Sabre and Priss
A light filled the void and she surveyed unblinkingly.
"And there was light. Now..."
She threw her head back, riding the pain as she grappled with the fabric of dimensions. It screamed at her, a shrill sound that echoed through her mind. And there was Light.
~*~*~*~
Priss sat bolt upright in bed, sweat falling from her face as she gasped. Impossible. No one had ever attempted that and lived. Impossible.
Yet it had been done.
~*~*~*~
Sabre roared out of sleep, claws scything around in a defensive maneuver. Priss appeared in his bed chamber and looked at him.
"We have to go."
"Aye."
Sabre dressed, shrugging on clothes and grabbing weapons he had prepared from a warning in a dream several nights ago. He slung a broadsword across his back, knives in his boots, hidden in his sleeves, light crossbow at his hip, and the array of weaponry that made its way into concealment beneath his clothing was quite astounding. For anyone not closely acquantitated with magic. Priss was already armed.
She looked sad for a moment, thinking of Ruper. Sabre placed a hand on her arm.
"Leave him. We were never meant to love mortals nor to be closely intwined with their lives. We are Wanderers in the night, no fixed name or home. We travel as the whim takes us or as we see fit. You must leave him behind, as I must leave my children to be as they see fit. I own no part of them, nor they have claim on me."
"I know..."
Tears glimmered in Priss's eyes, and then she wiped them away. When she looked back up again, her eyes were as remote and coldly magnificent as the stars. Inhuman without emotion or care, or weak mortal attachment. Sabre's were much the same. If it came down to their duty or killing those they once held dear, their duty would be obeyed without a thought. Human, they were not and never pretended to be.
"Let us go."
They disappeared without another thought for those they left behind them.