"Oh." Roman said as he considered what I said.He immediately showed a reaction that he understood it.I actually surprised myself even. The way I spoke really conveyed a deep importance to guarding our camp.Roman nodded and I got up from my knees.I patted his shoulders. "We will be back soon." I promised. I hoped that I was saying the truth also.I had no idea how long it would take for us to dispatch twenty one invocates but if there were no mishaps then I estimated that a few hours would be enough.That meant we would be done before dawn. That timing also aligned with the details of the plan. Night time was a very important cover for us and if we lose that cover then we lost one of our very important advantages.Of course, our biggest advantage was the element of surprise. But that wouldn't last very long. The next one was that we knew more about the enemy than they knew about us. my experience being an invocate and a servant of the church myself was very useful here.But everyt
“They are all back to their camp.”I waited for a few minutes after talking to Oisin. I had the time to think of other matters before he finally returned to me with the news that the invocates had all returned to their camp.The forest area was already completely dark and there was no moon in the sky to give the faintest of illumination.But that was to our advantage of course.Rowena and Oisin could see as clearly in the night as Morning did. It was part of the traits of the Fae.I also had exceptional vision at night. Something that was simply one of my traits from birth. It wasn’t something too special but it tended to show immense value at times like this. Everyone had advantages, but they truly became significant when they were put to good use. “Oisin, keep Kerrigan watching them.” I instructed, then I moved to the others.No one was sleeping, but they were all in relaxed positions. I expected that. It was a common phenomenon when people had high anticipation for an event with a
I rechambered my guns after inspecting them. The fact I could only use silver bullets with my guns was a very big limitation. That was because silver bullets were rare.In truth, I ran out of my original stash long ago. But I managed to obtain some twenty-seven bullets after spending months developing connections with what I had left from the church.I now had just over fifteen. Twelve were chambered already.My guns were each six-chamber revolvers and I loaded both of them. That was twelve bullets, twelve shots.I would make every shot count.I tied my holster to my waists and holstered my guns.One of the first things I considered when I newly deserted the church and I hadn’t found any allies yet was a method to solve my bullet problems.Swords were good weapons. But they paled to the utility of guns. That wasn’t the case with supernatural creatures, but my main enemies were very human.My first option was getting normal bullets smelted by a local blacksmith far away from the capit
I watched Morning walk away from me and I felt some kind of way.I felt happy earlier because of the support Morning gave me. It was like a ray of sunlight after heavy rain. But now we were separated on less than ideal terms again.I could only blame myself. There was a lot of nuance to our conversation, but I still went ahead to try convincing her of the virtues of humanity at the end.Of course, that was just taking on an incredibly tough task. I wouldn’t have even mentioned it if I had known the true extent Morning hated humans. I underestimated it because she was willing to talk to me, and she didn’t even attack anyone back at Barley.It was a tough task because I wasn’t so sure of it myself. I knew logically that all humans weren’t bad, but I had seen so much evil from humans that it tended to color out the good. Humans weren't all bad, but the bad ones seemed to do more bad than the good done by the good ones.I could guess where Morning’s disdain for humans originated. It would
When Phoenix told me I could ask him questions, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to do so. I was very interested in knowing more about him. I wanted to know more about how he thought. Everything about him was fascinating to me. His mind, his actions, our bond. In truth, there were a million questions I could ask, but I decided to stay on topic. And that meant we would be talking about the hunters of course. Just thinking of them could easily make me angry. I wanted to kill them all. But Phoenix was risking his life for this mission. And to do what? To save a wolf pack? Phoenix talked about his mission before. How he wanted to save lives. So I wasn’t very surprised that he had obtained information about the church’s plans and decided to intercept them. He already incorporated me in his plans, and although I hated how I couldn’t be of much use, I was still happy to do something. What I really wondered about was Phoenix being a human. It was far too easy for me to fo
“Don't worry yourself.” I told Morning with a calm expression. But I felt different within my mind. I knew that I was reaching for too much. Just because she said I could ask her any question, didn’t mean that she would actually answer any question I asked. Morning’s facial expression fell. I sighed within. She must have felt very guilty for not being able to answer. It would have been easy for me to blame Morning for her inability to answer my questions but I knew better. The fact she actually apologized to me when I didn’t even expect it was enough evidence to remind me of the truth. Morning was a good person, no matter what she thought. So I wasn’t just going to let her feel guilty for not answering my question. After all, I had a little understanding about having things you find it difficult to talk about myself. I smiled faintly. “You just aren’t ready to tell me anything yet. That isn’t your fault. It takes time to change.” I said. Morning listened to my words,