New enemy

"Okay would you like hold up for one second," I said standing from the bed away from the strange boy.

"Why, is something the matter?" he asked with worry.

"Uh yeah..." I cried pacing around the room. "I am married?"

"Well... yes you are or shall I say 'were'," he said deep in thoughts.

"I am really confused. I am sixteen there's no way I'm married..."

"Reya..." he called standing from the bed to hold me steady. " I don't know if the others have briefed you on everything but you are not sixteen. You are more than ten thousand years old. You might look like a sixteen year old yet you've lived more than most demigods and that's saying something. Are you trying to tell me that of all the years you've lived on this earth, you hadn't considered getting married?"

"I mean..." I gushed, striding to a window to look out. "I just got here, you don't spring that up on people about them being married when they're still getting to the terms of their new life. That's weird."

"Oh, I'm sorry," apologized the boy in a low tone. "I've missed you so much that's all. Of all the years I've spent on this earth this is the hardest because I spent it without you."

"Are you a Primordial like me?"

"No I'm not."

"A pioneer then."

"I'm not a vampire Reya," he chuckled joining me at the window.

"How old are you?"

"Human years or Immortal years?"

"Both."

"I'm seventeen in human years and around four thousand in immortal years."

"But you said you were not a vampire? Are you a demigod or a god?"

"I am none of those."

"If you're not a vampire, how are you immortal?"

The boy sighed leaning over the window with a mysterious look on his face, "It's a very... long... story..."

"He's a dark mage with the power to use dead souls to add years to his years," a voice blurted from the door. "He steals years off dead people when they were alive. That's how he's been alive."

A tall man stood by the door, his hands folded over his chest. He had a scowl on his face with scars to show he's been in so many deadly battles.

"Awwwww, come on Gor!" Aaron exclaimed standing with a start. "You've ruined my mysterious aura with your straightforwardness."

"Ramul is back," the man continues without breaking character.

"And that's supposed to be news?" Aaron retorts, laying back to the window.

"He's injured, my guess an enchanted weapon."

That seemed to get the dark mages attention for he frowns in grave seriousness, "Emergency meeting?"

"Five minutes from now."

"We'll be there," he finalized, dismissing the man who closes the door in line with his disappearance.

"Is something wrong?" I sensed as the mage begins to pace around the room.

"I'm sure you've been told who the Primordials are and how tough they are to kill," he reminds me to which I agree. "Then you should know that it's damn near impossible to kill one of those creatures."

"But I was told one of the Primordials died in battle."

"That is true, but it was due to a war between all the creatures on Earth against the gods of creation. You'll understand when your memories return, but for now know that it is impossible to kill a Primordial."

"What about the Vladian swords..."

"With enchantments?" he completed receiving a silent nod from me. "It hasn't been proven yet, moreover there are only four wielders of such power and while two of them are our allies, the other two no longer have possession of their swords."

"Can't they just make more swords and pass on the power somehow?"

"It's easier said than done. The power they possess cannot be passed down. Vladians with such abilities are so rare they sometimes appear once in every generation," he explained. "As for their sword, it is created from their life force making it as indestructible as the wielders will. You cannot break a Vladians spirit, so there's no need to try."

The room temperature started to drop as I felt some kind of chill get into my skin.

"For Ramul to have been injured, the only explanation is the Vladian sword. If that was to be the case it means there's a fifth wielder who has enough power to harm a Primordial and we have no idea who the warrior is."

A bell rung through the entire field causing me to look out of the window. Everyone had dropped their weapons upon the bells chime, abandoning whatever they had been doing while heading into the castle in unison.

The door flung open with a horrified Umbra snapping at us, "Love time's over, we need to go now!"

Aaron jumped to his feet, grabbing my hand as we joined Umbra and the sea of people who were leaving their rooms for the Castle hall beneath the fortress.

Maybe this time I'd actually understand what is going on in this mythical world.