Plight of the Shikari: Chapters 1-5

Chapter One

The young man’s hands flowed gracefully over the bar as he wiped the remnants of condensation from its surface. He eyed the door warily every so often, awaiting their arrival, HER arrival. It had been some time since she’d come calling. He held his breath and listened closely to his patrons as they gossiped. He’d only hoped to gather just enough information to buy him another day, week, or month of peace in the city. Having to relocate, especially in this form, was becoming increasingly difficult. He’d try, nonetheless, if it came down to it, but he’d rather stay rooted where he felt safe. Ambrosia City was his home, and he’d like to keep it that way.

As the bar emptied and the streetlamps illuminated the cobblestone streets beyond the wooden doors of his tavern, he became more and more anxious. She’d told him she’d arrive after closing, but was known to arrive early, and not alone at that. He scowled to himself as her image floated briefly through his mind. He flicked his wrist, causing the lights in the room to extinguish and the door of the tavern to slam shut. The last of the patrons were gone. All that was left to do was wait.

And wait he did. He stacked the chairs on the tables, counted the coin beneath the bar, and lazily waved his hand over various dust bunnies and cobwebs as he made his way back to his small living quarters. As he turned the corner, a flicker of light caught his eye, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin.

“Did you wait long, my dear Helio?” Her long, flowing emerald, green hair draped over her shoulder, framing her slender face. She eyed him through her choppy bangs, golden eyes gleaming beneath the dim light of the hall. “I asked you a question.” Her voice was soft, sultry, and smooth like butter.

“I’m sorry mistress. I was just so stunned by your beauty.” He stammered as he moved past her, motioning for her to follow.

“Does that mean you don’t have anything useful for me, Helio?” She toyed with a lock of her hair seductively as her hips swayed after him.

“I have something, yes. It certainly is something.” His voice trailed off as he made his way into the small living quarters and sank into his favorite, puffy armchair. “I see his highness isn’t with you this evening?”

She sat across from him, carefully weaving her ankles together, “I’ve asked him to wait outside.” Casually admiring her freshly painted fingernails, she spoke in a soft voice, “I didn’t want him to lose his cool again. You are my favorite informant after all. It would be a shame to lose you to something so petty, would it not?”

He swallowed loudly, “Mistress, you know I would never betray you. I only remain in Ambrosia City by your good graces. If I can’t be of service to you, I’d rather die on the spot.” Hoping his sincerity was enough to placate her for the time being, he began nervously chewing his lower lip.

“Oh my. Did I give the impression that I did not trust you?” She straightened up to face him, “It’s been quite peaceful around here recently, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes, Mistress! I believe we have the Shikari to thank for that, do we not?”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Fells.” She smiled but it did not quite reach her eyes. “Information, however, will keep you here.”

He smiled nervously, picking at the skin around his fingernails as he spoke, “I understand.”

“Well then, what are you waiting for?” She reclined into the settee, arms crossed against her chest, “Unless you’d like to give this intel to my partner. Shall I call him in?”

“Th..there is no need. I’d prefer to speak with you.”

“Taken by my beauty, are we?” She smirked.

“If I wasn’t, I’d be a fool, my lady.” He shook slightly under her gaze, “I have heard several rumors of least importance. As of late, the most activity that I’ve overheard involves a certain newcomer. A gentleman that goes by the name of Kenneth Hatcher.” He paused, giving her time to react.

“I see, and is Mr. Hatcher a Pain Parasite by any chance?” Interested, she leaned into the conversation.

“I’ve gathered that he is a Greater Parasite. He is currently possessing the body of a man in his late twenties, early thirties. From the rumors, his human host stands just under six feet tall and weighs around two hundred pounds. He’s very muscular, strong even, as his host used to participate in arena battles some years ago.”

“I see.” She runs her fingers through her hair, tucking a few strands behind her ears, a tell that she’s interested, “Any other details about his host or his intentions?”

“This is where things get a bit odd, my lady.” He settles back into the armchair, grateful his information seems valuable enough to spare his life, “His eyes are a brilliant shade of green. Those that have met him swoon over them. His hair is thinning, a dark shade of brown. He frequently visits taverns, but I have yet to see him in my own. Perhaps he knows who I am?” He ponders aloud.

“I would hope not. Part of our little agreement is that your identity never is discovered. Need I remind you, if the guild or the palace caught wind of our arrangement, you’d be executed immediately.”

“I do not need reminding. It was purely speculation on my part. I apologize for worrying you, my lady.” He smiles gently, hoping she’ll overlook his momentary lapse in judgment.

“Good.” She sighs quietly, dipping her chin against her chest, “Enough about the host body. Let’s get to the good part.”

“This is where it gets a bit strange. You see, near as I can tell, this Parasite, has immense power, multiple elemental abilities, and yet…” He paused to choose his next words wisely. As if embarrassed to continue, he drops his voice and leans in before continuing, “He rarely uses his elements. The rare occasion someone has witnessed something odd in his presence, resulted in something rather unsavory. I hesitate to discuss this with a lady such as yourself, but I’ve been told that he’s quite the womanizer. Most if not all his time is spent courting ladies. It’s rumored that he chooses his hosts, based on the woman he’s fallen for, and then pursues them as their paramour.”

Her mouth hangs slightly open, “Are you suggesting that this Parasite, this hellion, is possessing men for LOVE?!” Her voice shakes before she settles back into the sofa, a look of disbelief plastered on her face, “There is no way a DEMON could fall in love. That is absurd.” She rolls her eyes and chuckles to herself.

“I thought the same, but it seems the rumors are true. He’s currently a gentlemanly suitor to the daughter of an Ambrosian Duke. I cannot be certain which one, but that rumor seems to hold common weight with my patrons and staff. Everyone is gossiping about it.”

“I’d wager he’s in it for the money, power, or status. Love, give me a break.” She scoffs her seductive persona fracturing momentarily. She clears her throat, resuming her persuasive tone, “Have you any other leads, or is this the only one you’ve managed to produce for this visit?”

