Page 44 of Whispered Warnings: Part One

In the grand scheme of things, that probably doesn’t seem like the biggest thing to be concerned about right now, but it is something that I need to clear up as soon as possible. I do not do well-sharing space, especially sleeping space, with others.

Apart from the guys apparently, but then for some inexplicable reason I have felt safe with them from the moment that I met them, obviously I have always felt safe with Evander, but the others too.

Doc shakes his head, his eyes flash with questions, but once again he doesn’t ask them and simply answers my question instead, “You will have your own rooms. There is quite a lot involved, and some things are still done in accordance with the old ways of Trieneliea, so it doesn’t make sense for this world.”

Raiden nods, “I think that is why it’s not being used that often anymore. It wasn’t meant for the Earth realm and the supernatural police force. It was meant for the elite warrior teams that would be the first line of defense against the threats to the realms.”

“Elite warrior teams?” I ask, aware that we have gone off track but incredibly curious.

Raiden nods, “Yeah, not everyone was even strong enough to be put in the teams. Not the destined ones like these are. It’s what everyone worked towards, to be chosen for an elite team, but not everyone was good enough.”

I frown, “I get why that was needed for Trieneliea. Honestly, that makes a lot of sense, but why was it brought over here? The SID teams are dealing with shit, but nothing that is on the same scale as I imagine happens in entire realms. How many teams have been chosen this way over here? How many teams are technically Elite teams?”

The others all look to Raiden, and it becomes even more obvious that he is the one who does the research and has the most knowledge about things like this as he answers myquestions, “I think at first it was a tradition that we tried to hold onto. You have to remember that supes live for a very long time, the majority of supes that are alive today came from Trieneliea, and the war is still extremely fresh in their minds.”

I look around at them, “Wait, are any of you from Trieneliea?”

they all shake their heads, and Doc replies, “No, we were born here and met in the magical academy. My older brother is from there though, most of my family were born there.”

“Same,” Raiden replies simply, not giving any more information away. I’m starting to think that his family is a complicated subject.

“I have family that didn’t escape when they could,” Reed replies, and I look at him shocked, he adds, “my aunt and uncle didn’t make it to the gates in time.”

“Wow,” I reply, “I’m sorry.”

Reed nods but doesn’t say anything else. I want to ask questions, lots of questions but I know that now isn’t the time, and I make a mental note to ask Raiden more about it when we do that research, and he finally shows me the library.

“Mom and Dad were there,” Evander says.

I frown, “Really? How come I didn’t know that?”

Van shrugs, “They don’t like talking about it. They have only really mentioned it once, and it was new years, so they had both had a few drinks at the time. The subject was very quickly changed, and when I asked about it the next day, they just ignored me.”

“Oh,” I reply since I don’t really know what else to say.

“My Parents and my older siblings were all born there. I’m the youngest so I am the only one that was born over here. There are some family members that refused to cross over, they remained in Trieneliea, and we have no idea what happened to them,” River replies to my questioning look.

I frown, “To me it seems very much in the past but even then, it was only really ten years or so before I was born. To supernaturals that live for hundreds of years it must feel like it was only a couple of years ago. It must still be very painful.”

Reed nods, “Yes. For many, it is still too raw to talk about, and I believe that to a certain extent, many want to, and in fact, need to protect the secrets of Trieneliea. Unfortunately, a large number of humans have proven themselves to be problematic where supernaturals are concerned and shouldn’t have access to all of their secrets and information.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I reply honestly, as I think about all of the people that I’ve come across who have very negative views on supernaturals. Hell, my little house that I love is in a small town where the opinion of supernaturals is very low, mostly due to ignorance or scaremongering done by certain news outlets. Unfortunately, towns like that aren’t unusual. Even HID, who is supposed to be there to support the SID in their investigation, and help when supes turn up on their investigations, even if they don’t do what they are supposed to, they are corrupt.

I do hope that is going to change though, I hope that we are going to be able to weed out the bad and get it functioning how it’s supposed to. I really do think that if we can manage that then it would take a lot of fear away that humans automatically view supes with. The simple fact is that humans are no longer top of the food chain, and the majority of them don’t like that or fear it.

I am aware that I am referring to humans as something other, but I always have when I think about this subject, I have never felt the way that the majority of humans seem to feel about supernaturals.

Griff interrupts my inner musings by adding, “My parents were there too, I was only a baby when we left but I was born there.”

“That’s so cool,” I reply. “It seems that there are a lot of people that are our age whose parents most likely came over in the evacuation. Does no one have any idea what happened after everyone left? What happened to those that were left behind?”

Raiden shakes his head, “Unless someone who has a higher clearance than us knows something, no. All of the gates that were once opened are now sealed shut. There is a team that is working on trying to open the seals, but they haven’t gotten very far.”

“Not everyone agrees with them reopening the sealed doors, the war could still be raging, and it would be too easy for it to spill over into this realm,” Reed states.

“It sounds fucking complicated,” I reply, still frowning. I turn my attention back to Raiden and apologize, “I’m sorry. I derailed our whole conversation, then. You were explaining what you knew about how many Elite teams we currently have here?”

Raiden frowns for a second and I can practically see his brain reorganizing itself so that all the information on Trieneliea gets pushed to the back and the information he has on the Elite teams gets pulled forward.

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