Goraeth

Chapter 2

"So let me get this straight, you stalked—"

"No, I learned."

"Fine, you learned from me that I have dark magic, and now you expect me to trust you, a child, to not say anything about my powers?"

"I'm not a child!"

"Answer me."

"Fine, I think I'll keep it secret."

"You think?"

"No, I know I will keep it secret."

"What makes you say that?"

Their conversation continued for a while before it was finally broken by the growling emanating from the woods. The girl jumped up from the rock and limped over with her scratched up leg, the scratches from being flung backwards onto the dirt. He picked her up and started to run. She let a little whimper escape her lips as she was picked up.

Girath didn't want to use his powers to get to the village. As they would definitely spot him and rat him out to the God, Girath. So he ran for a bit, until they gained on them a little too much, He slid his feet into the dirt and turned to face the beasts. Wolves. 4 to be exact. He set her down into the mud. She didn't much care about her new dress getting destroyed by the mud. She was fully encapsulated in the form of the beasts and nothing of her dress.

But suddenly, Girath caught her eye. His form started to change as he walked closer to the wolves. His neck started to turn a satin black, so did the rest of his body. Finally, his hair started to turn the opposite color of what it was. It started to turn a shade of dark blue. He looked back at her and she could see the red of his iris turn a shade of flame, no longer just red, it now looked like flames, and his sclera turned black as well.

His head turned back to the wolves as one jumped at him. Her vision seemed to turn slow as the wolf flung itself into the air to take down its prey. But in the slow air, a hand came up and slammed the wolf harder than what she has ever seen before. The spine of the animal snapped as the force of the impact ruptured its entire back. Girath had simply slapped the animal, and it went flying 50 feet until it skidded on the ground. The other wolves started to back down, until one of them saw the chance to get the little girl.

The wolf rushed towards the girl, but the animal stopped a few feet away from her face. Girath had held onto the animal's tail. Girath tore its tail off and took it by the skull and lifted it up. A tentacle emerged from his wrist and slowly sped up his hand and into the beasts neck. It stabbed firmly, killing the animal almost painlessly in such a way. The wolf began to turn black as its veins turned a darker shade. It began to liquidize and became as if it was molten lava.

It burned into the ground next to the girl and she patted her dress down before sliding away from the lava-like liquid. The other wolves became scared and scampered away after seeing their comrade become nothing but darkness. The girl screamed after finally coming to a realization of what she had seen. His form seemed to shift quickly before getting extremely close to her.

"Shh…"

"Uh… okay…"

His skin color started to return, and so did his hair color. A smile on his face formed. He was a quite a peculiar kid, never really smiling until the most screwed up of things happened. He almost never smiled after his parents died. He was so lonely. But not at this moment. He felt one step closer to being a Buhtali. He always knew that to in order to become a Buhtali, you had to be able to help people in need, and he had done just that. He felt so accomplished. Excitement filled his veins.

She was scared now, not of him, not of the wolves, but of what he could do to her. She now knew that she would never speak of his powers unless she really wanted to die. She didn't want to die. And she didn't know the full extent of his powers. She couldn't possibly think of betraying him now. He presented his hand towards her, and she resisted for a second before finally taking his hand, and getting lifted up.

She decided to walk back to the village as soon as possible, seeing as the day was becoming shorter. She limped back, until he picked her up, she let out a whimper before finally accepting it. She held on as tight as possible. Out of fear of being dropped, and out of fear of him. It took an hour before they finally made it back. As they looked over to the school house, the kids were let out, signalling that the day was over. Girath sighed and set the girl down.

"I never asked you this, what's your name?"

"Mine?" She squinted her eyes down to see if she could find it, and also think if she could trust him, "Coraim."

"Coraim?"

"Yeah, I know, it's a stupid name."

"I think it's cute."

"What?" Her face was brought back up to his.

"Nothing, only if the grass is green, and the sky, grey."

"What do you mean by that?"

"When I become a Buhtali, only if the grass if green, and the sky, grey, may I come for you."

"What does that mean? 'Come for me' I mean?"

"We'll see when that day comes I guess."

His heart started to grow for her. Girath and Coraim, it rang a sweet bell in his head. He had fallen in love. He felt the passion of saving her, and wanted to feel it again. She had seemingly fallen out of love, the primal lust for the strongest was overtaken by the simple need to survive. That day, Girath decided, would be the day he leaves. He would go to the capital of the Buhtali; Mordem.