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And as if sensing someone behind them, Darion turned around to meet his gaze and so did she.

"And this is the human?,"he said,his voice was quite deep and uncaring. It almost made her take a step behind Darion,and his appearance did nothing to help her already developing fear of him. He was so huge and quite muscular with warm blond hair,she didn't go further than that. Making eye contact with such a person could be really terrifying. He was too bulky to be called handsome, but women would surely swoon over a body like he's.

"I'm Beatrice Winter,"she said with a light courtesy, and he didn't as much as hum in acknowledgement of her Introduction. He scoffed as he walked past her to an older looking man and she bit her lip," She wasn't welcome here?

"Pay him no heed ,he's always like that."Darion said from beside her,"that's Marshall,the second of us, he's a wind mage and in charge of the second section,the army, security, protection."he explained in detail.

"Well, that explains his form."she muttered with her hand slowly patting her chest. She could hardly believe they were brothers.

"It looks more like a feast than a casual dinner,"she said, taking a look around.

"It is indeed a feast,the full moon feast, a celebration of survival. It happens once every year,"he explained again.

"I must be deemed worthy of being here then,"she said as she smiled brightly.

"Survival from what exactly?"she asked as they walked deeper into the room. The candles around the room had an odd illumination to them, they seemed brighter, and a little silvery, seeming nothing like the normal golden, it gave the room this rather icy feeling to her. She drew closer to Darion but, it was actually beautiful. One thing was for sure,this place was a total defilement of the rules she was used to.

"The massacre."he answered curtly.

"m******e?I have heard nothing of that sort,"she said, turning her complete attention to him.

"Well,it was-"

"Brother!"they heard a voice call just in front of them, and it turned out to be a girl of around fifteen years of age. She had beautiful brown hair,the shade of copper,she was smallish in size and as she came closer Trice noticed how beautifully beaded her eyes were,with a slight slant at the corners,she looked beautiful,like the princess she obviously was.

"You look beautiful!"she finally got to them, she held Trice's hands as she stared at her face,then she looked at Darion with a total change of countenance.

"You never said she was so beautiful,"looking back at Trice she spoke again,"I'm sorry, I'm Arina, the light mage."she said, looked right out of the window and as soon as Trice looked out she she saw the lightening race the the sky, she had to step back and hold darion's hand again, gracious!, that looked so deadly!,she she said light,that wasn't what she had expected.

"I'm sorry that did scare you."she said in a low tone, really looking sorry.

"No I was just caught off guard, I'm Beatrice, winter by the way,"she said with a bow and the pointy ears made her look more elf like

"We have to meet sometime and talk. You'll tell me how the human world is and how it works."she said with pleading eyes, and Trice just had to say yes.

"Of course, I'ld love to,"Trice said with a smile. At least she was a better version of her brother,a lot more fun to talk to anyone if not for the display of lighting. She would also have said she looked quite harmless.

" OK,see ya."she said as she walked closer to her brother and whispered something to him and he almost choked while she smiled devilishly as she walked away. They were all crazy, Trice thought as she looked at the retreating figure. She wondered what she had told him. She would have asked but it wasn't in her place to do so.

"Mr Presley,a pleasure meeting you again,Mrs Presley."Darion greeted a man looking about his forties with a slightly younger looking woman, who she believed to be his wife. He barely spared her a glance, but she greeted him anyway.

"Beatrice winter."she said with a courtesy and the lady smiled at her.

"Alora Presley,nice to meet your acquaintance."Alora said and quickly shoved her husband beneath his arm and he winced a little.

"Elvis Presley,"he said in a crisp tone, and Mrs Alora glared daggers at him.

"We were just on our way out,there is a matter that requires our urgent attention."Mr Presley said as he walked past them along with his wife.

"He's an assistant to the fourth section,they are the idea makers, they always have way to solve the troubles of the land,they have special healing abilities and help to train others in that field."he said ,beside her, and she nodded her head in acknowledgement. It was rather nice that he was taking his time to explain all these things to her and she knew that she still had a long night ahead of her and with that,she clung to his arm as they proceeded.

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Why had he gotten so annoyed? It was just a question,she thought. As she strolled through the corridors with a lantern in her hand,it had been hours since he stormed out and she still hadn't seen him since then. She stopped by painting on the wall, raising her lantern to the painting of the young woman. She looked so beautiful and if only she had survived the delivery process, would Ivor have been a better person?she breathed out again, clutching her cloak tightly around her body, the weather was only getting worse, and the only reasonable thing to do was to stay inside of their room and stock the fireplace with enough woods, but something was just calling at her and she didn't know what it was,she felt restless and her heart felt unusually heavy.

She looked at the wall where he had taken out his anger the previous day and it was back to normal.

Taking the stairs, she walked down and turned to the door that was to the garden. She shivered at the blast of cold air but she kept moving forward and stopped only when she heard some voices. She hid behind some bushes and she was beginning to think she had an affinity with bushes.

There were two figures and one of them was undoubtedly Ivor. He stood with both hands in his pockets,with someone she could identify, as Roman tried dragging something out of the already dug-up soil. She lowered her lantern to avoid the risk of being spotted but,as if sensing something, Ivor took a look around.

"It would do a lot of good if you'd give me a hand,"he said to Ivor, who finally looked down at him and nodded, and just as they raised the lifeless looking figure out of the hole she gasped in horror and turned around immediately and, with the ticking of sticks,she ran back in but not before he caught a glimpse of her cloak.

"That little imp,"he muttered, looking at the way she had just gone through.