A Concealed Wanderer Part 1

In the meantime; in a dreamless state of mind; a slight and delicate-looking female presence stands upright inside a filthy, low-beamed, teensy spare room. Straightaway, she catches sight of a bright light orange and indigo aura around a familiar small-boned, pale skinned, curly waist-long dark-auburn-haired lass; who’s wearing a square neck crop top; which’s black with shimmering ice-blue tiny veins strung all over; a matching blue miniskirt and black fuzzy leggings. Once she veers her chestnut brown eyes toward it, the surroundings swirl in a hazy, shiny silver hue; as though steam quivers, inch by inch, about her existence. Then she detects the neat masonry stone wall against her lower back whilst she sits in a corner with knees held to her ribcage. As she ponders; ‘What kinda area is this?’ she notices the lightbulb swaying to a degree. In due time, she hears the plain door squeaking open and looks that direction. She sees a petite older woman with wavy knee length black hair, teal eyeballs, and freckles. With utter caution; she repositions to a slight crouch, curling her upper lip in warning. “Who are you… and, uh… uh; what’s this location *coughs* supposed to be… anyway?” she interrogated before apprehending the freckle-faced female, mocking her in laughter and hisses, which evokes the individual to go silent. In addition, she hears the person vocalize, “Sweetie, is that any way to treat your mother…” disbelief fills her. “No, but since I disowned you. I think it fits rather well,” she rebutted. “Now, *sneezes* what’s this place… *pauses* What do *sneezes* you want? *growls* Where’s Del?” without another impression, she places palms on her hips. Instantly, she perceives the female laugh yet again and dashes over before the person can react. Without warning, the woman grabs her by the throat and slightly digs her nails into her skin. As soon as she attempts to get free, she’s lifted into the air and begins kicking. She tightens her grip on the woman’s wrist and chokes out, “You deserve to die,” whilst her eyes alter to white as she concentrates on making her burn. Before long, the section emits pale black smoke and releases her as she backs away in pain. “Ya malicious woman!” she yelped at the time that the younger female lands upon the floor crouched. “Ya will pay for that!” she warned. Laughing, she maneuvers to her feet. “Pay? Maybe one day,” she pointed out while walking toward the individual, but the person loses her nerve and retreats. She eventually sees her shut the door between them before hearing the hefty footsteps. As she pictures the image, she laughs again. In a flash, the area changes; and a five-foot-five tall, slim, pale skinned, brownish-red-haired female who’s wearing a black long-sleeved v-neck shirt, and a pair of buckle-styled snow boots; hangs from heavy duty shackles about her wrists, allowing her muscles to relax. Whilst sighing, she detects the connection to her friend pleading; and forces herself to stay awake. A source of heat makes itself known in the middle of her sternum as her tidal wave shade of blue eyes fill with tears. She glances down and notices the blue aura about the chain, its brightness almost blinding. Her burden presents itself, which has the color of shiny blue along the edge of the brown-colored scales. The red part of her hair alters to sterling silver while the plain silver becomes white; and her eyes shift to purplish silver with golden speckles. Her outrage flares whilst fire seeps from her fingertips. Then she detects it moving upward before smelling the iron dissolving. In time, the links give way and she falls to the floor; landing briefly on knees and shackled hands. Somewhat wary, she maneuvers to her feet and rushes to the cell door. She grabs the bars and yanks until it comes off the hinges. As soon as she lets go, she hears it clatter on the stone flooring and heads toward the dungeon entrance. While following the bond to her ally, her figure moves forward on its own accord as the surroundings swirl. Once she blinks, she sees a clearing; that’s only big enough; to hold a campfire and a tent. As her ears detect a splash in the nearby stream, she veers to see a young-looking man carrying a bucket that beholds two fish. An urge to rush over to him overcomes her, but remains to stand motionless. With an eyebrow arched, she watches the fellow walk past her, and a painful feeling forces itself on her. Her view shifts to a hospital hallway that holds the intensive care rooms as she apprehends a scuffle upon the floor behind her; and investigates; to spot absolutely no one there. Suddenly, her viewpoint alters yet again before looking through someone else’s eyes. She peeks around the corner to notice a nurse and realizes she’s seeing one of his memories. Then she hears him thinking, ‘Now