He gulps back the fear that this find isn’t enough, pressing hard for any semblance of detail forgotten. A look of recognition flits across his face. Her eyes light up as she waits patiently for him to continue. This wasn’t the information that she’d come looking for, but it was a start. If he could provide her with just a little more, she might let him live.

“Well…” He hesitates. What he’s heard is just a vague rumor, but a rumor amongst Parasites typically doesn’t remain such for long, “There are a total of 19 known portals across the states within Ambrosia.”

“I am well aware.” She waves a hand at him, twirling it, encouraging him to get to the part that means something for her.

“Someone within the capital is gathering Parasites for a rebellion. While I am unsure of that person’s identity, as they have thus far gone unnamed, their numbers are increasing at an impressive rate. The rumors are vague, but I feel the weight of truth within them. I believe a rebellion is possible if not plausible. There is speculation that he is traveling disguised as a merchant, activating the portals, and gathering followers along the way. He Intends to provide host bodies for all Lessor and Greater Parasites. There is no discrimination. They are all created and supported equally. While I doubt his intentions are as such, that’s how he’s convincing even the passive Parasite tribes to ally with him.”

“Do we have a name? Do we know what his host body looks like?”

“I do not. This is a fresh lead, you see. I wanted to report it to you immediately, however, and plan to report regularly. That is if you wish to continue my sponsorship in this establishment.”

P Tavern was a well-known spot amongst Parasites. Host body or not, they frequented it often. Human patrons are welcome, but the aura of a pub full of demons typically steers them away. While the Shikari Guild was responsible for keeping these fowl creatures off the streets, the tavern had become quite the information hub. Sylvia, the Shikari sitting before him, was more lenient than most of her comrades. Alexander, the man waiting for her just outside, did not agree with this method.

If she’d allow it, he’d burn the place to the ground, Parasites within. Helio was thankful that she’d allowed him to remain within the capital under the guise of a human. He did not take the gesture lightly. At any time, he could be found out and subsequently executed. While that doesn’t sound like a punishment for a demon, it was. If a Parasite was destroyed by a Shikari, they cease to exist completely. That was a far cry from being able to possess the body of an animal or human. The very idea terrified him.

Sylvia sighed, fainting annoyance. She’d gotten more than she’d hoped for. Helio wasn’t useless, but as of late, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something horrible was lurking just beyond reach. This happened to her often. Was it memories of a future life she’d forgotten? She never knew if her paranoia was getting the better of her, or if she’d been reminded of a life she’d already lived.

“I want updates daily. I’ll send Adelaide by at closing each evening. If you have nothing to report, say as much.” She moved to stand, letting her hands fall to her sides. “Thank you. Your continued service is very important in the fight to preserve humanity.” She extended her hand for a shake.

He accepted the gesture, a faint blush on his cheeks, “You flatter me, your grace.”

“I expect to hear from you soon. Oh, and before I go, how are you fairing on meals.”

He shuddered under her gaze. Parasites feed on the emotional and physical pain of others. They can use at least one type of elemental magic. Whether it be fire, water, wind, or earth, hardly mattered outside of combat. The most frightening aspect of these ghoulish creatures was the method of sustenance. Consuming pain, fear, anxiety, depression, sadness, and eventually, overtaking the body, the soul, of any animal they feast on too long. That included people, of course, making them enemies of humankind.

“Much the same as usual. I’ve been doing my best to find animals on the brink of death. This host shall be my last. I will take my dying breath in this form. I do not intend to take another human life.” He smiled genuinely. He’d grown to love humans and meant every word he said, even knowing that might be his undoing.

“I expect nothing less. Until next time!” She bowed slightly and turned on her heels.

When she was just out of sight, he sank back into the armchair, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He twiddled his thumbs in thought for some time, staring at nothing, wondering how this was would end.

Chapter Two

The soft clacking of heels on cobblestone alerted him to her presence. He could smell the familiar, sweet perfume, carried on a soft breeze, well before she was in sight. Alexander leaned against the wall of the alley, waiting for her return. Glad to see her safe, he pushed off the wall, shaking his blue, curly locks from in front of his eyes. Silver in color, the moon seemed to amplify their sheen. He smiled brightly at her, waving as she approached.

“God, that was miserable.” She shook herself free of the persona.

“You hate pretending to be a goddess that much?” He smirked knowingly.

“Don’t you start! I am a goddess! What I must do for that one is just, unkind! The poor thing is in love with me, and he doesn’t realize it, but how else was I to convince him to work with us?”

“I still don’t like the idea. He could turn on us at any moment.” Alex moved away from the alley, eager to hear what she had learned. “Come on now, let’s go somewhere private to debrief. I’m sure you have lots to tell me.” He offered her his hand.

She promptly swatted it away, “I’ve had all I can take; pretending to like men.” She joked.

“One of these days, you’re going to realize how in love with me you truly are. You’d better pray I don’t reject you.” He winked at her, letting his arm fall back to his side.

“Do those dreams keep you up at night?” She nudged at his shoulder with her own, “You couldn’t keep up with me if your life depended on it.”

Their laughter scattered across the darkened streets as they made their way through the empty marketplace, towards the Shikari Guild. Oil lanterns hung from brass poles every so often, lighting the way. Businesses and homes stood shuttered as the clouds gathered with the wind.

“We’d better move quickly. This storm is moving in quicker than expected.” Alex removed his jacket and placed it over her shoulders, now hunched into herself for warmth.

“Thanks.” She smiled as she rubbed her arms.

“Don’t mention it.” A crash of thunder drowned out the end of his words.

Picking up the pace, they rushed through the streets their destination; a large, stone building. Two swords hung over the entrance, crossed over a green and blue shield, symbolizing the combined efforts of Sylvia’s ancestors and the royal family. Large, thick wooden doors, framed and secured by iron rivets welcome the Shikari into a large, open space. Wood benches sit beneath long tables, scattered throughout the main hall. Down the center, a red, woven rug, led up a split staircase on either side. To the left, are the men’s dormitories. To the right, are the women’s dormitories. Adjacent to the main entrance, a spiral staircase ascends upwards. To the left, the captain’s quarters, and their office. To the right, the lookout housing the Shikari’s familiars.

