And, for some reason, Killian just knew if he did reach out, it would…answer. There was no reason for him to be this confident on the matter, yet still, something deep down inside of him knew that if he wanted to, it was his to control.
Which was ridiculous. Killian was likely just tired and loopy. It wasn't the first time he'd gotten this type of feeling, of knowing he could do something without ever having done it before, and just like he did with those previous times, he was going to ignoreit. Because he was tired, and likely not mentally there enough to know if he was about to be electrocuted or not.
Cyrus wasunsurprised that the electric current parted the second they were within ten feet of it. They were expected, and he doubted Ender had brought them there to be fried…probably.
There was, in Cyrus’ mind, a ten percent chance that he had…
They were both silent as they drove on, his eyes narrowing in the distance as a white semi-oval building appeared. Two people were outside waiting for them, approaching as they pulled to a stop out front.
One was Soren, but the other man, who had to be as tall, or even taller, than Cyrus, was a sight to see. The muscular Cryptid was wearing a blue jumpsuit, and had shockingly bright lime-green hair pulled up into a pony-tail, medium-brown skin, very pierced pointed ears, and purple eyes.
Cyrus’ eyes widened slightly when he got out and caught the tall man’s scent as he neared, instantly recognizing it. The man was a Fate, that he was sure of. He, however, had no clue who he was related to. And when Cyrus looked at his threads, as was normal now, he couldn't see far back enough to even guess, though he did note that there was something…off about the man’s age line.
The threads surrounding people often showed their age, and usually, the more one had, along with the deepness of the glow, the older they were. One particular thread, however, was just about the age of the individual, and looking at that was usually the most accurate way for a Fate to tell.
All signs pointed towards the man being young, given the number of lines, and the deepness of them. Yet, at the same time, the longer he stared at that one glowing line, there were brief moments where he swore it looked as if the other Fate was older than Cyrus, and by many years in fact.
Then again, he was tired, so he could just be seeing shit…in what little he could see. Shaking his head, he let the veil lift as the two men reached them. Looking as tired as they were, quickly and silently, the two helped him and Killian unload.
It was only once they had stepped through the door of the small structure that Soren finally spoke. “Before we get to the underground, I need to explain a few things. One being that Ender doesn't actually know you are here, or that you were even coming for that matter.”
His eyes widened as he looked sharply at the Harpy, snapping, “You can’t be fucking serious!”
“I won't claim to know him well, but I feel even those who know him little would think that would be a bad idea,” Killian drawled with disgust.
The tall man beside the bird remained quiet, as Soren sighed and ushered them into a metal freight elevator, after the Harpy had opened it with a scan of his eye. “Normally, I would agree, but it was necessary this time. I'm not sure what you know about Gorgon pregnancies.”
“I’m not sure about what Killian knows, but as for me, basically nothing.”
The Siren sighed. “The only thing I know is that they have fertility issues.”
“To make it brief, Gorgons during pregnancy have a biological and often hormonal drive to be near the sires of their children. In cases where that isn’t possible, it often leads to mental and physical instability.”
“It would just be faster for you to tell them Ender has lost it and has been rampaging for hours,” the unknown Fate said with a tired laugh, before adding, “Hi, Quill Kepler.”
He frowned at the last name.
“I know you,” Killian mused, before correcting, “Well, I don’tknowyou, but I have heard about you from Seri.”
Quill blinked. “Ah, right, you two work with Severo, so you would know him. How are he and Skya doing?”
Neither of them got a chance to answer due to the doors of the lift opening, followed by Soren hurrying them and their things out of it. Nothing seemed wrong at first, only the tense faces of the people they passed telling them otherwise. Until they reached an area that looked like an old-fashioned house, with wooden floors, and wallpapered walls with wooden trim.
Past the rustic double doors came the noise. Even if it was very muted and barely detectable, it was the same one he’d heard in the background of the call with Soren. Now that he thought about it, the sound was very similar to the one the giant fucking snake made months back, even if less intense.
The Harpy led them all the way down the hall, to the left of the entrance, where it opened up into a room.
The room had the same wooden floors as the foyer and hallway, and three of the four walls continued using the green flower wallpaper, but the last wall, the far one, was made up of what appeared to be black glass. On that wall, there were also two double silver doors, with a security panel next to them.
Pausing before the doors, Soren said, “The only warning I can give you is, no sudden movements, and don’t touch his chickens. No matter what, he is going to lose it further when he spots you two, so…good luck.” With that said, the man opened the doors and they walked in.
With Killian right next to him, Cyrus came to a stop only a few feet past the doors, his eyes growing wider than before as he took in the room.
Moving past the fact that there was literally a slice of the world above plopped down underneath the ground was easy when there was a chaotic, rampaging Gorgon slithering around, with at least twenty chickens of all different breeds and colors trailing after him, and one very much on his head.
Ender, in full Gorgon form, seemed to be making loops over the grass from one stone statue to the next. At each statue, the Gorgon would prod and poke suspiciously at them, before angrily waving his hand their way, causing some of the chickens to peck and attack them.
Twelve in total, each stone person was frozen in either a shocked or fearful pose, their faces stretched and stuck mid-scream or yell. All depictions made little to no sense in the serene location they were currently placed in. But then, it didn’t take longer than a look for Cyrus to realize the statues were in fact people that the Gorgon had turned to stone when he’d lost it.