how am I gonna be able to get by her?’ she detects the rubbing on his chin as he ponders for a moment. Whilst surveying the area, he spots a trashcan nearby. ‘That’s it!’ he contemplated before taking off his gray shoes. Next, he creeps over to the obstacle. As soon as he places the footwear behind it, he makes his way through the low-beamed corridor. In due time; the man eases open a door; and looks inside to see a silver-haired woman unconscious and alone. He walks to the green curtained rectangular window and snags a chair. He carries it to the bed and sits. As he gently grabs her hand, he exhales before whispering, “Oh, Del.” He closes his eyes. “Hope ya wake up soon. Those trouble makers are gonna pay for what happened.” Suddenly, he senses something rather chilly moving upon his hand and opens his eyes fast. With jaw dropped, he watches two icy blue flame shades coming from her hand. The fire dances with an absolute grace about their skin, with no pain or damage. Briefly, the individual studies the woman in complete astonishment and wonder. “Don’t worry, Del. Your secret is safe with me.” He uttered under his breath, and just like that; the flames vanished, which provoked him to voice; “I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure nobody hurts ya again.” As he looks through the window, determination shines. ‘I’ll find those doggone troublemakers,’ he thought. Instantly, the person’s memory fades from her mind, and notices him staring into the lit fire pit. “Zeegan,” the female spoke in an undertone and sees the fellow gaze toward her, as though looking straight through her. Immediately baffled, she flat-out views downward and notes she’s transparent yet again. She apprehends him state, “Won’t stop searching for ya, Del. I’ve looked for many years; and I’ll search for many more.” So, her mouth drops. ‘Were those delusions pieces of...? Wait a minute, how come he doesn’t appear any older than twenty-six?’ she thought. While the surroundings swirl to present a cave a few yards straight ahead, she detects the connection to her friend. At once, she glances down and acknowledges the burden. She then descends to the ground and retracts the form. As she strolls across the distance, she wonders about what she had seen while placing her hands inside the front pockets. In due time, she stands underneath the entrance and spots the white-haired man looking at her. She notes him pulling her relation to the other side while walking to her unconscious ally. When she arrives, she kneels beside her and places her palm on her upper sternum. Everything but her friend’s aura disappears as a bright silvery lightning bolt zips over lots of little towns that’re surrounded by many mountains; with a tear-shaped river along the edges of the hills. She treads into the bedroom as another light dances past the cloud covered heavens, brightening the small, tidy space. While drying her wavy, waist-long hair with a towel, she heads over to the cracked mirror; which’s situated a short range from the bifold doors; before sitting. Briefly, she drapes the material over the closet knob before grabbing the hairbrush. As she moves the bristles through her tangled mane, a glow brightens the chamber; just enough; for her to see a golden figure standing nearby. Startled, she drops the object. Besides hearing it clatter on the dressing table, she flips on the portable light switch before turning around to investigate. Her eyes flutter at seeing nothing from the usual in the faint, lit bedroom. ‘What in the; ’ her line of thought trails away; whilst cognizing a mattress creaking from the curtainless, queen-sized walnut canopy. Automatically, she twirls and reaches for the switch. As soon as she clicks it off, she dashes to her thin double-bed and bundles up, balled up somewhat loose, under the tattered, flimsy, pale blue blanket. Then, she notices the hallway light upon her wall near the ajar twofold awning window, as well as a silhouette. Once it becomes dark, she closes her eyes while wondering; ‘Was the mist my mother?’ she brushes her bangs aside. While her leg ceases extending toward the ashen yellow footboard, she dozes; before thunder crackles aloud overhead; with a gust of violent wind bellowing the undesigned emerald green curtains. Then the sound of dried rustling leaves fills the alcove while her subconsciousness has her stretching a hand from beneath the fuzzy cover. Next; she flicks it upward so that the window shuts. Yet, in her sleep, she’s hovering within reach of a rocky mountain, which presents a crater resting close by the peak, with a few gargoyles perched throughout. Steady snowflakes descend while her white eyes; that have swirling silver lines around the pupils; examine the beautiful waterfall that flows a sparkling, clear, curvy brook over to the opposite