Here is the next exciting instalment of my flash fiction series. Hope you enjoy the read
Flash Fiction Series – The Calling of a Myth
Something intangible shifted in the coolness of the air that filled the musty drawing room like a tempting mist of perfume. A heavy breath resounded from a dark-skinned figure, attempting to mask a sense of stressed thought.
‘Why are you here?’ the figure asked slowly in a deep male voice. In one hand the man swilled a crystal glass of whisky. ‘You’re supposed to be dead, gone from the world years ago.’ He fiddled with a silver earring in his right ear anxiously.
A second figure emerged from a corner, nothing but a few tufts of silvery white hair poking out from beneath a light grey hooded jacket. ‘You must know that I was never dead,’ said the hood. ‘Surely you’ve heard of these raids going on along the coast? I am after the instigator of these atrocities.’
The other man sipped his whisky and refilled the glass. He turned and addressed his counterpart with a deep set of brown eyes that could break stone with one angry stare. ‘Xander, why does that concern you? I’m… I’m still trying to grasp the fact that you’re alive and that you, obviously, faked your death all them years ago. You must’ve died for a reason – to disappear. So why, in all that’s sacred have you decided to surface for such a trivial matter? I’m sure the investigators can handle whatever it is that’s going on.’
Xander pulled his hood back to reveal a pale, sun-deprived face with thick brown stubble sprouting around a sharp jaw line. ‘Katso, my dear friend; the investigators of this land have no clue as to what’s behind these attacks, whereas I do.’
Katso placed his glass onto an oak dresser and rubbed his forehead, a heavy sigh coming from the tension in his chest. ‘How do you know this?’
‘The person behind this is the reason why I disappeared.’
‘Who is he then?’
‘You mean she.’ corrected Xander with a troubled glance to the decanter of whisky on top of the dresser. ‘Pour me a glass, would you please?’ As Katso obliged his request he grabbed a chair from a nearby table and sat down.
Katso took a seat opposite his old friend and stared at him stoically. ‘Then tell me about this woman you assume is behind these raids.’
Xander shot a warning glance at Katso. ‘I’m not assuming anything; I know she is responsible. The reason I faked my own death was because she found out who I was and what I’m capable of.’ He took a long swig of whisky and hummed with a distant satisfaction befitting someone who had been away from the luxuries of life for too long. ‘This woman, I don’t know her name, is one of the foremost Dark Blade assassins in the land.’
‘Dark Blade assassins – they’re an old established guild that strive to be an eternal secret in the world and its history. They have been playing a hand in anything political for centuries, as well as having their own agenda for things concerning the world. These attacks are a mystery in terms of why they’re being influenced by one of the assassins, but needless to say they are more than uncalled for.’
Katso pursed his lips and huffed, rubbing his short black hair with a rough hand. ‘So what is it that you are wanting me to do?’
Xander smiled softly. ‘I knew I could rely on you, friend. I know you have many fingers in many pies and I would appreciate it if you could find out who the assigned investigators are for me.’
‘I am nowhere near powerful enough to fight this assassin one-on-one so I need help in doing what needs to be done.’
‘But what makes you think the investigators will be of any use in a fight?’ Katso topped up his glass.
‘I have heard along the grapevine that they are a highly skilled duo – a male hunter and a female warrior.’
‘You heard this did you?’
‘I have visited a couple of the decimated villages and spoken with the locals; and a few have mentioned these two people from here in the capital along with their stirling reputation.’ Xander drank the last of his whisky and placed the glass onto the table. ‘Can you help me?’
Katso mulled things over as he swirled the whisky around in his glass, his eyes gazing on the hypnotic rhythm intently. ‘I can have a word with someone, but I doubt I could arrange a meeting or anything.’
‘That’s fine. Just find out their names and where they might be and I can do the rest.’ Xander stood up, the effects of the whisky having taken a swift hold on his legs. ‘Boy, you can tell I haven’t had the good stuff in a long time,’ he chuckled.
‘What are you doing this for?’ asked Katso as he stood up with an ease, indicating that he was attuned to the impact of the spirit.
‘What do you mean?’ Xander glanced sideways at his friend as he stifled a belch.
‘I mean all this good deed stuff… what reason do you still have? Your kind are somewhat forgotten about these days.’
Xander’s gaze drifted across the room contemplatively. ‘Forgotten…’ he mumbled.
‘Yes forgotten. You would be surprised how quickly people moved on since you all disappeared.’
‘We weren’t here to be prominent in the world – we were here to do what had to be done.’
‘Xander, my old friend, things have changed over the years. The Evenians have no sway in this world, regardless of how prominent or not they once were.’
‘Things that are happening in this world that need our attention once more,’ Xander stated as he stood stoically. ‘We Evenians may not be high in numbers anymore, but they day we stop making a difference is the day we are all dead.’ He shot a firm, fiery glance to his friend and clenched his jaw. ‘Send a messenger to the Yearning Maiden Inn when you’ve found out where those investigators are – I am staying there in the meantime.’
Many people had never known how big a part the Evenians had played in the moulding of the world as it was now. They, along with the Dark Blade assassins, had made a point of being a group whose true purpose in history was secretive to the end. The only difference between the Evenians and the Dark Blade was that the Evenians were sworn protectors and upholders of what was generally believed to be righteous, whereas the assassins had no trouble with breaking moral and ethical standards wherever they saw fit.
As Xander left Katso’s residence with his hood replaced to hide his face, a searching mind was scanning the crowds outside. Katso had his place right on the edge of the business district of the city, so bustling crowds and loud noises were ideal for a swift and silent approach or escape.
The minds of everyone in the plaza were being probed by a highly skilled telepath overlooking the anthill-like scene with relentless intent. The mind hit a brick wall as it touched an impenetrable void of thought. This was it… that was him.