- Perilous Descent
Pairings: MF, MM
Heat Level: 1
Romantic Content: 4
Character Identities: Gay, Straight
Tropes: Hurt / Comfort
Word Count: 160,000
Languages Available: English, Arabic, Chinese, Dutch, Filipino, French, German, Greek, Hebrew, Italian, Japanese, Korean, Norwegian, Portuguese, Russian, Spanish, Swedish, Vietnamese
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
I found two charms close to each other, nestled against some flowers and grass on a hill. One was a little creature called a neffit, which looked like an earth snail, although Vega said they were very fast. The other Vega said was called a rendell that looked like a cross between a tiger and a wolven. It was probably carried for strength in battle. I looked down at the two charms they were so different. One was wanting to run away from the battles, and the other wanting to be the victor. Maybe their mother had given them to whoever owned them before they left for war. After a few seconds, the vision cleared and it saddened me with its clarity.
“I see why you collect these,” Vega said softly. “You care about the people that carried them, they are a piece of history, screaming to have a voice again like you.”
“I see them, not entirely but partially, Vega. Look,” I said, setting the charms down where we’d found them.
I projected a scene where I saw a young man that looked to be about Alpha’s age let go of the neffit charm at the time of his death. It fell from his free hand as he let it go with his last breath and it tumbled over a little rock.
“And the rendell?” Vega asked, waiting.
I tilted my head, watching the other kill him. The little charm flew out of his pocket when he fell to his knees. He covered his face in misery, screaming to the heavens, asking why before getting up and walking on. Zihen had moved into Vega’s arms, watching the scene play out.
“They both died that day, one in body, one in spirit. They’d been best friends in school, maybe more I can’t tell that from the charms.”
“Hmmm,” I moaned, looking at the images. I waved my hand over the hill, creating blue flowers with tiny teardrops on each blossom. Before picking one and giving it to Zihen. “The one that carried the neffit charm was turning into a Cold One, his life wasn’t his own anymore, and his friend did it out of love. It killed the other to take his life. But he didn’t want him to become a monster. The patch he wore told me they were under Ambrose’s division. I wonder if he knew them. He commanded so many I doubt it,” I answered myself, walking on.