brim; through a narrow gap. A place outsiders dare not tread the climb. Her view travels the length of the stream to the watering hole. In mere seconds, she catches sight of an outline through her visual field while it walks out from one of the mound’s rounded archways. At that instant, she blinks as the environment swirls. Her tresses sway with an odd tugging sensation coursing through her from noggin to toe, which evokes her to gasp; before her legs move forward of their own accord. She hears the children… laughing, but she does not look. By choice, she watches the creek; approaching the spot with a weighted item pressed against her ribcage as she lends an ear for any intruders who’d challenge the treacherous mount. Shortly, she halts by the rugged water edge, while placing it on a flat rock; before perching with a limb dangling over the rim. Then she maneuvers her spot by scooting closer to the edge. For a minute, she views the falling snow cease on the water while noting the insufficient number of trees creaking as the breeze picks up with the weather that’s departing. Her viewpoint whirls and detects herself being upright instead of sitting on the fresh snow. ‘What the; ’ her pondering fades while she tilts her chin downward and sees a unique hybrid who strikes someone as twenty-two with smooth leather wings; which’re expanded from the human figure, which’s coated in long fuzz. While the woman’s meditating, the straight, black, dull hair sways across the deer pelt shawl that covers a part of the flat, armored spine plates; and the obsidian lightning striped fur before her mind receives a similar sensation. Without warning, she senses a powerful connection to an unknown; but familiar; person whilst her limbs walk onward on their own leeway. Instantly fascinated, she observes a blurry scenery of a faded door standing out from the sheer white surroundings, which glimmers. Then, as the flooring creaks underneath her ponderous footsteps, the threshold opens as her fingers twitch behind a piece of clothing; before hearing; “Please don’t be in there”. Briefly, she sets foot in a bedroom, leaving the doorway wide open. Unaware of a loud truck nearing, she heads further. She apprehends her heartbeat as her feet patter on the somewhat thin squishy carpet that goes between her toes. In a moment; she pauses beside the section that looks tidy compared to the other surface of the object with her hands intertwined against her back; while gnawing on her bottom lip. Then an abrupt wheeze fills the space, causing her to avert from the raveled whatchamacallit. Whilst looking towards the entryway, she gasps at seeing the tall, rippling shadow. With an immediate impulse, she retreats a step before it states, “Why I oughta! Doggone it, you youngin! I had forbidden you from using any of those outrageous, awful shenanigans! They are dangerous! Now, I say enough is enough, youngster!” As she withholds a shuddering flinch, she stops twiddling her digits whilst blinking, more or less confuzzled, in the time that she inquires, “But, uh… why, I… I,” “Lass, I hope and pray you will never understand why by any means.” The surging shape declared sternly at the instance that it steps into the room. “You’re only eleven-years-old! *sighs* Skedaddle outta here! Before I gotta make you do so by force!” “I… I…” “I said vamoose!” it spoke while charging forward. At once, the link vanishes just as she notes the smaller outline, which shimmers a pale light blue, rushing by the edges of the obstacle corner as reality shifts. While closing her eyes from the fast transfer, her spirit seeps into her slim figure. Out of habit, she raises a clawed hand up to her cheek as she catches the male presence perched nearby. Whilst she remains summoning forth a sharpened pencil, her opened amber eyes sparkle with pure concentration while observing every single sound close by the surroundings. When grasped firmly, her eyelids flutter before reaching over along the side of her. Upon seizing the dark hazelnut brown leatherback book, she maneuvers her legs so that the other limb dangles over the stream rim. Then she gets an eerie feeling deep in her gut. Next, she situates the battered, massive item on top of her lap. Besides that, she unlatches the two brass swing bag clasps afore, easing it unfolded carefully to a specific spot while holding it steady. And so, she drums the utensil against her thigh while waiting, patient, for the blank sheet of sturdy parchment which appeared out of nowhere; to secure itself to the binding so that she can continue writing the important details. As the chirping sparrows overhead go silent, she recognizes a sudden; as well as unexpected; powerful shift in the atmosphere around her existence as her hair lurches with the airflow once more, as her muscles tense immensely. While she settles the