As they entered the main hall, any lingering Shikari jump to their feet, saluting Alexander as he passes. Sylvia chuckles behind her hand. While she and Alex have been long-time companions, the entirety of the nation aside from herself, sees him as their Prince. Those who work beneath him, know him as Captain of the Shikari.

Wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, Sylvia smiled up at Alex, “It never gets old.”

“Surely it will at some point.” Alex reprimanded her, but his smirk undermined his words.

“You enjoy the constant teasing, do you?” barely containing her laughter as the room gets to their feet, “I’m going to head to the lookout. Adelaide must be beside herself.”

“As you wish. Do not dawdle long. We still need to discuss this evening’s intelligence.” He bows graciously as Sylvia disappears behind a sturdy wooden door and up the staircase beyond.

Her feet slow as she reaches the cold, stone landing. She began scanning the room for the extraordinarily large red-tailed hawk, with brilliant golden eyes.

“Is she out hunting?” She rubbed her chin in thought.

It wasn’t often that she was able to take her feathered friend with her. Quite often was she limited to only sending and receiving messages. On long journeys, however, she refused to leave her unattended for more than a day. As a result, it wasn’t uncommon for Adelaide to travel alongside her.

“Maybe she’s in my dor…” A loud screech followed by the flapping of wings interrupted her thoughts, “Oh! There you are!”

Arm outstretched; Sylvia waited patiently for Adelaide to perch near her elbow. With a flutter, she settled there, nuzzling the underside of her master’s chin. She cooed softly, encouraging Sylvia to scratch her beak. She ruffled her feathers playfully in response.

“I hope you found yourself a nice meal. I’ll be with the captain a bit longer, but if you’d like, I can return for you.”

As if denying her this pleasure, the beautiful bird lifted itself from her limb, flying back into her enclosure.

“Very well. I’ll need you this time tomorrow. Don’t be late!” She winked as she made her way to the door.

“Mistress Moser.” A lower-ranked Shikari whose name she could never recall reclines near the entrance to the lookout.

“Do you need me?” She replied dryly.

“I was instructed to escort you to Prince…” He shook his head, “I mean Captain Ambrosia’s quarters.” He bowed slightly before offering her his elbow.

“That wasn’t necessary.” She scoffed.

“I insist, your grace. He was very, should I say, adamant that I should do so immediately.”

She sighed heavily, “Very well.” She accepted his elbow.

They made their way across the room to the second set of spiral stairs. He bid her farewell at the entrance.

“At his behest, I am to guard this door for privacy. Please, take your time.” He smiles softly as he bowed.

With a curt nod, she took her to leave. She knocked once before pushing the door open. Alex stood near the only window in the room, arms crossed behind his back, staring out into the city. Storm clouds gathered, the sky an abysmal grey with the occasional flash of lightning. He tapped his foot impatiently, not noticing her arrival. His shoulders were tense, his posture foreboding, prompting her to clear her throat before taking a seat.

She waited in silence, observing the state of his quarters. Only halfway up the tour, his office was small, quaint, filled with stacks of loose paper, cabinets for filing, and walls lined with books. A large oak desk in the middle; at its helm, a highbacked chair, made of oak, adorned blue velvet, and seat stuffed with wool. A leather board in the center protected the glossy finish, stained with ink, indented by his quill.

Startled by his lack of response she spoke in a soft voice, “Everything alright?”

His head snapped over his shoulder, “Have you been here long?”

“No, but I am starting to become quite concerned. What if I had been an assassin?”

“I’d be dead.” He turned to face her, pulling out his chair. Taking his seat, he smiled warmly, “I won’t be killed that easily. You can rest assured.”

She nodded, not willing to confirm nor deny the possibility. Lacing his fingers together, he rested his chin atop his hands.

“I supposed I should tell you what I know.” She told him everything Helio had said. As his eyes widened, she gazed into them searchingly, “What do you think?”

“It’s as we feared.” He let his hands drop, drumming his fingers against the leather placard, “We should continue to gather as much information as possible. We do not have enough information to launch an official investigation. We should, however, hold Council. Advising the Shikari to be on the lookout might increase our chances of acquiring new information. A concentration of Parasites. An elemental phenomenon that can’t be explained. A large group of traveling merchants. Things of that nature cannot be ignored. If we know what or who we are searching for, it will change the situation dramatically.”

“Shall we disclose the full details?” leaning back in her chair, she gripped the armrest.

“We should tell them what we know. It isn’t much, but it’s something.”

“And what of the portals?”

“We have received no reports of suspicious activity. That concerns me for more than one reason.”

“A traitor.” Though she spoke the words in a small voice, they held a heavy burden.

“Indeed.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, brow furrowed in thought, “There aren’t many of us as it is. Less than one hundred are currently trained in any capacity. If we consider there to be even one Parasite amongst us, it won’t be long before more Shikari become hosts to this rebellion.”

“WAIT!” Slamming her hand upon the desk, she rose from her seat, “You can’t mean?” She stopped short of asking the obvious.

“That’s right. It’s time to call HIM in.”

“You can’t!” Rage filled her, burning her lungs and face, incinerating her from within “I forbid you from calling him!”

“There is no need to get this worked up. He’ll simply come and perform his duties, and I’ll send him away. Besides, it’s already been a decade. Can’t you forgive him already?”

“Never! HE BETRAYED MY TRUST. HE…”

“He broke your heart, I know.” He frowned.

“He CHEATED on me with that…” she growled.

“That was purely speculation.”

“I saw them kissing!” She spat.

“You saw her, kissing him. Then you fled, in tears, without asking for his side of the story. Don’t you think you were a bit hasty?”

“Not at all!” She huffed, flopping back into her seat. “Fine. If that’s what we must do, then I suppose I can send Adelaide to retrieve him.”

