The ghost war

“Hello Sethai”

“Ah, Aren, good evening”

“Indeed”

Aren pulled the hood of his cloak down to reveal eerily snow white hair that fell upon his broad shoulders softly.

“Good to see you, by the way, why are we here?”

“well, as you can see Dahni has let us use the Mare Bar’ at for this conversation”

“Yes, and?”

“The gathering is this year, Sethai”

“Oh yes I know that”

Sethai frowned deeply and adjusted his black sleeves.

“Dahni is building a playground”

“How wonderful”

“Yes, this year it is going to be very dangerous Ai”

“I see, what should we do?”

“What we can”

“Yes, now where is Dahni?”

“Wandering around torturing innocent dreamers”

“Good ol’ chap”

Aren strolled between the looming pillars, examining their steadfast structure. The hall was dark and depressing, containing an air of cold arrogance. Of course, none of it was actually real, just made of illusions, materials of dreams and nightmares woven together like bitter threads. All work done by the dream master himself. Sethai followed Aren examining the long sword hanging on his glistening snake skin belt.

“So you expect the Loure to be any gender in particular?”, he said nonchalantly.

“Probably just for the sake, it will be a girl”

Sethai sighed deeply and crossed his arms.

“ So Dahni will be playing his little erotic games once again?”

“ You know the council”

Aren turned suddenly and faced Sethai’s composed face.

“This is serious, Ai, we have to help the Loure, this is not right”

His eyes shone with distress. Sethai nodded solemnly and stared at the ceiling in thought. A shadow crept from behind his back slowly and smoothly, like a winding snake getting ready to strike.

“Good evening gentleman, I assume you are having a pleasant experience?”

The two men quickly faced the same way and stared at the creature in front of them in fascination and awe. He stood with his arms crossed in authority, smirking rather unpleasantly, but still never losing his handsome features. Long ravens’ wings of hair fell to the tips of his shoulders, framing his face if not for the straying locks that fell into his cold grey eyes. He was muscular and strong looking, his tight black t-shirt showing it off, and his silver woven pants shone with a fake brightness in the hall. Around what was revealed as his neck, was a chain necklace with a glossy purple stone hanging from it. As he smiled, his thin fingers stroked it out of some sort of inhuman habit developed, because this man was no human. Aren stared, but remembered his dignity, though forced, and bowed his head properly.

“Dahni, thank you for your gracious rent of the hall”

Dahni flicked his nails with a bored expression and nodded.

“I was not using it, and anyways who else would I leave it to but my dear friends?”

Sethai did not seem so respecting. Looking with distain at the Mare master, his hand drifted to the sword on his side dangerously.

“Hold you weapon steady Sethai, I’m not here to argue, but rather to show you my Loure”
The two men nodded in agreement.

“So who is it then Dahni?”

Dahni waved his hand and smiled wider. A wind was brought up in the hall, swirling its way to the heart of the room. It created a small mist like screen, and a picture began to develop. He began to pace happily, which was not uncommon for his overly confident character. He was after all The Mare Master.

“Gentlemen, may I present to you, the competitor of the gathering, the breach of illusionary worlds and real ones, Miss Liana Orno, also half member of the Nakir”.

The picture was clear now, showing a girl about fifteen, running the streets of a deadly Eionville.

Sethai and Aren nearly died that moment at the picture of the innocent.

“But she is so young, Dahni you cannot be serious”, said Sethai nervously.

“ Ah, but that is the point men, take someone completely unknowing and twist their lives like candy. She is so chaste, I just might have to take a ride myself, give her hand…..”

Aren was shivering with anger and frustration, but the elbow in his chest from Sethai reminded him of his position.

“Dear god Dahni, what have you done?”

“he question is what I haven’t done, and what am I going to do next?”, now watch the smoke”


He turned, taking no more buts, and motioned to the picture flowing in clarity. Sethai looked at the purity in the girls eyes, and was shaken deeply. Dahni jumped up and clicked his heels in a sadistic joy, never taking his inhuman eyes off the girl.

“oh don’t you love the gathering?”,

Aren turned.

“As a matter of fact Dahni, I do not” he said

A small quiver of anger veined in the face of the mare master and he made his way back to the two men.

“You must learn to deal with things my dear Aren, for sometimes it is someone else’s hands that rock the cradle”

Sethai raised his eyebrow and whispered “literally”.