I know you all are as eager as I am for this scene. It's a hard and challenging one to write well and to convey all the emotions.
Val turned to see Gregor Black seated at the head of the table. In his early forties now, Gregor had ages some from her memories but still had the powerful build and broad shoulders she remembered. She figured she got at least some of her height from his tall frame, which stood at six foot four inches. His coal black hair was such a contrast to her own silvery locks that she briefly wondered if she was of any actual relation to him at all. It took an active force of will to put that dark thought aside for later consideration. Gregor came to his feet and towered over her as he pulled out the chair to his left for her to sit. Tension tightened the muscles from Val's head to her toes. She looked up at the man she had once called her father, and hesitated before taking her seat. She could feel Gregor’s eyes at her back and then his light touch as fingers drifted across her shoulder as he passed her and returned to his seat. “I am pleased you agreed to have lunch with me,” he said as
“I want to see this device. I want to know what you think you see compared to what I know is there.”“And why should I grant such a thing?” Gregor asked. “I have only revealed so much because it was pertinent to your life and events twelve years ago.”Valkyrie ignored the first part of his question and ask one of her own. “How are the scath pertinent to my life?”“It was the failure of my work all those years ago that forced the Brotherhood to seek other options. Things were not progressing as they wanted so, they were preparing to take more drastic action when Reginald saw to it that you and your mother were not to be found.”“The brotherhood? Desmond mentioned a Brotherhood.”“Desmond? I should have known it was Desmond,” Gregor growled.“Wait, you knew Desmond?” asked quickly.Gregor fought back a heated retort and said, “I knew he was a friend of your mother. It seems fitting he would take you in.” then as if to himself, “No wonder the experiment failed.”“What were you trying to
“It is a delicate balance, increasing the silver concentrations in our blood in such a way that the systems can adapt and accept it so we can harness the power of the Sparks. With that power comes the great risk of being destroyed by these unnatural beings.” Gregor said as he stared in morbid fascination at his caged beasts.“As you have now discovered, these beings share a weakness with you, dear Valkyrie. For some reason, sodium affects them adversely. So it makes sense that the Tetrodotoxin I used has such a profound effect. It causes paralysis for a time in silverbloods, but for these scath, carbon tetrachloride mixes with sodium for a violent reaction. I suspect it is part of how this Prince was captured all those years ago.”“Sodium? As in salt?” Val asked, confused. The scath had seemed less active when she was with the pirates and there were only a few aboard the Luna Marra, but that ship had spent most of its time in the air, away from the salt breeze of the ocean below. Thos
Valkyrie looked at the ancient cage once again. The bands of silver and gold were solid, no hint of a key or lock of any kind. The runes glared at her as if she should understand them but their meaning eluded her. “Even if I could, I have enough to contend with out here.” Val wondered if she was going insane. Was she really conversing with one of her father’s caged beasts? And this one was shape shifter too? As she watched, the being shifted again, the smoke she so often associated with scath pulsing from gray to inky black. As the violet eyes shrank back into its cage, val heard the faintest of whispers emanate from the caged beast. “When you remember oaths of old, promises of a past shared, I shall be as I have always been.” What was THAT supposed to mean? Val turned back to the fight at hand. Xaphan faced off against her father and two remaining guards. Gregor was busy opening a heavy locked safe not ten feet from her. As he managed to get the lock open he glanced her way, pu
Valkyrie Black stayed on one knee, trying to catch her breath and waited for the world to stop spinning. Between her body and the very essence of her soul being transformed into a weapon of uncounted power, being spun through the air in dizzying arcs, before finally being shifted back to her mortal form, she felt sick to the stomach and about ready to wretch what little was left in her belly. “Samiel?” “Yes, Daughter of Azrael?” “It’s Valkyrie. My name, its Valkyrie.” “Fitting, as she was the Valkyrie General of the Ori.” Valkyrie finally lifted her eyes to see the being that had wielded her as a weapon and likely saved her life in doing so. Violet eyes met hers and she blinked slowly as her gaze roved his handsome face, his onyx hair and his bare chest. This Samiel could easily be the most devastatingly handsome man she had ever seen. The embodiment of dark and mysterious. Yet, she knew with absolute certainty that this being was no man. His eyes, his physique, and those wings!
Alexa snorted her derision, “sparks don’t exactly grow on trees. The guild sparks and farmer sparks are rare enough and highly cherished. Most average families are lucky to have one, and that person is normally head of house. As for a hunter or warrior spark, forget it. Even those at the academy in Krellis compete to be granted one of those sparks. Only the top fifty candidates from every four year graduating class get a shot at them, and that greatly depends on how many warriors died in that time. We are not actively at war so that is rare.”“Second hand knock offs,” Samiel said. “Products of stolen and copied cast offs from early prototypes. Those sparks are barely worth the metal they are made of and that is inferior at best.”“What would you know of sparks and their manufacture?” Alexa demanded.“Who do you think worked with the Great Valkyrie General before she was granted such a title? Who do you suppose provided the knowledge and fundamental concepts that made them more than me
It was after dinner when Valkyrie arrived back at the general’s estate. Being she had left through the front gate and was still in her dress, she figured she would just announce herself to the gate guards.When she approached, she was alarmed to see the mass of guards at the gate. It seemed the security had been tripled. Guards noticed her a moment later and two rushed up to her.“Lady Black, the General has been most worried for you. Your father sent word of the attack at his estate and that you had been taken. The whole city is on alert. How ever did you get away?”He looked down at the torn sleeves of her dress and asked more softly, “Lady black, are you hurt? Should I send for the doctor?”Val’s mind raced. Gregor had sent word of an attack? She had been taken… What game was Gregor playing at?“No, I am fine, just some extra work for the tailor to mend. I would like to change though.”“Yes of course. I will send word to your father at once.”“NO! NO one is to know of my location!”
Valkyrie didn’t wait long before having her trunk sent to the waiting carriage. It fascinated her how there was such a mix of old and new technology available. While the high society preferred to be on the cutting edge of transportation, families such as the General’s still used the tried and true horse and carriage.Val wondered how long it would be before the new vehicles would become the common normal. Val watched as her trunk was loaded and then glanced around the grand estate one last time before climbing into the carriage.It was such a nice place, that Valkyrie hoped she could return under better circumstances. Reilynn and the boys Rowan and Marcum were good people. They may be naive but they were the kind of innocent that made Val want to put an end to all the world’s evils so people like them could live a happy life.As the carriage pulled out of the estate grounds, Valkyrie spotted Alexa crossing the rooftops one street away.“Driver, stop for a moment.”The carriage pulled