“I do suspect that is the best way to garner his attention.” Alex winked playfully in her direction.

“Shameless, isn’t he? I’ll send her first thing tomorrow.” Blowing her bangs away from her face, she ceded to his request.

“It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen him.” He said thoughtfully.

“He’s your brother. Hasn’t he been home recently?”

“He joined the priesthood immediately after your feud. He’s not been back since. I believe him to be avoiding both of us. He still believes that your accusations came from a place of, should I say, guilt?”

“Stop it. I know very well what he thinks of me, of us. He is out of pocket with that accusation.”

“A man can dream, can’t he?”

“I’m going to bed. Upon his reply, we can call Council. I’d like to explain only once.” She made her way to the door.

As her fingertips touched the large iron handle, “Sylvia. The future of Ambrosia rests on your complete cooperation. Please handle him with kindness and understanding. As you would another ally. We need his help.”

“No promises.” She says with malice as she sees herself out.

As the door swings shut behind her, Alex speaks into the darkness of his empty room, “If only those assumptions were true. Maybe at least one of us would be happy.”

Chapter Three

As dawn approached, Sylvia made her way to the lookout, eyes still heavy with sleep. She’d paced her quarters late into the evening. A veil of gloom hung over her. It was her duty as a Shikari to work with whomever Alex saw fit. This request, however, weighed heavily on her heart.

She’d often wondered if she overacted. Had she only seen what she wanted to? It wasn’t as if she didn’t care about Colson. He was a kind, shy boy, who’d grown into a handsome, respectable young man. Obvious traits aside, he was, underneath it all, the first prince of Ambrosia. Their relationship tied her to the capital. Colson was slated to take the throne as soon as their marriage was officiated. His father was in good health, but the queen had long passed. Refusing to wed another, his authority came heavily scrutinized.

Sylvia was taken by Colson. She’d spent her childhood appreciating him from afar. Aware of her unique abilities, the king offered her shelter. Alex would assist in her training. Capable, with an understanding of Pain Parasites, it would have been ideal for her to remain within the royal ranks.

Alex was her best friend, mentor, and she cared for him deeply. If she ever had a brother, she’d want him to be like Alex. Stoic, focused, and driven, he helped her fumble through her life in one piece. Colson was different. Caught up in his studies, not suited for combat, he spent his days in the castle library, studying medicine, politics, and preparing to take the throne.

One year, on her birthday, Sylvia was gifted her first horse. She’d graciously accepted the royal family’s gesture, but the king a stipulation. She was to relearn equestrianism thoroughly this time, and her teacher would be Colson.

The king was clever. He’d wanted the two of them to spend more time together, and eventually, Colson would begin to court her. She took a liking to him, accepted his advances, and before long they were engaged. A party was to be held in their honor. The evening before, Colson had visited the local winery in the hopes of finding a special blend to signify their relationship. It was a gift that would continue to symbolize their love for years to come.

Looking to surprise him with a gift of her own, Sylvia paid a visit to the most renowned jeweler in Ambrosia. She’d wanted to replicate an ornate flower the queen had preserved for her son, in the form of a broach or pin he could wear.

Broach in hand, she made her way into the carriage meant to escort her betrothed back to the castle. As they pulled up to the winery, a rowdy group of women touring the facility poured from its exit. Gentleman that he was, Colson offered to help the most inebriated of the bunch to her carriage. As he was helping her inside, she’d kissed him on the lips.

Refusing to listen to Colson’s explanation, she ran into the darkness, leaving his gift behind. Clasping it to his chest, Colson prayed that she’d forgive him. For days, no one knew where she’d gone. Worried, Alex sent a search party to the most likely locations. Once found, she sought an audience with the king. She informed him of his son’s transgressions and promptly revoked his proposal.

Colson went into a deep depression, refusing to study. His refusal boiled over into his acceptance of the throne. He sought out the church, applied to become a priest, and took over the capital branch. There he remained, broach clinging to his chest, his love for her never wavering.

He wanted to prove that Sylvia was the only woman he’d ever had eyes for. Taking a vow of celibacy in her absence seemed a rational reaction. His unique ability to recognize the auras of both Parasites and people with abilities would help him heal those who are suffering possession. He could serve his brother well by identifying those who could be Shikari. The number of possessions dropped drastically through his servitude. The number of Shikari had nearly doubled.

With a deep sigh, Sylvia clicked open Adelaide’s cage, stroking her feathers lightly. She stretched her wings, ruffling her feathers as she eyed her master warily.

“Sorry to wake you. Could you take this to…” She swallowed thickly, “Colson.”

The hawk squeaked excitedly. She was fond of Colson. Sylvia shook her head, tying the letter an envelope sealed with wax to Adelaide’s leg. When finished, she watched the majestic bird take flight, soaring into the sunrise.

“You sent it.” His voice was clear.

“Morning Captain. Have I ever betrayed your orders?”

“He should arrive by tomorrow evening.”

“Do you think he’ll come along?”

“I have very little doubt. He’ll recognize your handwriting immediately.” He smiled warmly at her as he leaned against the cold stone wall, “All will be well. You can use his obsession to your advantage… and mine.” He smirked.

“I will do no such thing. I can see you’re impatient. What’s on the agenda for today?” She scowled at him.

“I have something to show you.” He pushed away from the wall and turned his back on her.

“Let me grab my things.” She hurried down the stairwell behind him.

“I’ll meet you in the stables.” He rounded the corner and disappeared out of sight.

She moved for the exit as the door swung shut behind him, muffling her fury, “Damn it, Alex! What are you planning?!”

Alex readied their horses and was waiting near the entrance to the stables as she hurried toward him. Panting dramatically, she wiped the nonexistent beads of sweat from her brow in a dramatic flourish. Alex chuckled wryly as he mounted his horse and gestured for Sylvia to do the same.

