*cringes* Okay, I know I haven’t been very active lately, but I swear I have an excuse, and that would be STAAR testing. For those of you who don’t know, this is a rigorous test, which, if I don’t pass it, I will have to repeat the year. Fun, right? I have been keeping up with the stories that have been posted, but I never had the time to comment under anything. I finally managed to catch a break today and have been typing for hours. I plan to dominate the Recently Updated bar, then go back into hiding. I’m sorry to those who care (shaadia, Captain S10… Shorty for simplicitys’ sake), but I won’t be seen much in the next couple of weeks except, maybe, a really short comment here and there. I still read the stories though, and I’m really glad you continued TCSB shaadia, I liked that story!
I managed to add two chapters, which have been written for weeks, but never typed, and I will try to update WWYD, but it’s getting late, so no promises.
Well, I think I’ll stop rambling and let y’all read the story, so without further delay…
Artemis sat down at his desk, leaning back in the oxblood leather chair with a frustrated sigh. Holly was perched on the window sill, bearing a face that clearly stated “business only”. He swiveled the chair to face her, the distant look on his face tinged with a rare hint of confusion.
“What is it, Artemis?” asked Holly.
“I just don’t understand. The male siren could have simply followed the female in the way she came, but why save her now? She had been shot at more than once and spent a good few hours restrained and sedated. Nothing came up on the cameras when she escaped, the bonds simply… dissolved. I don’t know why he’s here!” he threw his hands up in the air in frustration.
Holly leaned back against the window frame, glancing through the crystal clear glass with a thoughtful expression. “I don’t know either. It could have been another power, or it could have simply been good stealth.” she sighed.
“I don’t think it was magic, I would have known.” he said absently.
Holly raised an eyebrow sharply. “You ‘would have known’? Forgive my skepticism, but how exactly would you have known?”
Artemis looked up, a bashful look replacing the distant one. Holly looked at his with an expecting glare. “I may have tweaked the communicator you gave me to pick up on nearby magical hotspots. It picks up on you, or any other fairy, when you’re about twenty yards away.” he admitted sheepishly, but he hadn’t finished yet, his expression morphing into a more serious one. “It vibrated when the mist began to fill my study, but not when the handcuffs dissolved. That was something besides magic, though what, I’m not certain.”
“I knew you didn’t just sense shielded fairies!” then the second half of what he said registered. “Wait, so the disappearing cuff wasn’t magic? What in Fronds’ name could it have been!”
“I’m not sure, but whatever it may be, we have to assume it is hostile. We can’t expect anything else, or it may well cost us our lives.”
Obsidia was still staring at Sorens’ unconscious face long after the boy and elf left. She bided her time trying to telepathically tap into his mind, but she was far too young for that ability to be of any use on someone who wasn’t awake.
She sighed. She was too young for many of her abilities to help her when she was in way over her head. Like now. Ismyra studied her from her place on the floor. She lifted her shimmering head from its resting place on her crossed paws.
Don’t worry so much. The boy and the elf are trying, but it will take time.
“I know, Ismyra, but knowing won’t make me feel any better about it.” she replied, her own mental voice bouncing off the corners of her mind.
You will have to be patient. Ismyra stood and gently nudged her hand with her nose. He will pull through, you must believe that.
“I hope so.”
Artemis finally couldn’t take it anymore.
“Holly, will you please stop pacing! I know you’re restless, but you’re breaking my concentration.”
She climbed into one of the plush leather chairs against the wall of the lab, curling her knees into a ball and squeezing her knees to her chest. “Sorry, Artemis. I just can’t stop thinking about that boy.” her head dropped to her knees. “He might not make it because of us, and then we would release the wrath of a siren. Young, granted, but so powerful, with no known weaknesses besides shooting them with holy water over and over. What if that stops working! Then we-“
“Holly, look at me. Breathe.”
She looked into his eyes, like deep pools emanating calm radiance. She felt her fears and worries melt like a snowflake in a child’s palm. “It’s going to be alright.” he said, wrapping his slight arms around her tense body. Her muscles remained locked in place for a few more moments before she loosened and returned the reassuring hug.
“For everyone’s sake, I hope you’re right.”