“Of all the fool things I could do… promising myself to him wasn’t on the list”
I sent a fire message to Morgan, knowing she wanted to be left alone, but needing to tell her.
I know you think you’re not wanted, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. For my part, I can only apologize. Please don’t leave. Lycaon isn’t everyone’s cup of whiskey, but you have been the best you, I have ever seen, because of Minotauros. He is healing you in ways I can’t even express, and I am so glad for it. One day, perhaps soon, you will inherit my role, and then you will know why am I doing this. I am leaving to protect you, to see if anything I can do to keep you safe will work.
I am constantly fighting for you, and your survival. For you to thrive. And I know you will. You have found something worth fighting for. And I am proud of you, my Morgana. I cannot stay, not now. Not while this threat looms over the people I hold most dear. You, Lycaon, even Minotauros, but you most of all. I’m sorry I’m not doing this in person, taking the cowards road as you said earlier. I cannot face you, for then I will stay. But I need you to know how much I love you, and how so much of what I am doing, is for you.
Be safe my beautiful girl. Mama loves you. The Mother and the Crone are always watching over you. Love fiercely and often.
I look around the room and feel the brimstone burble in my throat, before spewing the flames across the room, lighting it all on fire. I opened the window, assumed the drakon form, and took off. The fire wouldn’t spread to the rest of the building, it would just stay, demolishing every trace of me left in that room, burning it all to a crisp.
I swing by the training grounds and grab the staff I was using, and a rapier, my favourite sword, and fold them into my claws, before leaving the grounds completely. I struck out into the clear blue sky, the Boreal forest stretching for miles before me. I didn’t have a direction, I let instincts take over. I knew somehow that I would reach my quarry, and the journey took less time than I anticipated. He was closer than I thought. As I landed, I shifted easily back into human form, my drakon happy to have stretched his wings and sighed contentedly. I knew he would rest for a while, as I finished the journey on foot.
I entered the town in front of me under the cover of darkness, not that I needed to, but it was dark when I got there. I found a hotel and got a room for the night, my pursuit would continue in the morning, I was in no rush.
When the next dawn broke, stormy grey, I smiled and created a nice, warm travelling cloak around me and left the hotel, paying for my stay. I stalked the streets, one of few people out at the time, and smiled as I found him. Turning around, he must have known someone was following him, I ducked down an alleyway. I was struck, suddenly, by how much he resembled Lycaon. Not only in his rugged good looks, and alluring nature but also in the air of confidence he wrapped around him and the strength that exuded from him. His name escaped my lips, and I watched him stop.
Smiling confidently, I stepped out of the alleyway, let him see me, now that I was ready, and walked towards the park. It was empty, thanks to the rain and I stood there in the centre, waiting. He had no aura, nothing I could tell existed anyway, but I knew when he was behind me. I didn’t turn to look at him, I formed a scythe in my hand and sliced the air around me the words of the prayer/spell leaving my lips. “Πατέρα του χρόνου, φύλακας του παρελθόντος, άκου την κλήση μου. Σταματήστε την ώρα του ανθρώπου μπροστά μου … Επιτρέψτε σε αυτούς που επιδιώκουν να διορθώσουν το λάθος του να είναι επιτυχημένοι. Δέστε τον δαίμονα που έχει την ψυχή του για να τους καταστρέψουμε και τους δύο.”*
I felt him stop and turned to look at him, his name escaping my lips again. “Edward Kelly.” I walked around him, honestly surprised that the spell worked and the cackle that I let out would have left chills down mortals’ spines. I turned and walked a few paces away, and that’s when I heard him, Edward was laughing. I turned wildly and looked at him, his face breaking out into a grin, cruel and wicked.
“Did you really think praying to him, stopping my time would be the way?” His voice was cold and full of scorn, and yet, there was also comprehension in it. “I can tell you that you’re on the right track Medea,” he said as he walked towards me. I was frozen with fear. When he reached me he stopped and leaned in, “I spared your life witch, you owe me.”
I slapped him quickly, my anger bubbling forward. “You were watching the whole time. You could have stopped him from killing me.” I spat at him.
Edward let the slap connect, but he grabbed my hand afterwards and pulled me close. “I told you I would come back for you, and here you are, searching after me. Did you miss me that much?” I spat in his face, literally, and still, Edward smiled. “You come to me of your own accord. Have you tired of the mutt king yet?” My heart stilled and my eyes flared a dangerously dark shade of purple.
“Lycaon is more of a man that you will ever be,” I growled out, even the drakon was growing agitated. “And no, I will never tire of Lycaon, my heart, my soul belongs to him.”
Edward held me fast, and his other hand cupped my face tenderly. “Yes, I see you have submitted to him, something you never could have done for me. We too have known each other for centuries Medea, and you have forgotten what you did.” He pulled me into a kiss, rough and deep, and yet… I could feel myself almost wanting to fall. “Tell me, did the king of beasts tell you about the deal he made?”
“How do you know this?” I asked, stepping back as much as he would allow.
Edward smiled crookedly and nodded, “I know, because I need to know. You have been my life since we first met, 3,000 years ago.” I stared at him blankly, he didn’t look like anyone I had known back in Greece… and then it dawned on me. I was about to say his name, but Edward placed his finger over my lips, shushing me. “I’ll give you the spell you need Medea, and some time, in the near future…” I stared wildly at him dreading the next part of his sentence.
“I will come to you, of my own free will,” I replied. Edward nodded knowing. “You will not take part in the battle with Kane?” I asked and he shook his head. “The only way that would happen, would be if my future was not assured after the battle with Kane.” Meaning, Lycaon would no longer exist. I thought to myself, and Edward smiled cruelly. “I agree, Edward, to your terms. You stay out of the battle and give me the spell, and after we’ve killed Kane and sent him back to hell, I will return to you.”
Edward Kelly pulled me close, wrapping his arm around my waist and letting go of my wrist. “Good, you’ll always know where to find me, we’re bound by fate you and I. Now, we seal the deal.” I nodded, gulping, realizing how he meant, and I leaned up to his face, willingly but slow, and kissed him. Edward had won… But in the end, so would we. And if my freedom was what I could give to secure that future for everyone else, I was willing to give it.
Edward let go of me after prolonging the kiss, and when I opened my eyes, he was gone, a piece of parchment in my hand, and the taste of home on my lips. I looked at the parchment, it would require at least two of us and I sighed, it was time to go home.
I reassumed the form of the drakon, there in the park, spewing hot flames into the sky, and scaring some mortals as they passed by. I took off, the journey home seemed shorter to me than the trip there. And when I landed on the training grounds, after I’d put the sword and staff back, I made my way, as a woman, back up to the cabin, dreading the aftermath of my departure.
*Father of time, keeper of the past, hear my call. Stop the time of the man before me… Allow those who seek to right his wrong to be successful. Bind the demon who has his soul so that we may destroy them both.