As they carried on towards the bustling late morning streets of Ambrosia City in silence, Sylvia’s mind wandered in circles. The mystery parasite rounding up followers. The strange rumors of the parasite possession humans out of love. Helio’s strange demeanor when recounting these tales. While he seems shaken by what he’d heard, he didn’t seem to understand the worth of it. He’s shaken like a leaf for the first time in a very long while under her gaze. That could only mean one thing. He was drastically unaware of the value of the rumor. He's assumed that the information was not enough, that he’d be killed.

Sylvia genuinely adored the man. He was the first and only Parasite to cross paths with her and remain unscathed. She’d wanted to kill him, but he’d convinced her to spare his life. He’d proven useful time and time again. Being a parasite must be difficult if he’s still wary. He doesn’t know his worth. The persona Sylvia adorned during their visits was meant to put him at ease, speed up the flow of information.

She didn’t want to treat him that way, but there was a part of her, that still didn’t know what to do with a parasite, aside from destroying it. She cared about Helio as a person, but every time she tried to tell herself that, the term person felt heavy, disgusting on her tongue. He was not human but taking advantage of a human shell for himself. That body never did and never will belong to him. After all this time within it, the soul would be tarnished, burnt to nothing but ash.

“Maybe it is his body now after all.” She said to herself.

“Did you say something?” Alex slowed to match her pace, eyeing her suspiciously.

“It’s nothing.” She snapped back to reality.

Alex despised all parasites. His mother, the late queen, was possessed, and eventually killed. The parasite had done such a tremendous job ensuring no one noticed the difference. When it was, the queen’s heart was blemished, destroyed beyond repair. Her mind and body frazzled, there was nothing left of her to save. Perhaps that was another one of the reasons the king never sought another. He’d noticed too late. How could he not recognize the person he loved?

“We are almost there.” Alex smiled over his shoulder at Sylvia.

“Where exactly is there?” She asks suspiciously as she began to recognize the area.

“We don’t have any leads. I know your little pet will do his job, but until then, I’d like to do a little research of my own.”

“I see. Where are we to start?”

“By paying the pet a little visit.” He winked at her.

“Alex… please don’t do anything to scare Helio. He might be a parasite, but…”

“I’ll be on my best behavior.” He smiled a toothy, shit-eating grin.

“Fine.” She sighed, “One insult, and that’s all you get. Push him too hard, and I’ll drag you out of there by your ears. Do you hear me?” She clicked her tongue at him, staring him down.

“Alright, alright! I won’t even toss in the one jab, but if I do by habit, I still get the pass.”

“Whatever. We’re supposed to try and fit in eavesdrop. It will be much easier if you don’t torment one of their own.” She crossed her arms over her chest as her horse came to a stop just outside P Tavern.

“Are you going to lecture me, or get off your literal high horse and help?” He smirked up at her.

The tavern was empty, save for a few lingering patrons at the bar. The bell above the door rang loudly as we entered, alerting Helio to our presence. His head snaps up, recognizing our auras immediately. He hesitates, stuttering a greeting.

“Hell… Hello travelers! What can I get for you?” He licks his lips nervously.

“We’d like a pitcher of mead.” Alex pushes past several tables, settling himself into an isolated one.

“Be right out!” He disappears behind the swinging door.

He fills the pitcher with shaking hands. He fumbles with a tray, piling the brimming pitcher of ale and two large mugs onto it. Steadying himself, he balances the tray on one arm, flipping his bar towel over his shoulder with the other. He sets the contents of the tray in the middle of the table, lingering a moment.

Sylvia places a hand carefully over his own. When his shaking subsides, she releases him after a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry, Helio. I trust you. We trust you,” She kicks Alex under the table.

“We.” He says pouring himself a drink from the pitcher.

“Thank you, mistress!” Helio grabs her hand as she pulls away, kissing the tips of her fingers. “I knew you were gracious!”

“Take a seat.” Sylvia waves towards an empty chair.

“I would do anything for you, my lady.” He sinks into the chair between them.

“I believe it is my fault that you don’t understand your true worth. When I first found you,”

“You spared my life! I recall that moment often. I am grateful to be alive, in this body.”

Alex sputters a sip of ale as her hand finds Helios’s thigh, squeezing it affectionately.

“I used my womanly charms to subdue you, dangled your life in front of you, suspended by the thinnest of threads.” She continued; remorse was written on her face. “You no need to fear me. While your loyalty to me remains, I will protect you.”

Emotion swims through his eyes, a single tear gathering in the corners, “I will remain forever loyal.” As he tries to smile, tears roll freely down his cheeks.

She reaches up, wiping them away. He flinches under her touch. “You’ll help us discover their leader, won’t you? If he succeeds, it will be difficult for us to protect you. Let’s share our faith in each other.”

“My lady. This is who you truly are, isn’t it?” He smiles warmly at her, eyes sparkling with trust and affection, “You’ve always worn a careful mask in my presence, but even that couldn’t hide your dazzling personality. I will do everything within my power to assist you.”

“Is that so.” Alex leaned forward, chin resting atop his steepled fingers. “We’ll install a few surveillance devices.”

“I have nothing to hide.” Helio grits his teeth, “I’d prefer if they were well hidden. It’s enough to get me killed, being seen speaking to you like this.”

“Are you not enjoying our visit?” Alex cooed antagonizing.

“I always enjoy HER visits, your majesty.”

Sylvia stifled a laugh, “Let’s plant them and get out of here.” She threw back her ale and made her way around the room, snapping her fingers. “Done.”

“Let’s get out of here before more of THEM show up,” Alex whispers.

“I will be able to see past occurrences in this bar at any time. I can only go back, never forward. Please do not assume I will be able to see, hear or rescue you. I will review the contents each evening before sending you a letter. Please pay attention to your surroundings.” Sylvia put a finger under his chin as she passed, tilting his eyes to meet hers, “Take care of yourself, Helio. We’re counting on you.” Letting her hand fall away, she followed Alex into the now busy streets of Ambrosia.

