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The Bindings of the World
The Winged Child
Chapter 2: Tangled Web

By Kellendraysia

Continued from BOTW:WC Chapter 2: PTI

Saedira cried out in shock and pain as the Wheyv was so viciously severed from her grasp. Three pairs of hands came up to shield her faces as she turned away from the cradle as began to unweave itself. Each thread blackened and shriveled upon itself, many lifeless strands still clung to her fingers.

Rath’khan looked at the dieing web in shock and confusion, he could not feel or see what the Wheyver did in the last few moments before the cradle’s collapse.

“Saedira,” The Master spoke, there was a touch of concern in that hollowed voice “Are you alright my dear?”

Slowly she lowered her hands and slumped back into her own coils wearily as she nodded all three heads in response to the Demon King.

“The web has been severed,” Saedira said softly, “And soon too the Shivis’s magic.”

“How?!” Rath’khan spat, before his Master could respond to the Wheyver. “The spell is strong…”

Saedira’s middle form held up a hand to silence the fuming Lieutenant before he could finish his statement, before the Master responded as she could sense his anger roll down the steps at the interruption from his subordinate, even the Vargyth shifted and the Ard’nthdysuul hastily moved a few steps away from the Overlord’s throne. It was never smart to interrupt the Demon Lord, even if the same questions were being asked by another.

“A Shatter Demon,” Saedira stated as she began to uncoil slowly and she looked up at Vargyth and her Master. “I grow weary My Lord, I wish to rest.”

The Dark Lord nodded and motioned to Arlys and the young demon moved down the stairs to escort Saedira back to her chambers within the castle. He was a bit relieved to be free of the room as he too could sense his Master’s agitation but the look on Rath’khan’s face the Shivis did as well. He would tend to Saedira as long as she wished before retiring to his own, he dare not return to the Throne Room.

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“What is that?” Keagan asked as he watched his sister stare at the brightly glowing fibers as they withered and died in the Shatter Demon’s grasp.

“A Wheyver’s spell,” Erasimus replied smoothly as he dropped the blackened mass onto the stone floor next to the bed.

“Is Coldfire going to be alright Erasimus?” Kinkara asked softly as she held the youth gently as if he were but a small child, his head resting gently against her shoulder, “Given everything that has happened.”

She fell silent, one hand idly stroked Coldfire’s chocolate locks as she thought about the white haired youth that she saw, as if he were a dream, though she could not get the image of that soft smile out of her head even as she shook it.

Erasimus reached out and took one of Coldfire’s wings gently in his hands, to study the spell that bound them. He was silent a few moments before he responded. “He will be fine the danger has apparently passed with the removal of the Wheyver’s spell. A very powerful Overlord is on a hunt for this one and he must not be able to reach you’re young friend, the results could be disasterous if he falls under that one’s control.”

The Shatter Demon did not speak the Demon Lord’s name, though he knew who he was, he recognized Saedira in the brief vision he had through the backlash of the collapsing Wheyv.

“What of the spell that binds his wings?” Keagan asked as he listened intently to his friend.

“It will not take long to break, the collapse of the Wheyv has weakened its hold,” Erasimus replied and with in a few moments of study and spoken incantation the bonds shimmered and released letting the youth’s wings unfurl, “His wings will need some tending.”

Both siblings nodded in response to Erasimus statement about Coldfire’s wings and the pair gently laid the youth back down upon the bed. Keagan moved away to find salves and bit of binding cloth while Kinkara brushed away the loose feathers, her hands trembled with each black feather she knocked off the bed, and she gently covered the Coldfire with a few soft blankets. The Shatter Demon stayed and helped around the camp till Kinkara was satisfied that Coldfire would be safe and was resting soundly.

“Thank you for everything,” Kinkara said softly to Erasimus as he turned to leave.

“Your welcome,” Erasimus replied with a slight dip of his head and added just before fading into the shadows of his own realm, “Send for me when Ashitaka returns, I would like to speak with him.”

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Sister,” the dark haired voice to the left spoke to the middle figure of Saedira form. “What does this mean?”

She shook her head sending cascades of thick red locks to sway which drew the gaze of her obsidian haired sister to her right as she moved through the lavish room filled with large elegant pillows and draping translucent cloth.

“I do not know, Ra,” the crimson haired woman replied as she slithered into a large pool shrouded by black, crimson, and gold drapery, the warm waters soothed her skin and scales alike.

“You must feel something is amiss Sister,” the dark haired sister to the right spoke as she pulled a pair of vials off the shelf about the large elegant round pool.

The crimson haired one nodded before speaking softly, “I fear Dei.”

“What could you fear, Sae,” Ra asked as she helped her sister sprinkled the contents of each vial into the pool.

Though Wheyver is one being and they share a collective mind, each form of the Wheyver does harbor to a certain extent their own separate hopes, thoughts, and fears that are readily made know to his or her fellow brothers or sisters. This tends to breed one dominate persona of the three joined forms. A Wheyver’s name is usually derived from three that represent each persona of the Wheyver itself.

The crimson haired woman remained silent for quite some time before responding to her sisters, in one cryptic statement

“What is yet to come...”

