The raven rose higher and higher, swishing past the fountain and up into the dark sky streaked with an ugly shade of violet. She was coming. Time was short and so was life.
Inside, Jessica and Xavier sat , waiting for Mr. Dursen. Alfred Dursen was another man from downtown L.A but what separated him from most people was the way he babbled about how he could see goblins, talk to warlocks and spot a transfigured witch among normal cats. That is what made him useful or rather, resourceful for Xavier.
You see, Xavier was an Assassin , that too a subtle one. Once a kid with a pierced nose and a shaved head asked him if he was magician, Xavier offered to drop him at the doctor’s. He was searching for a clue, just one clue that could lead him to the DuskHeir Queen and Dursen was his last resort.
Suddenly, a sound behind Jessica escalated and she jumped up. The man behind her had a familiar maimed face from a burn which covered his jaw and his neck . It could have been no one else but Digon , Digon the Dusk slave. He slashed out and something glimmered in the dimness of the evening, a dagger.
Jessica shot back with a fist in his ribs and darted towards the fountain where Xavier stood. As Xavier raised his arrow, Jessica tried to slow her breath, dreading what the DuskHeir queen may have in store. Dursen was a pawn and the darkness was spreading… to be continued
Note: I haven’t been posting much and i am in a weird place at the moment, stuck in a rut. But I will post stuff whenever I can . Much love ❤