Page 29 of Chaos Unleashed

Grey nods, “He’s right. Seers don’t tend to possess any warrior ability, and you absolutely do; I’d take you into battle with me any day.”

Coming from Grey, that’s a pretty big fucking compliment.

“What else am I then?” Zev asks, looking at the rest of us.

“I have no idea, but I’ve been meaning to bring it up since you’ve always seemed like more to me,” Storm tells him.

“What species were your parents?” Mayhem asks.

Rival rolls his eyes and smacks his twin, “You can’t just ask someone that outright.”

Zev smiles as Mayhem looks confused and replies, “It’s okay; I don’t mind. My father had some pre-cog, but my mother died in childbirth, and it hurt my father too much to talk about her, so I have no idea. My siblings are fairly varied in their gifts, though. My eldest sister has some air abilities, and my little brother has telekinesis and a gift with healing tinctures.”

“That’s an eclectic mix,” I point out.

“Yeah, and even my brother can’t remember what my mom’s gifts were. He was so young that his memory doesn’t stretch that far back.” He pauses, “Surely, if I had another gift, it would have manifested already; I mean, I’m twenty-seven.”

“Not necessarily,” Grey states as he bats a branch out of the way. “Your Seer ability is clearly extremely strong, that could have masked the other ability.”

“Or you may not have needed it as much as you do now, so it lay dormant,” Khaos suggests, “I’ve seen that happen before.”

“You have?” Grey asks.

Khaos glances over at him, “Do you remember Frasier?”

“Young demon? Was really motivated? Used to follow you around everywhere?” Grey asks with a smile.

“Yes, that’s him,” Khaos replies. Something happened during training, and it triggered a part of his magic that he had no idea existed.”

“That’s interesting,” Mayhem replies.

The conversation then dissolves into Mayhem asking Grey and Khaos as many questions as he possibly can before they get fed up with him. They hold out longer than I would’ve, and it’s not until we come out of the trees and get to the road with a sign pointing out the nearest village that Reaper interrupts them.

“I hate to interrupt this because it is interesting, but Ryu has pointed out that we need to get some more supplies; we’re running low, and since it’s getting late, now might be the best time to do it when the village is going to have fewer people in it, and we’ll cause less of a stir.” He suggests.

An agreeing bark has me looking to my left, where I’m surprised to see Poca, Meri curled up in his fur, his glowing eyes the only thing visible.

“How long has he been with us again?” I ask.

“No idea,” Khaos replies. Cerb sure as hell loves this Farren of yours. He usually loses interest as quickly as I do, but then again, it would make sense, considering that he’s been with her since she was young. It fascinates me.”

“Me too,” Grey replies, “especially since he’s managed to keep himself hidden from me.”

“I know I should’ve asked before, but Cerberus guards the gates to the Underworld, right?” Mayhem asks. Grey nods, so he continues, “And I’m assuming it’s the gates that we’re getting the key fragments for?” again, Grey nods. “Right, so who is guarding the gates then, and who has been guarding the gates for the last twenty-odd years?”

“He’s not the only one guarding the gates. He’s like their commander, I suppose, although they’ve been doing it for millennia, so they don’t need him all the time, and time works differently for them since they’ve been alive for so long,” Grey explains.

“Maybe that’s where he goes when he disappears?” Zev asks.

“It would make sense that he’s going to check in on them.” Khaos agrees.

“And warn them since the princes want to open it, and they’re the first line of defence,” Kill adds.

“Good point,” Grey replies, “I think he’s probably checking in more regularly while we’re here, but I also think he’s trying to find a way to get to Farren quicker.”

Poca huffs once and nods, confirming what Grey is saying and then trots ahead as he leads us toward the lights of the town.

“Let's try and get our supplies in as few shops as possible; that way, we cause as little upset as we can and can get out of town quickly.” Storm suggests to everyone.

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