The Last Fire Weilder

Bioluminescence

-Keegan's view-

The book she handed me looked newer and the title was a bunch of scribbles I couldn't read. When I opened it though, it seemed to make more sense. It's a translation.. 

The pages looked relatively new and updated, the script long and flowing elegantly across the page. I flipped through the book and saw diagrams of some of the markings on the body and there were so many different kinds- Even different colors based on regions and climate. 

I still had no idea what this had to do with me though. I scanned my whole body, not seeing a thing in the dim lighting. Suddenly, everything around me flashed and got brighter and clearer. 

I dropped the book and dug my palms into my eye sockets, my head pounding. I let out a groan in pain as it felt like the back of my eyes were melting. I knelt on the floor, bracing myself with one hand, my eyes still closed. 

Finally when it turned to a dull ache moments later, I opened my eyes. Through all of the dim blue lights, I could see the title of every book, the creases in their spines, the detail of every swirl and crack in the wood floors and shelves. 

I sat back on my heels and looked around, one thing that caught my eye though, was the dull red glow coming from behind me. I tried to turn to see it but ended up taking off my shirt and twisting awkwardly to see the light. 

I caught a glimpse of familiar colors and line work and realized it was my tattoo. My tattoo is the bioluminescence. 

My neck hurt and I twisted back around, still sitting on the floor trying to figure out why I could see everything in such fine detail and why the hell I was glowing.

Now to think about it, questioning that of all things isn't really what we're going for here.

I stood, my gravity centered once more and picked up the book. I must've sat and read for too long because when I fell asleep I was woken what felt like minutes later. 

"Idiot, didn't I tell you to sleep?" I sat up, setting the book aside rather than on my chest where it seemed to have been left. 

Rubbing my eyes, I let out a huge yawn and stretched while Cheyanne walked back down stairs. I swiftly followed and I saw Elder standing by the door with two satchels that were attached by a thick piece of leather and a rather large buckle that touched the ground with a few feet to spare. 

"Be careful, Uisge Beag. Purgadair is a dangerous place." The frail man warned. Cheyanne took the strange satchel device and slung it over her shoulders, beckoning me to follow. 

"Thank you, Elder." I nodded in respect but before I could follow Cheyanne out the door, he took my hand.

"They all want you, for good or bad, keep your eye out for the Nathraichean." I gave him a strange look but he swiftly ushered me out into the misty night. 

People around us were bustling about with their glowing skins patterns. I didn't turn because I knew mine was glowing too from the red glow coming rom my neck where the tattoo started. 

"What do those words mean?" I trotted up behind Cheyanne and looked at her curiously. She didn't respond so I sked again, "What were those words that Elder said to you? What about-" 

I didn't smell it before but I did now, whatever it was it was very angry. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me close, so close in fact, that I could see the red glow of my tattoo on her face, flashing in her incredibly blue eyes. 

"Stop talking, for the love of Elements, please."  I closed my mouth and gave a slow blink in acknowledgement. 

She slowly let me go and turned around. I straightened my shirt and followed with a respectable distance behind her.

--Marksynth's view--

It had been almost three days since the accident and the imprint was broken and the life debt fulfilled. 

Valkaias was furious and I could sense it as he paced the room daily and stay with me almost all the time. I knew he was mad at Keegan because of the mental scars of The Hunting and needing to be everything to prevent that. 

I was on the roof, it was very early morning, the moon was barely setting and my wings were splayed behind me, one draped over Val's shoulders. He leaned close, resting his head on my shoulder. I rested my lips on his head and fiddled with his red under lights, twisting the strands within my fingers. 

"Do you wonder where he is?" He asked, still gazing to the base of the terraces, near the barrier that served as a portal to the human world. 

Every Court was hidden within----- itself. And Keegan wasn't here, since yesterday when I started moving, the bleeding from the gunshot wound having stopped. 

"I'm sure he's safe, he should be with Sylphki, or worst case scenario still with Cheyanne. I know that both of them would rather die themselves than him." I wouldn't tell him that he comes second to my mate which was a huge honor, especially for a hybrid like me; Harpy and Fae. Unwilling of course. 

"I guess you're right." Val sighed out. 

We'll figure it out, because I know Zendrix felt it more than anyone, and Undryn was patrolling for almost days on end without sleep now. It worried me, really. The Blight was still unidentified and it had to stop, and soon.