, it was like he was exhausted. His physical form is losing muscle mass, despite the feeding tube we set up and me transferring energy to him. Cannon taught Devion and Brennon how to do massages and movements so Addy's muscles wouldn't atrophy. When I asked how he knew it, he gave a sad smile saying his Dad needed that kind of care in his last days. Carter refused to let anyone touch Eddie, so they learnt the proper exercises themselves and took turns.

His back is as healed as possible, the skin still resembling whippings, but not many were raised and glaring. Urrgghhhh..... I wiped my hands down my face in a way to get my focus back on the work I should be doing, all it did was remind me that I don't work well when frustrated. I heard the sound of my door opening and in strolled Brennon. His smell had become more like the pleasant sniff of a cigar, I mused.

"My Angel, I have come to capture you, take you to our room, kicking and screaming if I must and make sure you have a bath," he listed off on one finger at a time, using the fakest British accent I have ever heard.

"Since when are you so comedic?" I asked instead.

"Hey, I've always been darkly funny. I just hate seeing you in here, surrounded by all this cr@p. It's a bunch of paper and pictures concerning those awful places. Don't you dare look at me like that. You have nothing to feel guilty about. You helped me heal," he proclaimed as he leaned over and gave me a smooch. Then he grabbed hold of me while I was trying to get his lips attached to mine again.

I was thrown over his shoulder like a sack of flour. I let out a grunt of dissatisfaction, then a moan when I realized I got a great view of his now, well toned a$s. Feeling a swat on mine, I yelped.

"Oooo.... so jiggly...." I heard before another palm connected. He laughed, saying he loved it when I was wearing sundresses. Easy access took on a whole new meaning. I just stayed still, knowing if I shifted too much, I might cause unnecessary issues. One, like hurting myself, or two, like making him unbalanced. He may be stronger now and building muscle, but I was thick and solid.

"Oh what a vision," Cannon's appreciative tone sounded, as we entered the room, with Bren still caressing my thighs and butt cheeks. Perverts the lot of them! I screamed in my head, when I heard Dev's wolf-whistle.

....................................................................................................................................................................................................

"I have a new plan," I said the moment I walked out the bathroom door.

"Nope! No talking shop. Come here, let me blow dry your hair before it turns into a nest," Devion ordered, pointing to the bench near my vanity. I pouted but obeyed.

I was pleasantly surprised at the bath already drawn laden with rose petals and bubbles, while Bren and Can worked together to wash my hair and massage my feet. I haven't felt so pampered in a long time. Neither of them said anything, no teasing, fighting and s****l innuendos. Just took care of me. Now I am having my hair brushed and dried by my gentleman and all my worries are blown away with it.

..............................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Okay, you've made your points. I was stressed and overworking and clearly not taking very good care of my hair. Thank you for the braids, my Storm," I said, kissing them all after. Devion parted my hair in two and cornrowed each half into long braids to keep my mass contained. I was dressed in a gold silk nightgown, one I am sure Cannon got me, because barely any of my bre@st fit in it. I see him licking his lips from his cot.

"The new plan!" I exclaimed, making them all groan in unison. "I know you want me to relax and I appreciate your love and care. But please just hear me out," I begged.

"Fine! But let it go on record that a silent protest is going on in our minds. You barely had any time for yourself or us. We already have a plan. Trusting the process and Carter to make things easier for us. We should focus our efforts on strengthening our bonds and waking sleeping beauty over there," Brennon protested. With Can and Dev nodding their heads in agreement.

"I'm sorry darlings, I didn't mean to ignore you...." I trailed off, when Dev touched me gently, shaking his head no.

"Evony, Brennon didn't mean to blame you or anything. We understand you have responsibilities, as do we. We want you happy. Our only wish. We don't need an apology. From how we see it. There will always be some task or issue that we have to deal with. Even after we reclaim your throne. Does that mean you're not allowed a break at all? We just want you to still have memorable moments that weren't all pain, sadness and worry," Cannon eloquently explained.

