Strictly Supernatural

Chapter 2
To Live Is To Die

Back in Uialtum, the survivors began cleaning up. Hardly any of them escaped unharmed, bones and spirits broken. So many Elves were killed during the night that they had to be cremated in order to fit in the already massive cemetery. As dawn broke, the Werewolves turned back into the men they once were. Soldiers came around to collect them and lead the confused people down into the dungeons. It was a law in Uialtum that no human was allowed into the kingdom. If their memories couldn’t be erased by the remaining Mages, they would be executed as quickly and painlessly as possible.

One of the Elves cleaning up the bodies gagged when he saw the body of a little boy covered in blood. He smelled like he’d been dead for days, baking in the sun. He reached down to pick up the body with his stained brown leather gloved hands. Once he touched the boy’s skin he started to squirm and cry. “This one is alive!” He called back to the other so they could bring a doctor. Sheridan’s once silver curled hair now stayed matted to his head, brown and chunky from all of the dried blood. The older boy tried to pull Sheridan away from the bodies of his parents but he kept a firm grip, screaming louder with every try. “Please, little boy, you can’t stay here! It is dangerous and filthy!” He didn’t care what the man had to say, he still clung tightly to his mother’s decaying arm. Medics came to take the boy away. They managed to get him off the body but he fought them fiercely, cursing and screaming until they could get him sedated with a sleeping charm.

As this was going on outside the castle, Aubrey lay curled on his sister’s bed. He held her newly repaired stuffed horse and smelling her strawberry perfume on her pillow. The day passed on as he lay there, refusing to eat or do much of anything else until she was here again, in her room playing games with him. He was deeply upset with his parents. Had he been king, he’d already have sent the remaining military off to find her, regardless of what the council advised. Just then, an idea popped into his head: If no one else would go rescue her, why should he go by himself? He was a skilled bowman and sword fighter. He was trained in both offensive and defensive magic. He got up off the azure bed, grabbing a few bottle of potions Ely took to help sustain her life and snuck over to his room.

That night once the mayhem of the battle was over and most chose to rest their fatigued bodies, Aubrey, dressed in the spring military uniform jumped off of the balcony. It was easy to slip into the Elenea forest with the decreased number of guards around the castle. Fortunate for Aubrey’s cause but none the less, sad to think of why they weren’t there. The forest was dark and eerie, if they wanted to, any remaining enemies could have hid here during the day. Some parts of the forest was so dense with trees, the branches blocked out all sunlight. But those parts were said to house a poisonous tree witch. Aubrey moved toward a tiny yellow glow, just a speck in the seemingly infinite darkness. That surely, was his means to get to France who went by the name Pegasus.

As he neared his father’s old friend, he saw they he chose to be in his human form rather than his true winged horse form. He sat of the ground, leaned against a tree and playing with a leaf that fell near him. From just the look of him, no one would ever guess that this white haired man in ragged clothes could possibly be the king of the Epona and the famous legendary winged horse. “Ready to go, Prince?” The Elf set his bag down smiling, “Aubrey is fine. So how am I supposed to ride you?” Pegasus got to his feet, dusting himself off and striking a sexy pose. “Any way you want.” Aubrey threw the bag at him, aiming for his girly chest. “Later, there’s no time to waste now.” Pegasus flipped his long white hair out of his face as he caught the bag and strapped it onto his back. “For all we know, she could already b-” “SHE’S NOT DEAD!” He got down on all fours and a blinding light filled the forest, it burned Aubrey’s retinas, the intensity almost as bright as the afternoon sun. Once it extinguished, a great white horse stood in his place, the bag still strapped to the back near the neck. He stomped his cloven hoof and shook his long mane. “Alright! Just hop on, I already know where to go. This wouldn’t be my first time visiting Nosferatu.”
Aubrey climbed onto Pegasus, holding onto the bag in front of him. “Nosferatu is the bastard that took her?” “No, from the way you describe him, it was one of his sons, but nothing goes on in that castle without Nosferatu’s knowledge.” He gripped the bag tighter as he took off, breaking some tree branches in the process of accelerating to a good speed to get them from northern Ireland to southern France in little over an hour. “Then he is at equal fault.” He ducked his head behind Pegasus’ the cold wind in the night sky proved too much for the Elf to bear on his own. “When we’re flying back, try to fly lower, Ely might not be able to stand this.” “That is if-” “WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU?!” “Look, just be ready for anything, ok? That kid, Dracul, he’s pretty fucked up. I’ve seen him do some horrible shit.” Aubrey felt a warm shiver go up his spine, he was anxious and Pegasus’ commentary was starting to get to him. “Just fly, ok?”