S1:EP2 - Jarem and Heta
Within The Light Of Shadows
“Another victim, much like the other. It will be hard for the Arcanuma, to ignore this.” The young raven-haired woman stated, straightening her midnight-blue robes.
Her companion also wearing similar robes, pulled down his hood. The action revealed a handsome face. draped in amber hair. He pulled a wand from his left sleeve and flicked it in a rhythmic configuration. A green glow bloomed upon the victim’s bones. They rose as if alive, flesh wrapped the bones, revealing their owner’s human face.
“Heta…Do you know her?” The man asked as he gazed upon the image.
“Jarem, I don’t know every dead magiborn.” Heta teased.
“This one you do…” Jarem added.
Heta gazed at the magical specter. Years of memory flooded her mind, those of youth, innocence, and the name of this woman…. “Bella!” She exclaimed, “I have not seen her since, apprenticeship, and before her banishment.”
“Yes…same for me. She was the one who recruited me to the Shadowem, all those years ago,” Jarem paused. “I thought her placed under a Watcher for her involvement in helping in Shadowem Wars.
“This is the work of a Shade, one that did not get the word, that the war is over and the Shadowem lost.”
“Seven years is plenty of time to face realities. Something is brewing, and I agree the Arcanuma must examine this evidence.” Jarem stated.
Jarem waved his wand once more, and the bones lowered to the ground, its illusionary flesh fading. He then snapped his wand to the ground nearby and traced a pattern that glowed. A small portal sprung to life, a small spritely, and furry figure leapt from the portal. It looked at the bones, and then peeped to the warlocks
“Yes, only the one.” Jarem answered.
The small creature squeaked in response.
“Yes…no curses upon the bones.”
A pair of sparkling back eyes glared at Jarem. Then the creature snapped it fingers, and a bag appeared in its small thin hands. It then began collecting the victim’s bones and putting them into its bag. The creature sniffed each bone it placed into the bag.
“Such strange creatures…Bogarts.” Heta stated.
The Bogart glared at Heta, then shook its little fist and spat, to the tune of a squeak and growl.
“She meant nothing by it, little one, please see that Old Graer, gets these bones straightway.” Jarem said, with a slight smile
The Bogart eyed Heta, once more and then shrilled a whisper to Jarem.
Jarem leaned toward the Bogart, winked, and whispered back, “I will be sure to watch out for her.”
The Bogart then hopped back to the portal and leapt into it. Seconds later the magical gateway faded from existence.
“What did it say to you?”
“No, the bones…you fool.”
“It told me that you smell of trouble.”
“Like I said…strange.”
“Well, there is nothing more we will find here. I would like to visit someone before we head back to the Arcallos.”
“Binnix of course.”
“Whatever you see in that charlatan, I will never understand.” Heta huffed.
“That no way to speak about my old mate.”
“At least your pick your mates…wiser now.”1239
“I assume that you mean, my association with you.”
Jarem waved his wand in a wide arc and then muttered strange words . A great portal sprang to life.
“I am going to regret this little visit.” Heta stated and walked toward the portal.
“I can’t help that he has taken a shine to you…Heta, but it is amusing.”
The two witches soon left the alley behind, and once more it fell into silence. A ghost rose from the ground, where the bones once had lain. It too…remembered the witches.
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