"Thank you. It was a great moment. I also hope to have more to cherish, than ponder over. So I understand. The reason I keep going back to the attacks is because of one thing. Addy's situation is questionable. Carter is in the wind, hiding from the ancient one. What we are not taking into account is, what if they are expecting us? If we hit one like we did for Bren, they would think nothing of it. Just another oops, they were found. What about when we hit a second or third? What would be the reaction of the darklings then?" I asked.

"Your right. They'll amp up security or move," Cannon said, "But we do not have enough personnel to hit these places all at once. Not enough resources, even with my input."

"Yes, I know we spoke about it. What if I could open portals, simultaneously for each location, at the same time? You run through each place, send survivors through and hop to the next. No one would have time to sound the alarms or warn each other. What do you think?" I asked excitedly.

"Fairy, can you even do that many portals? No one other than us can see portals. That means we would have to make sure to deal with the survivors and our men, guiding them. Plus, your greatest defense, if someone is disguised as a friend and is a foe, is the shield protecting the Plaine. They come through the portal directly into here. With access to you. No. None of us is willing to take that chance," Devion answered first. Listing everything that could go wrong. I wasn't upset though, because this discussion is what I needed to fine tune my plan.

"So we set up medical tents on the smaller island, just west of here. I open a portal for survivors only, where you directly send them over there. Not to me. No bypassing the shield. We have time and four heads to get all this down to a science. I will practice. While you were working those knuckles into my heel, I got Many to chat with me. She can guide me to do this. To see beyond and where we need to be. I can share and communicate with you while doing this. Please can we try to at least fine tune it. Map it out together?" I pleaded.

"Angel, we believe in you. If your conscience can guide you, we'll do anything to make this work. Your vision is ours. We will jump through wormholes to get this mission done properly. I was what they considered a valuable captive and they still treated me the way they did. I want to help them. All of them. So anything you got to make that happen, I'll help. For now though, it's my night to cuddle with you and I believe we all need a good night's rest. Tomorrow's a big day. We come up with a game plan and present it to Fero, united. He won't go for it if there are any holes. Now come here," Brennon spoke, stretching out his arms for me to snuggle into. I oblieged.

"You all promise tomorrow, right?" I asked one more time as the others settled down. They all agreed and told me to rest. As I tried closing my eyes, I became aware of being wrapped up in Bren's arms, one hand down the front of my gown, gripping a t!t, as a leg was lodged between mine. High enough to make my pu$$y throb in anticipation, while I thought about rubbing my cl!t against his thigh. My butt was pressed against his already hardened shaft and I bit back a moan, as he shifted closer, poking me. These boys make me feel thursty.

Brennon's breath was steady, so I knew he was asleep. I did my best to control my hormones and relax in the warmth of his cocoon. Finally feeling my lids heavy and closing down, waiting for the embrace of slumber. Darkness closing in and then..........

Flaming walls shut up. roaring loudly. I looked around and felt the heat surrounding me. This wasn't Bren's. I know my Flame's fire. It caresses me. It's gentle and whispers to my core. When we're connected, I feel relaxed. This blaze was angry. The flames were eating at themselves, fighting for a chance to burn. Chaotic and sinister.

"Helppppp!!! Can anyone hear meeeee!!!" I heard the voice I have wished to hear the most over the past few weeks. My Rock!

"Addanon, where are you? I am here, call out. Please, Addanon, where are you?!" I screamed above the noise.

"I... I don't know where here is. I am trapped. It won't let me out. I...... I know your voice," he answered, sounding slightly less panicked.

"Addanon, can you see anything at all? Anything that could help me find you?" I shouted.

"Just the fire. It's all walled up around me. I... I can't see anything. All I know other than the flames, is your voice," he weeped.

"Addy, Addy... my Rock please..... I want to help you. Don't cry.... I'm here and I won't let you go.." I said, looking around. I felt the smoke slither down my airwaves and enter my lungs. I began coughing uncontrollably. I felt myself slipping away with each one. My body was protecting itself, I felt myself leaving the fiery prison. I struggled to stay and yelled out, "Addy, I will find you."

"No, please don't go! Who are you? Whose Addy?" I heard him ask right before I slammed into my body, gasping and coughing for breath, as Bren held me, trying to reassure me that I was okay.

I cried once I drank the glass of water Cannon offered me, "He's trapped. We have to save him. He's so lost."