Chapter Four

Walking beside their horses, they reach an empty stable. Alex’s eyes trained on passersby, concerned for her safety. If Parasites discover her ability, they’d target her immediately. The potential for rebellion consumed only a corner of his heart. Ambrosia was his home. He’d become Captain of The Shikari to protect it. That reason lay secondary to her safety.

A pang of guilt coursed through him. Her hands ran over her mare, carefully removing her bags. Securing them in a footlocker, she tossed the keys into her pocket. He’d hidden his feelings all his life. When they were kids, they’d pretend she was his queen. Those little memories hid the truth of his heart behind the guise of childhood whims.

He stifled a sigh as he locked up his things and offered her his hand. She eyed it warily.

“We’ll look less suspicious this way.” He smiled selfishly.

“If you insist.” She took his hand, “It’s like we’re kids again, isn’t it?”

He winced and his transparency.

“I hadn’t thought about that in a long time,” He lied, “I want to be back before nightfall.”

“What are we doing here?” She asked as he pulled her along beside him.

“Helio’s intel is worth its weight; however, I have a feeling they’re avoiding his tavern intentionally. There’s also that Kenneth Hatcher he mentioned. I’d like to locate his host as soon as possible.”

“The Love Parasite?” She scoffed.

“That’s one hell of a nickname. A parasite, possessing its victims, leaving their souls to decay, over a passing fancy. How…”

He’d wanted to call the parasite selfish. Was he any better? He knew the answer was no. He was trying desperately to avoid his brother’s arrival. They needed his help, but he couldn’t help but grit his teeth at the mere thought. Colson held hope. He’d never hear the real reason she revoked their engagement. Now that he was no longer slated to take the throne, would she give him a second chance?

There was also Helio. As if he needed another reason to despise Parasites. That man, if he dared call him by the name of the shell he’d stolen, was infatuated with Sylvia. Her every move intoxicated him. His eyes swam with affection. She’d tried to discourage him. She played a hateful mistress. She played the deadly Shikari. Not a single method discouraged him. Now that she’d shown her true self to him, would his advances escalate?

“Are you okay?” her voice caught his thoughts, rolling them away like a ball of tangled yarn, “I’ve been calling your name forever.”

“Just thinking.” He chewed his lip, stopping his thoughts from spilling out.

“Thinking about?” She questioned.

“The rebellion.” He shrugged noncommittally, “Is your secret still safe?”

“I haven’t told anyone aside from you and Cols…” She swallowed thickly, “Your brother.”

“I see.”

“Are you worried?” She turned to face him, taking both hands in hers.

“I am.”

“Don’t be. Even if something happens to me, I’ll return.”

“You could end up anyone, anywhere.”

She shrugged, “I always look similar. Maybe a little shorter, taller, rounder, thinner, but the eyes and hair, will remain the same. Besides, I have little doubt that you’d recognize me.” She smiles broadly.

“It’s the unknown bits that worry me. I could be long gone from this earth, or not even born yet.”

“Does it scare you this much?” She screwed up her lips.

“OF COURSE, IT DOES.” In a momentary show of emotion, his usual stoic voice caught the eyes of onlookers.

“Alex…” She whispers, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, “If I promise to find you, will you give it a rest? I don’t plan on dying anytime soon.” She smirked.

“I supposed that will do,” Composing himself, he tugged her away from the curious crowd.

They made their way in silence, listening to every conversation they could. As the sun began to sink behind the rooftops, they slipped into a café for a break. Seated near a window, tucked away in a corner, they ordered their fill.

“Did you get enough to eat?” Alex asked quietly.

“I did, and you?” She replied, sipping a cup of post-meal coffee.

“I did.” His head snapped to attention.

He’d heard the word rebellion in a carefully lowered tone. Careful not to catch anyone’s attention, he scanned the café for the voice.

“He’s got stations in near every castle in Ambrosia.”

Alex focused intently on the voice.

He hushed her quickly, “Listen closely.”

“They don’t have a plan, yet. He’s a powerful Parasite, that one. They say he’s neither lesser nor greater, but something entirely different.” A man hunched forward, addressing a woman from across the table.

“You trust those rumors with your life?” Her voice shakes, “What if we can no longer live our lives in peace as we’ve done for generations? What if he fails?”

“He will not fail.” The man’s voice was without a hint of hesitation, “If I wasn’t, I’d have not told you about it.”

“How can you be sure? Yes, some parasites make our lives difficult by feeding on humans, but I don’t want to accompany those types any more than I want to go to war with the hosts.”

“Maybe it will convince you if I tell you more about him.”

Hiding behind their beverages, Alex and Sylvia listened intently.

“They call him Victor Shimoi. He’s survived hundreds of years on his own. His host is a man in his 30s. Tall, handsome, muscular. He’s kind, compassionate, understanding. If you refuse to join him, he spares your life.”

“For now.” His companion scoffed, “When has a rebellion ever produced anything short of a tyrant?”

He shakes his head vehemently, “You can feel how different he is if you’d just meet him yourself.”

“You haven’t met him yourself! How can you make such bold claims based on rumors?” She’s angry.

“I’m not supposed to tell anyone this, but he is the GRAND Parasite. Do you understand what that means?”

“The Father?” She shutters, folding in on herself.

“You remember the stories, don’t you? Earth was given to humans by the gods. When they had no reason to advance, no motivation, they created the Grand Parasite. He split his soul into 5 pieces. One, the centerpiece, contained all four elements and remained in his original body. The other 4, contained a trace of each element. He gifted those powers to four different beings. Two animals, two humans. Upon witnessing his kindness, the gods restored his soul, giving him the power to judge others. If a parasite is unworthy of their ability, he can take it away.” He cleared his throat and lowered his voice, “They say he’s been experimenting with the ability to keep the power he’s stolen.”

“He can not only take away your element but keep the power for himself?”

“He’s not perfected it, but he’s working on it.”

“Doesn’t he already have use of them all?”

“It’s enhanced power he seeks. If he can wield the power of 10 parasites, he’d become unstoppable.”

