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Threads of Destiny

Chapter 2 : Thrice Warned

(Cameron) The night was filled with an unnatural fog that seemed to creep over everything it could reach. The moon, partially obscured by clouds, gave scant light on the ground below. Cameron was just about to ask how rich Aimee's parents really were, when her voice pulled him short and raised the hairs on his arms.

"Cam! There's something over there behind us!" She yelled in his ear.

Cameron turned slowly around and looked where Aimee was indicating with her tilted head. Halfway down the road a figure cloaked in midnight blue was moving steadily toward the two. The wind blew the bottom of her cloak around viciously, while the mist rolled away from the woman like she was standing in a bubble.

"You need to leave here." The mysterious woman said calmly in a deadpan voice. "You are in grave danger." The woman's face couldn't properly be seen under the hooded cloak she was wearing. Her smile was creeping Cam out, but also seemed oddly familiar.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Cam said as he placed himself in front of Aimee instinctively, then he realized what he was doing and stepped back slightly, giving his friend a sheepish grin.

Aimee returned his smile with a comical one of her own. When she turned to face the cloaked woman again, the smile was gone. The rust colored fur of her tail and ears stood at attention. "What is your purpose here? What danger are you talking about?"

"My purpose? It is the same as what I want." The woman said slowly as she came to a full stop about 5 feet away. "I warn you a second time. Leave this place at once. Return back to your comfortable and safe lives. If you continue along this path, you will be in grave danger."

Cameron just shook his head. "You've neglected to answer who you are." His muscles in his arms and back were getting stiff from being so tensed up.

The hooded woman raised a clean graceful hand and pointed at the iron gate. It's curling and twisting Celtic knotting glinting in the cloudy moonlight. "now that I have told you my name, I must take my leave of you." The woman said while turning her back to them and slowly walking back down the misty road. "Know this and mark my words...I warn you for a third time to turn back or face the consequences of a most terrible and ancient evil."

"Consider them marked." Aimee whispered as she went to her knees beside the SUV, her tail curled around her protectively. The mysterious woman vanished back into the night, swallowed by the fog.

Cameron dropped beside her. "Aimee, I'm going to be honest with you. My creep-out factor is way above normal right now. I'm scared. Deep down, I know that you're not going to listen to that woman's warning are you? I mean, your mothers may be in danger, right?" he confessed.

Aimee was shaking like a leaf along with cam until he mentioned her mums. She shook off the shakes and rose to her feet. "I came here to find my mothers and that is just what I'll do. Are you with me?" She said while reaching her hand down for Cam to grab it. Her ears were cocked to the side of her head, and her tail was straining towards Cam's hand.

"God, she's hot." Cam thought as he took his friend's hand gingerly and a bit shakily, but then warmed up when he felt an electric tingle go over him. He rose with Aimee's help and plastered a fake smile on. "Your friend won't let fear cripple him! Onward, through the gate of fate!"

"we should be careful though. You shouldn't ignore thrice warnings in my experience." Cam thought as they skirted over the roadway and walked under the stone archway.

They entered an area filled with wooden tables upon a green trimmed lawn. On these tables, in every spot imaginable were items of all kinds. There was old antique-like items. An umbrella, a staff, and even an hourglass. The items also included toys of various kinds. Cameron saw a yo-yo, a set of jacks, and a deck of card sitting on one table together. There was even a few weapons scattered about.

Aimee held back and looked over the area slowly, possibly checking for traps.

"Let me guess." Cam said. "Your mothers aren't the type to have a yard sale?" he was halfway to touching an intricate set of metal tessen.

"Nope, privacy. Remember?" Aimee said as she walked slowly past the tables, never letting her eyes fix on one spot for too long. Cameron was just about to touch the fighting fans again when Aimee called back to him. "I'm going to leave your gay butt out here if you don't get a move on!"

"That's smexy bisexual butt to you!" Cameron remarked as he ran to catch up to Aimee. A glint of metal gleamed in Cam's pockets as he and Aimee climbed the wide steps. When they reached the top, a white piece of paper taped to the front door greeted their sight. "Oh, how nice...Someone left a note." Cameron said sarcastically.

Aimee gave him a chilling look, her fangs bared. She pointed a finger at the note. "Look again."

Cameron looked closer at the white note with cursive black lettering.

_ "Hello, I'm sure you want to know what's going on. If you wish to continue into the house, please select one item from the tables below. Sincerely, The Narrator." _ He read aloud.

"Wait? The Narrator? Are you sure that's what it says?!" Aimee exclaims with a wild look in her eye. "My mum used to tell stories of him."

"Apparently she didn't even read the note." Cameron thought as he watched her hasten back down the stairs.

"What's so special about this guy anyway?" He asked while quickly rushing after her. "You don't usually freak out this bad."

Aimee was looking through a table full of stuff when cam caught up to her. Her hands were running over the items, the girl barely glancing at any item before putting her hands on the next one. Her tail twitched with impatience, but her ears were flattened.

"Aimee?" Cam asked concerned.

"Oh, yeah. Um, my mother told me stories about the narrator...he's a powerful multiplanar being that can alter reality and has a penchant for helping travelers. She said his warnings should never be ignored." Aimee said trance-like, her hands never ceasing in their roving of items.

Cameron put his hands on hers and rubbed gently, trying to get her attention. "Aimee, sweetie. Your going to be okay. Here." Cameron placed an item into her hands gently as he carefully removed his. "We're going to get through this, right?"

"Wrong. Cam, there was one thing I left out of the story. Whenever The Narrator appears, death follows." Aimee said as tears began running down her face. Cameron wrapped his arms around her neck and held on, absently rubbing her ears.

He didn't know what good he could do to help. He felt small, compared to the mounting threat before them.

"What could he do against a god?"