Themerlinhawk
Christian Highfell
Day 3, Morning
It had been a while since he’d made use of the bedroom in the small cottage Lichlord Paivne had constructed for Christian and Raven to escape to. With slow movements Christian buttoned the front of his dress shirt. It was quite in the house as the Lord of Storms continued to prepare for the wedding. His wedding. In two short weeks he’d gone from missing his beloved dearly to sleeping in the same bed with her every night. And now they were tying the knot.
It really hadn’t settled in for him yet. Strange really this was such a human ritual. As far as he was concerned he’d tied the knot two thousand years ago in this very house in the bed he was standing next to. Then again it was a necessary step as the rest of the world needed it to give credence to Raven and Christian’s right to be together. Picking up the Heart of Storms he pressed the crystal bangle to his right wrist and it molded to allow him to wear it around his wrist. Looking down at his left hand he carefully took the Darkstar ring off. As much as he felt it was silly Christian still needed to exchange the ring with Raven publically.
With finality he buckled on his belt and strapped the Deck of Storms to it. It would be a cold day in the domain of Elsingdar before he went anywhere without the Deck, Ace and Heart of Storms. While they weren’t everything they magnified his power to incredible degrees. Turning as he shrugged into the dark blue jacket he looked over the small homely bedroom he and Raven had shared on the road from Westwatch to Angel’s Landing. The quilts were still on the bed and many of their smaller possessions were still where they had left them. It had been a difficult time for the two of them. Not knowing if the next battle would be the end for them.
Smoke and fire clouded his vision as he gripped the battlements of the spires of Westhaven. He could feel Raven shifting on his back as she tried to see where they were needed most as the Stygian’s scaled the sheer cliffs of the mountain city. With a tremendous heavy Christian flipped himself off the wall and snapped open his powerful wings bring them up above the smoke and fire so he could breath lightning on the defenders of the city.Walking into the living room he looked at the solid iron oak table with its two chairs. The piece was a solid affair that had served them well. With that he moved on to the kitchen with its heavy open fireplace. Shard smiled as he remembered the need to cook for the two of them on several occasions. Moving on he walked into the bathroom where he had so reccently bathed. Remembering the first time that they had both made use of the bathroom after a Druid of the Dark Circle had cut Raven open and he’d had to nurse her back to health. He could still remember the sight of her diluted pink blood on the white tiles and the way the water had colored from her torn stitches. It was also the sight of many long hot baths together after grimy and gory battles. The baths had often devolved into ferocious mating which had left most of the water on the tile floor. Smiling he walked back out of the bathroom. The cottage was smile with only three rooms and this was where they had spent almost ten years of their life.
Giving the whole house a final once over he checked to make sure everything was back in its proper place before he opened the front door and stepped out into his office. Closing the pocket dimension behind him smoothly. Pavaine had told him that the magic used was long forgotten. Shard smiled enjoying that he and Raven would always have a safe haven to hide away in.
With that Shard descended the stairs heading for an elevator. Urthar was waiting for him in the basement of the Tower and his guest should be preparing to leave via Urthar’s magic. The Honor Guard should also have been aboard Blackwing with his fiance departing for the Hill of Flowers.
“Alright. One last adventure.”
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