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Sharara interrupted her thoughts. Kelpie, we will send you some of my memories. I will try and only send those related to the human, but it’s not an exact science and you may get more than that. Fear not, it won’t hurt.
Okay, what do I need to do? Macey asked.
Relax, cat-man said in his most sultry voice and she could feel herself instantly grow calm. Don’t shy away, as she said, it’s not going to hurt.
Then, a flash of light hurtled towards Macey and before she could evade it, it crashed into her and she was thrown into whiteness.
The man had bright blue hair and strange metal rings on his ears. Sharara stayed hidden in the mists, watching the human as he stumbled through her domain. He was the first human she’d seen in awhile. They rarely left Earth, and if they did, it was often involuntarily. There were some species who liked to keep humans as slaves. She shuddered. It was despicable to have another being as a slave, even if it was a human. And this particular one... she liked the bright colour of his hair. He was dressed in black, so the blue stood out even more.
He was limping slightly as if he’d been injured recently. But he looked determined as he made his way through the mists.
She was curious and moved forwards, careful to stay hidden. Her white fur made it easy; she’d always pitied her brother for having been born with black fur.
A hissing sound came from behind her and she whirled around just in time to evade a dark spear thrown at her. She growled loudly, warning whoever had attacked her that she was likely stronger than them. Cù sìth were not to be messed with.
A cry behind her made her turn around again. The blue-haired human was on the ground where he had thrown himself to not be pierced by the spear. Maybe it hadn’t been intended for her after all. As she watched, the weapon dissolved into black mist. She shivered. Only one being she knew could do such a thing. She was no match for him, and neither was the human. She should run away, but she was not a coward. She would stand her ground.
Another hissing sound warned her of another attack. She jumped through the air, out of the path of the spear and towards whoever had thrown in. She ran through the mists, hunting the assassin, but she didn’t smell or see anyone. When she got to the place where the assailant would have had to have been to throw the spear at that angle, all she could see was a black
circle etched into the ground. Tiny tendrils of black fog swirled around it, but there was no person in sight.
She growled in frustration and ran back to the human. He was no longer alone.
A dark figure was standing over his prone form, pinning him to the ground. He was doing something to the human, something that made her shudder. The evilness of it filled the air and she could hear the Staran groan in protest. The Staran rarely made a sound, they rarely got involved. This was a bad sign.
She needed to do something. She opened her mouth widely, exposing her razor-sharp teeth. Most enemies fled at that sight. She bellowed and the dark figure turned around, looking straight at her. He was surrounded by a cloak of dark mist, wavering in the air, throwing shadows over the man’s face. All she could see were his piercing black eyes, shimmering like melanite.
They trapped her gaze, forced her to look at him. She couldn’t turn her head, frozen in that moment, frozen in time. He approached her but she couldn’t move, her eyes still fixed on his. The rumours were true, he could petrify with a single glance. How did she forget that? How could she be so stupid?
From the corner of her eyes, she could see the human get back up on his feet. At least it had been worth it. If he was clever, he would run and leave her to her fate. Human lives were so short, he deserved to live all of it.
A pain began to build behind her temples, quickly turning into a terrible headache. He was trying to break through her barriers, and he would soon reach his goal. She was physically strong, but not so much mentally. She tried to move her paws but her muscles didn’t respond. He had her trapped. Panic began to bubble up in her mind. This was bad, really bad.
With a piercing push, similar to the black spear he had thrown before, he broke into her mind. Pain like nothing she had ever felt before rushed through her body and she screamed at the same time as he began to laugh.
Then the first memory appeared. Her mother, being torn apart by hunters. Her flesh flying through the air. Her wails as she slowly bled to death. Sharara whimpered, trying to close her eyes in the hope that it would make the memory go away. It didn’t work.
More memories were thrown at her, more images of blood and terror. She had lived for centuries and there had been a lot of bad times in her life. Now, he was forcing her to look at it all.
While she was trapped in the memories, she could feel him build a prison around her. There was nothing she could do but watch as he locked her into her own mind.
Her last thought was that she had at least managed to save a life, even if it had cost her her own.
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A blinding pain tore through Macey’s head, not unlike the one that came before the Voice making an appearance. But she knew this one was different. Apparently, Sharara and Cat-Man had very different versions of something not hurting than she did.
Her vision cleared, and she could see the unmoving form of Sharara lying in front of her, barely moving. Cat-Man was watching over her, a drawn expression on his face. He clearly wasn’t happy with the way things had gone then.
“She shouldn’t have shown you that,” he muttered darkly, his voice losing some of the alluring tone it’d held before. Maybe it was some kind of sìth trick. If he was related to those sìth, then it would make sense, but Macey really didn’t know enough about either type of being to make that call.
“But she did,” Macey pointed out. “And there’s no changing that. All you can do is respect her wishes.” She stood up tall and squared off against him. No way was he going to intimidate her into not respecting what Sharara wanted. Plus, this should lead her to Ice, and where she needed to be. It’d be good to actually have a name and face for the man she was referring to simply by his element. Same was true of Lightning and Air. Maybe Cat-Man was right. Names really did have power.
“But he...”
“It was your sister’s choice to save him,” she said, carefully avoiding the use of Sharara’s name so as not to upset him further. He clearly hadn’t liked that she knew it, so it seemed wise not to abuse that. “And as such, we should continue to protect him. For her sake. In her memory.” She almost stamped her foot, but decided better of it. That probably wasn’t the best way to gain his respect, which she wanted badly. She was royalty after all, and she needed to act that way.
“But...”
