"He's gone, he's gone." Jon pleated. "Please my Lord Jayden forgive me."
Terror tears through my blood as I picked him up with one hand. Not terror for myself; this is fully for him. I want him to feel it. To bathe in it, as is grow like a cancer feeding off of his soul. To feel without a doubt that he has failed me and if he dose it again. I'll kill him. Not that I'll ever intentionally kill him. That would create two more of his kind. But ever since the clock turned back, it's been harder to control myself. This warm, glossy sensation drips off every word I speak and I'm too defeated to stop it.
"How could he leave? Where did he go Jon." I shake him as easily as it would be to shack a child. But Jon is not a child. No. No he is a destroyer. He was grown from the earth, the mud and blood from the wake of the dead that we killed. No not we killed. I killed. I created Jon. Out of thousands of destroyers, this one is mine. Bond to me like the shadow he is. My destroyer, my guilt, my pain. Mine.
Jon struggles under my grip. Clawing desperately to touch my chest. His brow turns into a line and I see the fear in his dark eyes. His air ways are being blocked by the haze. I'm sending too much. The small voice in the back of my mind says. But I don't let go. I have him now. At least I do until one of his blade toenails slices through my paints and digs into my flesh. For a blinding moment, I'm reminded why he's called a destroyer. Shooting starks of white pain explodes inside. My muscles quiver as blood gushes out from my thigh. I grind my teeth together hard. Tossing him to the ground, before, I let the rise of passion kill him. He shrieks down in a low bow. If he only knew. I shack my head. He controls me.
"He went after Queen Ada." His voice is muffled. I can only imagine he's talking directly into the dirt now.
"What!" I feel my self starting to lose it now. The anger boils in my blood. Making it harder to focus on what's really important. "He went after Ada without me?"
Jon quivers in the wave of my enchantment, and I remind myself to calm down. The last time I sent this much to him, he past out. I suck in some air. breathe. Raynee would say. Just breathe. But calming myself is more difficult than it should be.
"He. He. He."
"Spit it out!" I grit my teeth together. Jaw clamped tightly. I could kill him now so easily. If only. Only!
"He said he, he, he cou couldn't wait."
That's it. I slam my hands down hard on the table and send it flying across the room. Cups turn over and over as they flee for escape and the food scatters on the floor. I hear Jon scream, but when I shoot my eyes at him. His jaw clamps tightly shut.
"What did he do Jon. Tell me exactly what he did." Now my voice is low. My body feels stiff. Zailor that stupid pumped up, power hungry idiot. If only I could pass on terror to him.
"He, he, went after Queen..."
"I know that! What happened after he went after Ada? I know he didn't over power her. She's stronger than he is."
"No my Lord. She sh, sh."
Ugh! I scram with frustration. Then take a step back. Breathe. I struggle to keep my voice straight. The anger is too much now. With every word I throw at him, his fear deepen and keeps him struggling to speak. His small body, shacking uncontrollably. Why do you do this? The voice says. He would have told you freely. I take another deep breath as Jon stutters to obey my command.
"Qu Qu Queen Ada. She she sent her magic away. In in stars."
I slump down into the chair and grind my fist into my eyes. Breathe. I force myself to pull back the terror, one by one. As if each of my fingers are wrapped around his throat. With each breath, I feel it ease from Jon. He'll be fine, I know. But if I don't control it. It will control me.
"And he couldn't wait." I shack my head. "Damn it all to hell. That idiot. He couldn't wait just one more month?"
"No my Lord, he said it was pointless."
"Pointless." I repeated. "Pointless that now Ada's magic is missing. Pointless that she sent them into stars and cast them to who knows where."
I slam back into the chair and run my hands through my hair. "He knows better."
I close my eyes as I smooth every inch of myself. Every emotion, evey sensations, smooth as slik. The air sweeps into my lungs, I hold it there. Remembering what Raynee would say. Control it. Breathe in and out. Slowly, slowly. Some times that woman could just creep inside my nerves. But right now. I would give anything to have her here. Repeating the same things over and over.
After a few minutes, Jon is free from my grips and quickly shifts to picking up my mess on the floor.
"Did you."
I know what he's going to ask. I know every inch of this destroyer. "Did you have any luck my Lord?"
My blood rises again. "Stop calling me my Lord." Breathe
"But you are my creator, my. "
"Stop it!" I interrupt him. "I am no Lord."
Jon's body stiffens and I have to force myself to hold back again.
"No." I say after a moment. "Raynee wasn't in the white forest. "
Jon slowly leans out his right arm to reach for an apple. Clearly he's still afraid to do any quick movements.
"Do you have any ideas where she could have gone next?"
"No. But, it wasn't useless. I was able to convince a Nymph to let me use her powers, for the time being." I toss Jon a sideways grin.
Jon giggled. -With joy I realize, he's far to easy to control. I'll have to do something about that soon. "She did? What kind of magic dose a nymph have?"
"Shhhh"
I lean down and let my fingers touch the dirt. Feeling the earth tangle inside of me. Shimmering through my fingers, up my arm. The dirt flickers down into the center of the world and circles completely inside of me. I am the dirt. I am the trees, the mountains, the valleys and water. I am this world. Or rather I'm intricately connected to it. I'm like the nymph, apart of this Land. Then I am a cavern feeling the mossy air around a mabman. Standing dumbfounded as Ada dose the only thing she can do.
"He went after the North." I say calmly.
"Yes my Lor. I mean Jayden."
I followed the north deep into the sky. Past the forest, past rivers, the red mountains, deeper and deeper, until it jumps. Jumps out of this sky, to a world unlike any other.
Jon chants "You see it. You see it." I hear his hands come together with a clap. I feel the air gush from the force of it. But I don't see him. I see Ray.
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