pencil over the page; she ceases above it as a breeze drifts through the crater. Unplanned, noisy, rumbling stones provoke her to take a gander toward the location at the instant of thunder crashing together with bangs in the very near distance. Out of sheer instinct; she closes the book while snapping her fingers so that the items vanish from sight, before she maneuvers to her moccasin covered feet that resemble tiger paws. Intrigued, she saunters onward to the ledge path, which spans halfway about the valley border. Searching with utter discreetness for something out of the ordinary while she tucks her tresses against the rear of her elfish, pointy ears. Sooner than expected, she veers to the left. Whilst heading straight to the narrow brim, her plated feline tail drags on the snowfield. In a short duration, she ascends the smooth surface. She examines the beautiful scenery, so she’s able to view the people while disregarding their muffled chitter-chatter. As the tiny snowflakes return while becoming somewhat bigger, she tugs her shawl more snuggly against her backside; before pressing her wings on her shoulders. In due time; she emerges from the enclosed section, by the end of the footpath; and pegs someone standing, reasonably, a jump away, to the overseeing edge. Accompanied by black, silvery, creepy mist swirling inch by inch of his tall, muscular frame; while she comes to a halt. ‘Um… um, odd,’ she thought, befuddled, before rubbing the more or less hidden medium waxing midnight blue crescent moon between her thin eyebrows. For a moment; she surveys him with suspicion in her eyes before coughing. “Hello, newcomer, welcome; to our pleasant human free guarded haven,” she spoke; on the point that she eyeballs with curiosity, not blinking an eyelash, while the strange guy leers at her amid the silhouettes of utmost cautioned eyes. “Um, sir, what… *sighs*… brings you here to this place? *clears throat* and *coughs* to us? To this truly exquisite land of ours.” Angered, the male slants his brows while gesturing towards the undisturbed beings that are walking the wide area below them. “Uh, in complete seriousness, you say that there’re no humans? So, please tell me this…; who are they?” In the act of him flexing his digits, an intensely fierce growl escapes his lips; as he glares at her sapphire blue gem designed curved, bumpy horns atop of her noggin. “Plus, I have noted; if I am not mistaken with my eyesight; they appear to be like mere regular pathetic individuals to me. So explain that one to me; why don’t you?” With a blank expression, she clasps her hands loose in front of the waist length shawl afore confessing, “They received rare gifts that are not welcomed anywhere else.” Then, rather angered, he backtracks with clenched fists to his sides; before taking immediate refuge inside the pure dense clouds whilst screaming, “I do not trust any of these so-called condemned magical creatures, either! Be warned, lady... I shall forever kill every single last gifted creature until I find it and revenge will be mine!” While the crater darkens, she watches the fog rise with slanted eyes. Suddenly, many silvered lightning bolts dash over the cloud covered heavens, causing everyone to run for the safety of the manmade tunnels. Straightaway, she gets a feeble, earful of crying. Out of sheer instinct, she takes a gander sideways toward the source to notice a child with curly brunette hair. Beyond hesitation, she expands her huge wings to their full extension, while she charges forward to the ridge before soaring to the youngster. Not only that, but she prepares her limbs while she catches wind of the man hollering, “I am not gonna let her death be in vain!” The boy veers around on his feet along with reaching upward before pleading, “Help me, please…; please… please!” In the blink of an eye, she hoists the lad from the ground. At that instant, she thinks, ‘You are now the Prophecy Protector.’ At once, her viewpoint shifts just as the thunder rumbles. While unable to control her legs, which supposedly have a mind of their own; she lays eyes on a towering, fit fellow ambling onwards to the fuchsias as he retracts large and smooth feather detailed mulberry red wings into his existence. Although somewhat crouched, he sets a cautious foot into the gloomy tunnel, while splitting the wilted vines. Without warning, he spots a familiar face that has a natural-born white mane and magenta eyes. “Hey girl, are you enjoying this weather?” “Maybe, if the enormous critters stay being absent,” she voiced in the time that she inspects the lit fire pit. With a gut feeling, he views the mid-afternoon sky and acknowledges it, blackening as the breeze howls. “Such a mystery,” he uttered. She grabs the stick beside of her and maneuvers the embers. “So true, Zade.” She vocalized, before looking