“But it’s not perfected?”

“They say that he was successful only once, but the power was not retained.”

Alex’s coffee mug slipped from his hand, shattering on the cold stone floor. At a moment’s notice, a waitress was rushing to his side, clearing the mug and coffee.

“I am so sorry Captain. The handle on the mug must have been faulty.” The waitress wiped at his shirt with a towel.

Sylvia smiles warily, “He’ll be okay. We should be on our way anyhow.”

“Indeed.” Alex stood from his seat, making a hasty retreat.

They slipped out of the café into the darkening streets.

“That was close. Do you think they overheard?” Sylvia looped her arm through his.

“I’m not sure, but that was…” He swallowed thickly, “If he can steal power from others, you could be in grave danger.”

“Do you think he can take more than elemental power?”

“Most don’t know the others exist, so it’s hard to say.”

“Let’s ask Colson. He’s got a department on research and development, doesn’t he?”

“He does.” His reply is blunt, his thoughts elsewhere.

“Then let’s push that aside for tonight.” They were closing in on the stables, her voice cheery. “I had fun today, and we succeeded in figuring out more about the rebellion.”

“That we did.” He forced a smile, his posture stiff.

The trip back was quiet. The streets started to empty as the sun sank below the horizon. Tomorrow, Colson would arrive. They would begin to discuss ways to stop the rebellion. Determined to great his brother before Sylvia, he hurried out of the stables. With a quick goodnight, he disappeared into the guild, leaving Sylvia alone with her thoughts.

“This is going to complicate things. He’s not going to let this go. If I don’t catch Colson…” She groaned, “Of course, it would come to this. Why must they both be so stubborn? The moment he hears of this,” She rolled her eyes and made her way back to her quarters, “It’s going to be a long day.”

Chapter Five

A tall, lean, yet strong-looking young man sits with his elbows on his knees, gazing affectionately at the scrap of paper clutched in his hands. The edges bend and crumple, dampened by his nervous, clammy hands. He smiles softly as fond memories of her flicker across his face, their warmth reflected in the light of the sinking sun. He’d longed to be in her presence. His lips parted slightly as he shuddered a breath he’d been subconsciously holding since he’d recognized Adelaide. He shook with anticipation as he tore away the wax seal and with it, her impeccable penmanship.

His bright purple eyes reflected the golden tones of his hair as it fell into his eyes. He would leave the church in the dead of night if it meant seeing her a moment sooner. He knew he was in for a fight, several if you consider the request she’d made of him. His heart never wavered from hers, that much was certain. He’d spend the rest of his days making up for his so-called transgression. He couldn’t put a finger on it, but something didn’t add up. It never did when it came to matters of the heart.

He'd asked himself several times over. Was she running from his momentary lapse in judgment? Was it so important that he didn’t shove that poor, drunken woman away? Was she unhappy with his status, the one he no longer carried? He’d been the heir to the throne first his whole life, preparing for the moment he turned 30. With the year of that requirement upon him, he presides over the church instead.

He pushed away from the stone steps he’d been perched on, passing two of his men as he swung open the towering wooden doors leading into the chapel at the front of the church.

“Ready my horse, Regi.” He murmured in passing.

The young, bright-eyed boy looked up at him from beneath his well-kept hair, “Are you traveling somewhere, your grace?”

“I am, and I will not be asking you to accompany me this time.” He ruffled the young boy’s hair affectionately as he passed.

“But Father…” The boy protested, hot on his heels.

“You will ask no questions and have no concerns. Steady your heart in my absence as you will oversee my duties.”

“Y-you really mean it. D-do you think I’m ready, y-your highness?” Clapping his hands together, the boy stammered his appreciation.

“Would I say so if I felt otherwise?” He stopped briefly to face his subordinate, smiling proudly, “I trust you will do well. I have matters to attend to within the capitol.”

“I see. OH!” As if struck by lightning in the form of a thought, “I understand. I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors.” Bowing respectfully, he shuffled away to the stables.

“What am I to do with him?” He smiled to himself as he made his way to the back of the chapel. “I cannot go looking like this.” He glanced down at his robes, pure white and cumbersome, not fit for travel. “It’s going to be a long night.”

***

His legs were sore, and his back was aching. He’d not slowed for any reason as he approached the capitol border. Stopping briefly for inspection, he presented the royal seal from beneath his flowing traveling cloak. His uniform still fit, and he’d opted to wear it instead of his robes. His formal attire tucked safely within his bags; he made his way towards the center of the city. He’d visit his father when he found the time. For now, his focus lingered on a single location. He’d arrive just before nightfall, as expected, he was sure. Sylvia never planned anything she couldn’t predict down to the millisecond.

Nerves crept in as he rode through the familiar cobblestone streets. Each storefront, café, and carefully placed cart reminded him of her. Everything reminded him of her. Her hair, freshly cut blades of grass, or the leaves of a pineapple. Her eyes, the color of the sun shrouded by clouds just before a storm, golden like the coin in the offering pan. She favored a sweet perfume he’d had curated specifically with her in mind. A mixture of sweet apples, tangerine, and green florals, she reminded him of the beauty and warmth of springtime.

He slowed as he approached the towering compound housing The Shikari Guild. The familiar blue and green crest hung over the archway leading inside. He readied himself for the last time as he encouraged his white mare onwards.

“Welcome home, Colson.” He’d know that voice anywhere.

Snapping out of his thoughts he searched the courtyard anxiously. Unable to locate her, he slipped down from his horse, giving her a quick pat on her haunches. She’d be able to rest now, the poor thing.

“Are you looking for me?” She whispered in his ear.

He started, wheeling to face her, blush creeping into his cheeks, “Lady Sylvia, how very nice to see you,” He extended his hand with a bow.

“Come now, Colson! We’re practically family!” With a glint in her eyes, she closed the space between them, nearly knocking him flat.

“OOF!” Embarrassed by the sound that escaped him, he buried his face in the top of her head, “I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long.” He pulled away to study her, “Are you well? Have you been eating alright?”

