Darkness crept over Arvinen, it was not long before Syuveil decided to move in. Staring and studying the sentries for hours had seemed to speed up time. Their patrol was seemingly flawless, always a Wingly looking in a direction at all times. However, nighttime would bring distance and darkness. Syuveil hoped his little friends would help him out and provide enough distraction for him to get in.
Creeping towards the city was the easy part. His dark green clothing was almost invisible as he crawled through the tall grass surrounding the city. But the lights given off by the Wingly patrols illuminated the feild the closer he got, and he was not invisible in the bright light.
Reaching the edge of the dark feild, Syuveil stood and waited for his window. The night patrols were just as he had hoped, nonchalant and tired. Seeming to barely glance at anything, they were sure not to want to do more than required. Unless the supervising patrol flew by, then they were sharp as hawks, but only for the moment.
Waiting for the supervising patrol to pass, Syuveil tossed some mecru seed a couple of spans on either side. The deer will love those, for mecru was hard to find for the forest creatures. Within ten minutes, Syuveils first helper had arrived. A doe, calmly walking towards the seed, simply following her nose. She was closely followed by two more, and more were surely just out of sight.
Syuveil hoped the patrols were as stupid as he thought. And they were. One patrol, a young man with long silver hair, looked and alerted another patrol, a slightly thinner male, of the movement. With the attention on the deer, Syuveil made his move. Moving as fast a possible without disturbing to much grass, he kept his eyes on the pair. Praying that no other patrol decides to glance his direction, Syuveil made good time on his first run. Stopping and lying flat on the ground, he waited for his second window.
The mixture in the bottle he had dropped on his first run was a combination that he would rather not discuss. He did not enjoy what he had to do to get the ingredients, but the effects are worth it. The best comparison he can think of is like putting a fresh baked apple pie in the middle of a starving community. It will send the wild dogs running faster than a flaming hare. The deer will be the first in sight and will fall victim to the dogs unless they run, and straight at the city was the best option.
This took a little longer than he expected, but the rasping barks of dogs were soon heard, and quite a bit more than Syuveil expected. Before long, the best window was more like a door as chaor erupted in the feild. He knew it would draw eyes quick, so he did not hesitate to quickly go through the grass.
As soon he was at the wall, he felt along the old, crumbling sides until he found one of the numerous side doors. They were made to rid the city of traffic, but ended up being easy access for thieves at night time. Luckily the Winglies relied so much on their patrols that they saw no need to watch these doors.
Slipping into the city, Syuveil took a look around. A few guards flew around, and many residents had awoke and flew up to the wall to see the commotion. Saying a little prayer, Syuveil started walking up to the wall. Head revered and walking fast, he reached the wall, looked around, and started walking back. Any Wingly looking would assume he was sent by his Wingly master to report what the uprising had been. Walking through the city, Syuveil made certain he was not being followed before turning down an alley and retreiving his spear he had dropped off.
No sooner than he had touched his spear, he could not move. Its like some sort of rope or chains were binding him, yet he saw nothing. The ringing behind him told immediately where the bonds had come from.
Heart throbbing, voice shaking, he managed to stammer, "C-c-can I help you s-sir?"
"Don't play me human," a coy, ladies voice said, "and don't call me sir either. As soon as I saw your spear I knew it did not belong to a Wingly. Only humans would use such a simple weapon. I just waited for it's bearer to return, and here you are."
The bonds suddenly tightened and lifted simultaneously. Turning towards the Wingly that held him. The floating female starred at him like live bait at the end of a hook.
"Clever though," she continued, "I thought you were a slave as well until you slowed down and picked up your spear." Her smile seemed to slice at his heart, mocking his pitiful hope of finding his family. "You must have been the cause of outside. Escaping is common, but breaking into a city is unheard of. What were you doing?" she said.
While Syuveil had been listening, he noticed movement in the shadows. The Wingly must have seen it, for she looked twice where he had done so. Shining a light, she found nothing. Movement was seen in another place, and once again the Wingly's light revealed nothing.
Trying to make it seem like he had seen nothing, Syuveil answered her question. "I was hoping to find my family. They were taken as slaves and I was in hope of rescuing them." he said as meekly as possible.
Still looking fidgety, the Wingly responded, "I may be able to help you. I remember you dying five years ago for killing a Wingly, but I guess it was your brother. I will take you to the place your family was enslaved." and she added cruely, "Where you can join them of course."
"Take me to them!" he demanded hastily. Whatever the shadow had been, he was sure it was not a Wingly. No matter what, right now it meant it was his ally, and he did not want it to kill this Wingly until he knew where his family was.
Smirking, his capturer lifted him and flew over a couple of buildings and toward what used to be the barracks. Landing, the Wingly walked into the building. The Winglies around did not look twice, seeing him as just another captured human. Walking down some stairs, the Wingly took him through halls and into a great office. A Wingly with actual scars and ragged hair stood behind a nicely polished desk. Looking up, the first look on his cruel face was of suprise, and then of rage.
"Who are you?!" he shouted, "Karin, I thought I killed this boy years ago!"
"Not him Yemarin, his twin brother." his captor responded.
The look Yemarin then gave was of joy. But an evil joy. The look of a man about to tortur a rat, and laugh about it.
"So, I did not kill his entire family after all." Yemarin laughed. "You see this boy?" Yemarin continued, pointing to his scar across his neck, "this was your brother. He almost got me, but I ended up getting him, and your entire family as well for killing one of my men."
Syuveil's breathing stopped. His face started to burn. All this time he had been so sure they would not kill any human they need not to. And this Wingly killed his entire family, just because Feyrbrand had defended them. Syuveil did not feel any sadness for the lost, only hate for the Wingly in front of him.
"I'll take him to the dungeon," Karin broke in, "that way you can think of a good way to finish off the line."
Yemarin nodded and Karin floated him out of the building and down an alley. These two play with humans like cat nip. Syuveil was going to deal with them both, somehow. Especially Yemarin, Syuveil will finish what Feyrbrand started. This time, Yemarin won't live to laugh about it.
