Nowhere left to turn...

“He’s here.”

“No, no he’s not!”

“I’m telling you he’s here Fergalo!”

His tail swayed to and fro, eyes twitching in anticipation. Anxiety and anticipation were easily read on their faces.

“There is no way that he’d hole up here.”

Fergalo’s nose tilted skyward. Sniffing nothing seemed to grasp his attention. Nothing out of the ordinary anyway.

“Bresh, let’s go. Why are you wasting my time with this?”

Lowering his nose Fergalo turned heading towards the door. Lines of frustration etched across his brow; a slight growl lisped the edge of his words. Bresh had brought him here time and again searching for, him. For the one who would save the colony. For the one who would bring the clans together.

“Please,” a slight trembling in her voice, “just a little longer Ferg? Just a little longer.” Falling to her knees in the middle of this dilapidated old barn, tears began to drip from her aquamarine eyes. Rolling through her forest green fur, the droplets pooled at its tips, before falling into the dusty hay lined floor. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!”

Fergalo, after a decade, had finally snapped. Through bared fangs and clenched fists, he growled back at her. Immediately stopping himself his eyes to darted into the forested area outside, a sigh of relief ensuing. Not noticing anything or anyone outside, he returned his attention to Bresh. She had been there for him when no one else had. But he was tired. Tired of her endless obsession with the Trician Lore.

“We have to go, now.” Attempting to reign his frustrations Fergalo continued towards the door. “We will try again later. Besides the level of debris is too great for us to move in broad daylight. We must be smart about this Bresh.”

Taking one final deep breath Bresh jumped to her feet, the old boards buckling under her weight. “Whatever. You’re becoming just like the rest of them.” Pushing past, she paused, pointing towards the door.

“I thought no one could sneak up on you Ferg?” To their surprise a soft mist began rising in columns from the floor, encasing the frame.

“Yea, I don’t think this has anything to do with beings we know.” Backing away Fergs hand reached for Bresha, pushing her behind him as he drew his blade. “What did you touch Bresh?”

“I didn’t touch anything!” Her thoughts raced. Attempting to retrace each step made since entering she froze. Her grip tightened on Fergalo’s arm. “I stepped on it….”

“YOU WHAT!!”

“I stepped on something earlier. When I jumped the board…” Frantic she turned looking for the imprinted board she had just left. Scrambling her hands finally crossed the loose boards which had buckled earlier. “Here! Here! I found it!”

Clearly no longer worried about getting caught she began viciously tearing through the wooden planks. Slight whirring greeted her ears as soft luminescent blue lights became visible. “We…. We found it! Ferg, we found it!”

Still watching the door, Fergalo had larger concerns. Slowly from the misty woods visages began to appear. Clad in black and green fatigues, the Priests guard slowly appeared before him.

“Umm, Bresh…I think we’ve got company.” Reaching for his blade, Ferg’s stance lowered. Still congnisent of the misty wall between them, neither team seemed to want to be the first to test its abilities.

Bresh’s eyes however now glazed in the same mist that covered the door as she poured every ouce of energy into digging. Reaching down she finally grasped what seemed to be a handle. Yanking it mist began pouring from the sides and top.

~HISSSSSSSS~

“What! What did you do?” Startled, Fergalo glanced back at the sound only to see Bresh’s eyes.

“Oh no! Oh no no no no no!” Sheathing his blade, he raced back to her grabbing her face. His hands widening her eyes to see what had become of them. “What, what happened to you?”

Bresh, without hesitation, gripped his wrists firmly.

“You, you were the only one who believed in her.” Her voice now overlayed with that of another. One more… ancient. “You will join her…yes?”

Unable to break the grip Fergalo looked back at the nearing pack of guards.

“I see I have no choice…?” Jokingly, he allowed her to wrap his arms in a hug around her waist.

“Then…Shall we go?”

In a flash of blue light, the mists that had now filled the entirety of the barn consumed them. The guards, seeing the misty columns removed, raced forward only to find a single ancient pot. Each looked at the other in awe and worry. One attempted to lift the lid, but before his hand could reach it a swirl of blue mist circled it, causing the vase to vanish.