Princess and the Pea Chapter 33

Chapter 33:
Deep dark into the witches’ territory on the other side of the valley, someone was hunting. He sharpened his senses accordingly to see through the dark mist that was swirling around. He chuckled sarcastically. “Helen,” he muttered. “Always gonna keep Destin around, eh?”
He walked past Helen’s fortress and continued on, pondering to himself. “Helen’s not here, is she?” He asked out loud, more to himself than to the mist that was following him. “So why are you still guarding?”
The black mist settled down and formed into the shape of a short, sturdy man. He had razor sharp hair, a dark complexion, and dark green eyes that saw right through you. But he wasn’t solid. His silhouette moved with the wind, and he seemed more like an image than a person. “Humph,” he said, and his voice was deep and reverent. “Helen might come back any moment, and I don’t want to be caught off duty.”
The hunter laughed. “Then why did you follow me, brother?” He looked very much like Destin, but he was only human.
“And might I ask you why you are here then.” Destin’s eyes narrowed as he changed back into the swirling dark mist. He hovered above his brother’s head.
“Oh, I just wanted to come to thank Helen for destroying my life.” The hunter began to walk away.
“It wasn’t Helen’s fault that Father died,” Destin said. “And thanks to her ancestors, we have lived for so long without passing away. You should be thankful.”
“Thankful? I wish I was dead. It would be better than watching my own younger brother fall into the hands of that…” He shook his head and sighed. Then he looked up and stared into the mist.
“Well, you have fun then. Go serve that witch. I’ll be leaving now.”
“Where are you going?” Destin bellowed. His voice surrounded the hunter, and the dark mist spun around him and blocked his exit. The hunter stared up at it depreciatingly, and simply ushered it away.
“None of your business,” he said, and turned around. His hand clenched into a fist. They will all pay, he told himself. Helen, the witches…Everyone. One day I’ll get back at them. And then they’ll learn…

-Vociferously yours, Vicky.