Not All Heroes Are Guiltless

Chapter 61

Chapter 61

Dungan’s POV

Another f*****g portal. This demon is a coward and keeps running and hiding from me.

Portals are not something very common. I have researched the concept but to put it into practice is impossible for one person. To tie the fabric of magic from one place to another and then bridge the gap for someone to step through is an act of the gods. No mortal could step through.

We can travel through the spirit realm but our body never materializes on the other side. Then, someone to just happen upon a spirit tether is next to impossible. My mate had to be given one by an entity with the freedom to travel between more planes than imaginable. Even he doesn’t use portals which weren’t set up and designed by the gods themselves.

I was researching portals when I was trying to design the specific enchantment on the cloak that would allow it to be stored within my own reserve. To be able to pocket my cloak inside my reserve wasn’t as complicated as if I needed to create its own dimensions. I could put anything in the cloak and push it into my reserve but anything living would die instantly crushed and compacted.

I never had anyone else borrow my cloak before my Nadar. So, I am often caught offhanded when she is placing items in the one, I gave her. I can almost read the intent of the items in the storage and wish I could help her, but if she doesn’t know what item exists within my reserve, she doesn’t know how to bring it out.

Another conundrum for a time when I’m not chasing after gutless deviants through portals. That is if I ever get the time.

Gentry walks into the cabin and turns his head, “Nothing. I didn’t mean it as I didn’t trust you. I just hoped a tracker would be able to pick up on something you could have missed. Hou Ndours are not known to be savy with magic intellect and I was with the King for nearly every encounter. I’m completely taken away. Even the network didn’t warn me of the potential threat some of these people posed.”

I turn my head sideways, “Has Bellar never fought against a child of Neith?”

Gentry looks at me and crosses his arms, “No. I’ve never heard of Neith. Do we have a book about them?”

I chuckled, “Yeah, a side mention in the White North and Redland histories. The story says that the Goddess Neith had a child that was outcasted. I have never been able to learn of his crimes. He was sent to wander between worlds, but he was a trickster and a deceiver at heart. He escaped into our world and his real name has never been uttered. After the North Forest obliterated itself to rid themselves of the pest, he travelled to find a more appeasing place. He landed in Redland and was supposedly defeated by my ancestor Delia.”

“Then why are you bringing him up now?” Gentry says shaking his head.

“Why would he aim directly at Redland?” I turn to Gentry with a crooked smile.

Gentry stared at me for awhile he crossed his arms and then seemed to jolt up, “Hou Ndours are being lead a dark master, a descendant of Neith. They were only used as a pawn to get closer to Redland and then reap the rewards of our weak King. They couldn’t move a force strong enough to invade Redland without us looking the other way. Hou Ndours covered a lot of ground and used the bare minimum to get the people to be frightened enough to obey their commands, but they were searching for something. And they don’t want anyone else to know what they are looking for. Hence the portals and the untraceable spells. Do you know what they are looking for?”

“Not entirely. Growing up I often heard the complaints about the Am and Del families, the white wolves and black wolves, were more favored and spoiled by the gods. While the other three clans were cherished but never given the same attention the gods bestowed on the other two. When the white and black said they wanted to help the people not associated to the lupine they were encouraged and well prepared to protect them. There must be some artifact that the descendant believes he can use to gain more power.” I say and Gentry nods in agreement.

Gentry looks at my questionably, “You don’t know what it is.”

“I may be a black wolf, but I was raised with the grey. Family secrets weren’t something I had anyone pass down to me.” I say crossing my arms.

Gentry starts to slowly pace through the room back and forth. I turn back to my drawings I was working on. Taking what I know about portals and the few spells I recognized when I encountered to find some way to track a better position than the scent of the tear of the space fabric.

“If Delia defeated this descendant, why is he a threat now?” Gentry asks randomly.

“I strongly suspect he didn’t come to this place to terrorize the world. I’m almost certain he wasn’t celibate.” I say mumbling almost inaudible. “The time between the mage war to when Delia was fighting him spanned over a thousand years. He wasn’t strong enough to pose a threat to her after he had been in this world and allowing the power to build. The older he got the more powerful he became and I would imagine his magical reserve was nearly bottomless when he fought against Delia. Those light swords do more than just look pretty. They burn when they touch other people magic and nullifies it.”

“Yours isn’t light though. Its shadow and darkness.” Gentry trembles. “The first time I saw you use them I had trouble even speaking to you. First time I ever felt fear as palpable as butter. I still get shaken when you use them. Can you use the light swords.”

I shake my head, “No, I watched AmStar training often when I was younger. I just copied the summoning spell she did hoping I would be able to do the same. I thought because I was in the same bloodline, I would have the ability. Even though my mother was never able to accomplish the task either. I summoned swords not made of light. But then again, I was corrupted at a young age. I figured they were just a reflection on the darkness of my soul.”

Gentry crosses his arms still in deep thought and I can feel he wants to say something but chooses not to. “If this Dark Master is searching for something and the descendant was looking for the same thing. Why hasn’t Queen Lana used it against us? We were her biggest enemy for centuries.”

I break into a laughing unable to keep a straight face. Gentry places on his hips and I try to cover myself up, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t laughing at you. I’ve said this before, I’ve been searching for a way to deal with my tyrant of a mother. I think she and this Dark Master is looking for the exact same artifact.”

“What? She doesn’t know where it is?” Gentry says with a laugh.

“No, and she’s been burning down the forest trying to find it for well over the last five centuries. She’s had such poor luck finding the artifact, the Hou Ndours had to pull her out of their way to be able to even get a crack at it.”