Finn dozed in a rickety wooden chair by the old fireplace. The hint of a dream, a memory ruminated in her mind; "One day, you will have to let someone love you in the light." Her left foot was planted on the wall to push the chair onto only two of its legs. She swayed slightly on the pegs, a soothing motion.
Eutus had finished his cries long enough for both of them to get some rest. They were in an old cabin, nestled in an old wood. They were far enough away from the village that bordered the forest that she wasn't worried when Eutus hollered. His demands to free him or simply to insult her. They had been here for weeks. She had tied his hands behind his back, cutting him off from his magics. She knew of other enchanters, those that had lost limbs in accidents or fights, who had learned to use magic with other flourishes normally saved for hands. Eutus hadn't studied that spellcraft nor did he have time to teach himself.
"He's not coming! Let me go!" Eutus started up again.
Finn opened one eye and peered at him. He was dirty. She had bathed him only by throwing him in the small pond that was behind the cabin. She hadn't untied him to do this. She pulled him out of the cold pool before he drowned. His robe was in tatters. His usually well styled short hair had grown longer and stuck to his forehead with grease.
"Oh, he's coming," was all she replied, closing her tired orb again..
"Fine! Then at least let me get clean! It's been weeks."
"And release your hands? No thanks. I'm aware of how angry you are."
"Anger doesn't begin to describe it!" He spat at her. "You killed the Merlin! You kidnapped me and stuffed me in a pocket dimension for a week! And now you haven't let me bathe in weeks! And you're trying to kill Izzy!"
"I'm not going to kill Izadore. Well, unless I have too. He has information I want."
"I have been trying to tell you he CANNOT help you! Malus bound all of them with the same spell! They cannot hurt him!"
"I just want the book, Eutus. I'll find my own way to kill Helmut."
The enchanter cried out in frustration. "Look, I will help. Okay? I will. Just untie me! My arms are so sore," he whined.
"The only way I am going to untie you is if I break your wrists. Which I have been trying to avoid, thus the rope."
To their shock, a dark portal opened in the middle of the small cabin between their chairs. The edges were black; it ate the colour of the world around it. Finn had opened her eyes when she felt the magic split the air, a smile on her lips. Out of the doorway spell a large man flew. He slammed into Finn who hadn't had time to move from her seat.
Both of them fell, their limbs became tangled. She bit down on the first bit of fabric she could find, her jaw elongating as she did. Izadore cried out in pain as his sister tore into the skin of his shoulder through his clothing. His hand flew out and pressed a knife into her throat, the blade only pierced the flesh to its tip. "Stop, Fionn!"
She inhaled his blood, the taste invigorated her. On its own, her mouth watered. Her eyes turned black as she grabbed the hand that held the knife. "Do it," she hissed at him, spit mixed with blood bubbled between her teeth in his shoulder as she spoke. She held him fast.
"Izzy no!" Cried Eutus from his new position on the ground. He had toppled over from the surprise. Both of the Helmuts stopped their posturing and looked at Eutus. Izadore's knife still punctured her throat and Finn's teeth had sunk deeply into his shoulder, to the bone. Both were stunned by his demand to stop.
"Please," he begged from his fallen position. "Can we stop murdering everyone?"
(2)
When Finn relaxed her fingers. Izadore released his grip on the knife and let his hand fall from her neck. She let go of his shoulder. She licked the blood from her mouth as it made a terrible breaking sound as it returned to normal. They untangled themselves and sat on the floor, apart. Both breathed heavily, tired from the excursion.
Finn sneered at her brother, her teeth still red with his vital fluid, "Hello, Izadore."