hard at the flickering shadows on the cavern wall; as she remains holding the twig. After that; he strides a few steps but comes to a halt; as he notices the echo of flapping. With a puzzled look; he scans the entryway once more; to see an individual with natural-born gray tresses and magenta eyes; gliding into the cave. The female nods ahead of positioning the vast dark brown wings against her backside. “Hi.” “Helga, please come get warm by the heat,” the woman spoke, while she pats the thick oak timber. The birds are not making noise while she complies, so they can perceive her chattering teeth with ease. While warming her palms near the flames, thunder crackles in the distance, as she voices, “Ugh, this weather’s blustery *scoffs* and freezing.” The girl nods in complete agreement. “Indeed,” she stated before gandering straight at the trees, afore voicing, “At least the ginormous critters aren’t here.” As he contemplates, he taps his fingertips before stating, “I agree with that.” Then she peeks through the greenery whilst lifting clasped fists. “Agreed.” In due time, he goes to the unoccupied log and sits before gazing at the willow leaf symbol resting on Helga’s cheekbones. When she twitches her plain smooth tail, he scoots closer. Although she is glaring, she drops her limbs and inquires, “Must I change into the human form so that you quit staring?” The guy rests his fists on his hips before voicing, “She’d have to disguise her gift. So, I don’t understand why we should hide.” “Because the…” she goes silent as the land trembles, causing her to gaze toward the timbers. She gasps at laying eyes on the dinosaur-looking beasts materializing amid black fog. In a flash, she sees the others dashing to the opening. Instantly, upon the extent that they take flight, she jumps up and rushes after them. While she makes her way out, the other girl notices a bolt zipping nearby, which provokes her eyelids to flutter from the sheer crystal whiteness. At once, she hears a gurgling scream. With urgency, she whirls in the general area to view the white-haired woman developing into a statue and dives. Briefly, she lands on her heels in front of the individual, and gapes at her fraternal twin. Suddenly, the man snatches her into his sturdy embrace while he is flying straight forward to the rock shelter, dodging the creatures. While the rain descends, they enter, and he releases her before rushing to the nearby slender corridor. At that instant, she adjusts the handmade fur skirt, throughout the continuance of pausing for quietness to begin. In a short duration, she dashes back to the stone podium before easing the album open. Out of sheer instinct, she pulls two specific pages from the binding and folds the paper before placing them into the secret pocket of the clothing. Next, she snatches the novel to her ribcage afore, hurrying to the passageway whilst holding it tight. In due time; she sets foot in the room that provides another stone pulpit; and identifies a familiar woman; perched a few steps from the man. With a blank expression, she inquires, “What brings you here?” The individual clasps her fists before stating, “Our leader demands something.” With an impulse, she tightens her grip. “What’s the demand?” “That you give it to me,” she responded without movement. Aggravated, he growls in the instance that he crosses his arms as he straightens his posture. “Absurd.” “It’s alright,” she voiced before handing it over to her, and at once…; her visual field shifts yet again on the point that she senses herself strolling with clothes draped over an arm as she remains heading straight to the treeline. Without warning, she detects rough hands gripping her shoulders along with falling on her tush upon the hard dirt patch; afore gawking, horrified at viewing the swirling eerie black silhouettes that behold dull, blood-red eyes. “Del, stand up on your own two feet; right now!” reasonably startled, her eyelids widen as she observes the dreary overcast through the window. “I can’t do that Dez!” she spoke before tilting her chin downward whilst voicing, “What an unusual dream before the repetitive delusion.” She expels air and moves to an upright sitting position before shaking her noggin groggily. By force of habit, she stretches her arms high and wide in a half-circle ahead of scooting over the mattress while she tosses the blanket aside. In the instance of yawning, she settles her bare feet on the thin faded yellow carpet while vacating the bed. She saunters forward toward the closet whilst moving her knotted mane away from her tidal wave shade of blue eyes. Once she faces the wardrobe, she opens the bifold doors and searches the materials to find the dark gray flying-raven-styled t-shirt; along with a pair of worn-out hole designed denim jeans. In a moment, she retrieves the pieces.