Glass Arrow

Chapter 2

      Searching behind the books blind I looked for the usual small string, the moment my fingers brushed it a grin pulled at my lips as I yanked it. The bookshelf roaring as the stone under it shifted and turned, landing me in a different room full of books I wouldn't have bothered to look for.

       Grimoires, scrolls, incantations, magic stones and more decorating the room as I practically vibrated in excitement. Pausing in my rush to look over it all I cleared my throat and straightened my hair. This is only a precaution. That's all it is.

       My grin broke out again as I ripped free one of my many crystals free from my hip, scanning everything I could get my hands on and more I bounced from one thing to another. I was left with hours of fun while I recorded every bit of information I could until my gaze drifted to the old worn Laiyati carved in the wall her words sparking my memory.

        Great grimoire. Entrance.

        My tongue was clicking and throat rolling in a second at the strange way Laiyati was spoken. The words glowing brightly as dust shook free, the wall pulling up as I didn't even wait for it to be halfway up before I was on the other side with a squeal of excitement. The room was empty, other than the glass stand in the center.

        A stand that held a small chain. Just a chain. Pausing as I glanced again, expecting, you know, a grimoire I carefully stepped forward. Stepping up I tapped the glass lightly, it automatically curled away as I slid my hand in carefully. It could be another one of those 'pull this for fun books' things they liked to do.

       My finger brushing it lightly as a shock ran through my body while I stilled. The chain leaping forward as I held my breath, regretting my reckless decision immediately. Crying out as it curled around my wrist painfully I attempted to pull it off with my free hand only for the thing to snap in two and attack that one as well.

        So much regret. Regret everywhere. See that in the corner? You've guessed it, regret. 

      Trying to pry the things off me while I stumbled back I grunted as I roughly slammed into the wall. A shiver running down my spine as the pain stopped, the chains falling limb against my wrists while they curled up my hand and around the base of my fingers. Now bracelets linked to rings, smaller and well, kinda pretty. Had they not attacked me to be so.

      Slow and careful I timidly attempted to pull it free only to yelp as a shock ran through me. Okay. That'll stay there then. Grumbling I got back to my feet to look at the stand once more. Low and behold it was carved into it. The great grimoire. Okay, I don't want to judge but... This isn't a book!

        Squinting at it as I mumbled my complaints I found no other words, no instructions. How inconvenient. With a heavy sigh, I swiped my fingers over the deformed glass, returning it to the perfect cube it was. My attention wavering to where the entrance was supposed to be while my care for what was probably a problem drastically dropped.

       It was either a problem or it wasn't. Why stress about it?

       Humming as I ran my hand along the walls I jumped in surprise while it was suddenly a problem. Chains shooting out of the underside of the wrist and latching into the wall while I was pulling at it in less than a second not wanting to deal with whatever it was going to make me. My shoes squeaking with effort as my wrist screamed at the forced only for the other to do the exact same thing. 

        Problem. I repeat. Problem.

        For the love of- The wall suddenly cracked, right down the middle while the wire collar on my neck burned, the key within falling free as my mind drifted to Vixen for all but a moment. Okay. Not something I expected. Slowly moving to pick up the key I found they didn't protest the moment.

         Raising a brow as I looked up, a small hole about key size placed next to the crack, looking down at the key I shrugged lightly before sliding it in and turning. A gush of black mist shooting out of the crack as it slowly pushed open, a forest on the other side.

        A place no one dared follow. Fascinating. The chains released the wall while I glanced around without stepping in- or, well, out. My body going ridged a second before my vision gave out, familiar voices filling my ears.

         "He's a monstrosity! He'll kill us all given the chance! That's what demons do!" Roared the fire elite while he only got a cold glare, the man before him unmoving from the door to his son's room.

        "He's my son, if you want to kill him, you'll have to get through me." He ground his teeth knowing he wasn't favored in a fight with the battle seasoned veteran. Just because he wasn't on the council did not mean he wasn't an elite. The Reaper's were a house full of elites unqualified for the council simply because they hadn't been nobles. Dyeth was the only one qualified, if he could reach the elite tier that is.

         "It's better that he goes out before this becomes public knowledge! He'll be scorned if anyone knew he was a demon," He tried but the man remained unmoved, his burly arms crossed in front of his chest. "You're going to regret making this difficult,"

       Blinking wildly I held my head, my curiosity dying as I closed the stone wall and turned tail, bolting out. He wasn't favored in the fight but that didn't mean he wouldn't play dirty if it meant single handly killing a demon. An intelligent one. He'd be regarded as a hero, may be promoted.

      He'll be the one to regret it if he touches even a hair on his head.