She swatted his arm playfully, “Sure am! Alex takes quite good care of us here.” She winked.

His heart clenched in his chest. Alex was in love with Sylvia, that much was clear. While he’d never told anyone, not even him, he knew it to be true. She’d never given Colson any indication that she returned those feelings, but alas, it crushed him to know they’d been spending all this time together without him.

Swallowing the lump in his throat he lowered his voice, “Where is my brother?”

“He’s in his office. We’d better get going.” She whistled and a young boy came to greet us, “This is our stable hand. He’ll take your horse. Do you need help with your things?”

He shook his head frantically, “Absolutely not. You know better than that. I will carry my belongings myself.” He strained to do so but would not allow her to assist him as he followed her inside.

She didn’t bother to knock when they arrived. Straining under the weight of his bags, he leaned into the wall for support. Short of breath from the climb up the steep, stone stairs, he took long, steady breaths until he recovered.

“Are you not going to great your one and only brother?” Alex’s voice warmed him straight through.

He waited patiently for Alex to round the desk. “Forgive me, brother. It’s been a long, tiring journey.”

“If you weren’t so stubborn, someone could have helped you with that,” he gestured towards the pile of luggage on the floor.

“You know me too well.” They shared a quick embrace and a laugh before sinking into their seats. “I’d like to hear more of what you know. I’m assuming you left plenty out in fear of the letter being intercepted?”

“And you insist that I am the one that knows you!” Alex scoffed and continued, “We know practically nothing at this stage. We have a name, an overall host description, and some very disturbing, shall we say, possibilities.”

“I see. I’m here now, so let’s get started.” Colson beamed at his brother, but his eyes were tired, giving him away.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like to rest?” Sylvia placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Warmth filled him, his energy renewed, “I’d take a cup of tea if you have it, but I’d like to know what I’m getting myself into as soon as possible.”

“I’ll make some tea for us.” Sylvia got to her feet, “In the meantime, please tell him everything we know so far.” She disappeared into the stairwell.

Alex leaned back in his chair with a sigh, steepling his fingers in front of his lips. “Where to begin.” The room was still, silent for a moment while he gathered his thoughts, “You remember our favorite little parasite friend, Helio, correct?”

Colson gave a curt nod, “I do.”

“During one of Sylvia’s routine information extractions, he divulged a rumor he’d overheard at his tavern. A parasite of assumed godlike origin has begun to gather followers. He intends to stage a rebellion.”

Colson straightened in his chair, “When you say ‘godlike’?”

Alex lowered his hands, folding them in his lap, “It’s as it sounds. The rumored Grand Parasite has returned and with greater power than we’d once feared.”

“And his host?” Colson leaned forward intently, “Do we have a description? A name?”

“We do.” Alex leaned in, lowering his voice, “He is called Victor Shamoi. His actual age is unknown, but the host is a man in his mid to late 30s. He stands around 6 feet tall, about two hundred pounds.” He wrang his hands in his lap, “I received an update today. Blue eyes, red-blonde hair.”

“What are his elements?” Colson asked warily.

“All four, and then some.” Alex sank back into his chair, “Colson, he can take away another’s power, possibly grant them to those without, and the most terrifying tidbit of all, he’s experimenting with absorbing that power as his own. As of now, he has only been partially successful.”

“Partially successful?” Colson perked up as he heard the door behind him swing open, a cup of warm tea placed before him, “Thank you, my love.”

“You’re most welcome.” She sat down beside him, sliding a cup towards Alex, taking one for herself. “Where were you?” She took a small sip, letting it warm her throat.

“He was able to properly absorb the power of one, but he could not retain it.” Alex continued.

“Ah, yes, that.” She shuttered at the thought, “We’ve also been informed that as he travels, gathering followers of Greater and Lesser Parasites, he’s been activating portals.”

“That’s impossible!” Colson gasped, “The church has spent decades securing those! How could he re-open them without our knowledge?!”

“Now you see why we’ve called you here. Colson, do you personally meet each gatekeeper the church hires?” Alex sipped his tea in wait.

“I-I do not.” His head falls into his hands. He rubs his face, “You suspect some of our men to be hosts?”

Alex pressed his lips into a thin line, nodding once, “That is possible, or there may be something we are not yet aware of. Nevertheless, we require your gift to be sure.”

“I might need to send Adelaide back to the temple with a more long-term solution to my absence.” He rubbed his chin in thought, “I am here to help, anyway that I can.”

“Right now, I believe you should get some rest.” Sylvia rubbed small circles on his back.

Calm washed over him, “I am indeed, very tired.” His eyes were heavy as was his heart.

“I’ll show him to his room. Sylvia, do you mind sticking around here for a moment?” Alex shot her a glance.

“Sure.” She beamed up at him. “Sleep well, Colson!”

He gave a short wave and gathered his things. Alex scooped up a few of his bags, insisting on carrying them. They disappeared through the doorway, leaving her alone in her thoughts, fearful of a scolding from Alex.

Meanwhile, in the dimness of the guest quarters, Colson turned to face his brother as he made his way towards the door.

“Don’t be too hard on her, Alex. I’m sure she’s doing her best to treat me kindly, all things considered.”

Pausing with his hand on the doorknob, he glanced over his shoulder, “You really do know me all too well.” He sighed, “Don’t let it get in your head. I don’t think I can handle another heartbreak between you.”

Colson sunk onto the edge of his bed, “Alex, I’m never giving up on her. I know you love her as well, but I don’t care how she treats me. I will never love another, not as long as I live. If she continues to treat me kindly, that’s for the best. I don’t want to suffer before her just to suffer more later.”

Alex pushed the door open, letting his gaze fall to the floor, “If that’s how you see it, I won’t say a word. Take care of yourself, Colson, and for the gods, get some rest! You look pitiful. It’s clear as day you left without rest and traveled straight through.”

“It’s just like you to notice.” He flopped back on the bed and closed his eyes, just as the door clicked closed.