Wind Walkers # 7

Raevyn stared at the space between him and Simian; total shock running through his body as he stared at the beautiful transparent creature who had taken both his and his cousin's hand. How did the vision know they needed to connect? How did he know where to find them? But most importantly who was he?

Had he and Simian conjured him to them in their moment of need? Raevyn wanted to scream out as the vision exploded into a thousand shards of nothingness. He didn’t have time to think on it more as in that exact instant he felt Simian’s power combine with his own - his strength came rushing back to him combined with Simian’s. Giving him enough force to break the bonds that tethered him to the ground. The last beating that Simian had taken kept him still slightly subdued.

Raevyn was still in shock over the whole waking up one day with his cousin staked out beside him. He had never thought to see any of his true family again. The law stated -  they were to be kept separated because combining the powers of the first line would be dangerous to the lives of every living thing in the known universe. Did the fool who had them even know what he was messing with?

Slowly but surely Raevyn worked his tethers out of the ground, and once free - he rested in the pose as if he was still being restrained. He needed to make sure the time was right before he took out the one who had held him captive for the last three cycles of the moon. The idiot and his minions had made an enemy of him when they treated him like an animal.

When he had awaked to find Simian beside him his anger had grown tenfold. If it was the last thing he ever did in this life he would see his cousin free – Simian was destined for a great many things – things he couldn’t do if he was caged.

He wondered if  Tondran would have put them so close together if he knew they didn’t need words to communicate.

Raevyn turned his face to the side until his gaze locked with Simian’s. “I will get you out of this I promise. I swear to you I will get you back to your mates before the next cycle of the moon.”

Simian shook his head slightly, “They will come for us, and our new found friend will lead then directly to us?”

“How do you know?”

“Because when he was here I could sense my mates on him. Wherever he has come from my mates are with him.” Simian sounded like he knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Do you know who he is?”

Simian smiled. “Don’t you?”

Confusion filled Raevyn’s brain. Yes the guy had somehow seemed familiar, but Raevyn couldn’t remember meeting him anywhere before. Why would his cousin think he would know a total stranger?

“Look inside yourself cousin and listen to what you find.”

Raevyn could tell by the tone in his head that Simian was laughing at him. What the hell was so damn funny? Why couldn’t he just come out and say what he knew? He hated not knowing what was going on in his own damn life.

Closing his eyes and concentrating it didn’t take long for the ghostly image to appear. There was no denying that the image was so beautiful it hurt to look at, maybe the ancestors sent it to him in his time of need. But why send him something and just rip it away from him again. He hated being one of the cursed; whoever said the pure lines where the sacred beings sure didn’t know what the hell they were talking about. Or, Tondran just didn’t care about it at all, but Raevyn was betting that Tondran didn’t even know who they were – or from whom they were descended. Because if he did, he would have secured them a hell of a lot better than this.

Bringing his thoughts back to the present he concentrated on the beautiful man’s image until it became clearer in his head; he took in the sharp blue eyes, his lips were a little fuller than most and looked softer his beautiful face was oval shaped, and his dark hair fell in waves around his shoulders. Raevyn saw the beads which had been intricately woven near his left temple – showing he was a being from the hawk shifters – so it meant this dark hair beauty was Earthen bound and not from the lands of the Gods.

If he was a real person than it meant Raevyn had a chance of finding him again. He had a chance of finding out just who he was? And why he felt like he should know him?

His heart lurched as he felt what his cousin meant – why would Simian feel the connection between them when he couldn’t?

“My mate – but how?” All his life he had known he would be alone, Varnuse would never have mated someone to one of the pure line. Except, Simian had two mates. Did that mean he also had another mate out there? His gaze locked on his cousin once more. “Should I be expecting another?”

Simian shook his head, “Only I have been gifted with two mates.” Bitterness seeped into his tone. “Two men to love me – Two men who cannot stand each other. You are lucky that Varnuse has given you only the one to hold your heart.”

“You will work it out.”

“I am not so sure.”

They fell silent as they heard feet approaching their gazes no longer focused on each other.