Description
The Bindings of the World
The Winged Child
Chapter 2: Tangled Web

By Kellendraysia

Continued from BOTW:WC Chapter 2: PTI

Saedira cried out in shock and pain as the Wheyv was so viciously severed from her grasp. Three pairs of hands came up to shield her faces as she turned away from the cradle as began to unweave itself. Each thread blackened and shriveled upon itself, many lifeless strands still clung to her fingers.

Rath’khan looked at the dieing web in shock and confusion, he could not feel or see what the Wheyver did in the last few moments before the cradle’s collapse.

“Saedira,” The Master spoke, there was a touch of concern in that hollowed voice “Are you alright my dear?”

Slowly she lowered her hands and slumped back into her own coils wearily as she nodded all three heads in response to the Demon King.

“The web has been severed,” Saedira said softly, “And soon too the Shivis’s magic.”

“How?!” Rath’khan spat, before his Master could respond to the Wheyver. “The spell is strong…”

Saedira’s middle form held up a hand to silence the fuming Lieutenant before he could finish his statement, before the Master responded as she could sense his anger roll down the steps at the interruption from his subordinate, even the Vargyth shifted and the Ard’nthdysuul hastily moved a few steps away from the Overlord’s throne. It was never smart to interrupt the Demon Lord, even if the same questions were being asked by another.

“A Shatter Demon,” Saedira stated as she began to uncoil slowly and she looked up at Vargyth and her Master. “I grow weary My Lord, I wish to rest.”

The Dark Lord nodded and motioned to Arlys and the young demon moved down the stairs to escort Saedira back to her chambers within the castle. He was a bit relieved to be free of the room as he too could sense his Master’s agitation but the look on Rath’khan’s face the Shivis did as well. He would tend to Saedira as long as she wished before retiring to his own, he dare not return to the Throne Room.

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“What is that?” Keagan asked as he watched his sister stare at the brightly glowing fibers as they withered and died in the Shatter Demon’s grasp.

“A Wheyver’s spell,” Erasimus replied smoothly as he dropped the blackened mass onto the stone floor next to the bed.

“Is Coldfire going to be alright Erasimus?” Kinkara asked softly as she held the youth gently as if he were but a small child, his head resting gently against her shoulder, “Given everything that has happened.”

She fell silent, one hand idly stroked Coldfire’s chocolate locks as she thought about the white haired youth that she saw, as if he were a dream, though she could not get the image of that soft smile out of her head even as she shook it.

Erasimus reached out and took one of Coldfire’s wings gently in his hands, to study the spell that bound them. He was silent a few moments before he responded. “He will be fine the danger has apparently passed with the removal of the Wheyver’s spell. A very powerful Overlord is on a hunt for this one and he must not be able to reach you’re young friend, the results could be disasterous if he falls under that one’s control.”

The Shatter Demon did not speak the Demon Lord’s name, though he knew who he was, he recognized Saedira in the brief vision he had through the backlash of the collapsing Wheyv.

“What of the spell that binds his wings?” Keagan asked as he listened intently to his friend.

“It will not take long to break, the collapse of the Wheyv has weakened its hold,” Erasimus replied and with in a few moments of study and spoken incantation the bonds shimmered and released letting the youth’s wings unfurl, “His wings will need some tending.”

Both siblings nodded in response to Erasimus statement about Coldfire’s wings and the pair gently laid the youth back down upon the bed. Keagan moved away to find salves and bit of binding cloth while Kinkara brushed away the loose feathers, her hands trembled with each black feather she knocked off the bed, and she gently covered the Coldfire with a few soft blankets. The Shatter Demon stayed and helped around the camp till Kinkara was satisfied that Coldfire would be safe and was resting soundly.

“Thank you for everything,” Kinkara said softly to Erasimus as he turned to leave.

“Your welcome,” Erasimus replied with a slight dip of his head and added just before fading into the shadows of his own realm, “Send for me when Ashitaka returns, I would like to speak with him.”

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Sister,” the dark haired voice to the left spoke to the middle figure of Saedira form. “What does this mean?”

She shook her head sending cascades of thick red locks to sway which drew the gaze of her obsidian haired sister to her right as she moved through the lavish room filled with large elegant pillows and draping translucent cloth.

“I do not know, Ra,” the crimson haired woman replied as she slithered into a large pool shrouded by black, crimson, and gold drapery, the warm waters soothed her skin and scales alike.

“You must feel something is amiss Sister,” the dark haired sister to the right spoke as she pulled a pair of vials off the shelf about the large elegant round pool.

The crimson haired one nodded before speaking softly, “I fear Dei.”

“What could you fear, Sae,” Ra asked as she helped her sister sprinkled the contents of each vial into the pool.

Though Wheyver is one being and they share a collective mind, each form of the Wheyver does harbor to a certain extent their own separate hopes, thoughts, and fears that are readily made know to his or her fellow brothers or sisters. This tends to breed one dominate persona of the three joined forms. A Wheyver’s name is usually derived from three that represent each persona of the Wheyver itself.

The crimson haired woman remained silent for quite some time before responding to her sisters, in one cryptic statement

“What is yet to come...”