"Well, it all started when I was just a little kid..." Valenstar started, as if telling a story to children. "You see, Urysus --" He stopped suddenly. "Why should I tell you people! It's none of your business what my past is like!" Valenstar jumped to his feet and stormed across the campsite to sit alone.
It seemed strange that Valenstar was so reluctant to share his past with us. What could he be hiding? He was a very strange individual. He got those fits all the time and then proceeded to become reclusive for several days. What were those fits? Were they like mine? And if they were, what was he seeing that terrified him so much? My train of thought was broken when I felt something tugging at me. I looked down and realised Brena was trying to wrestle my, mostly full, bowl from my hand. I released it and she went off away from the group to wash the dishes. Lyra poked me playfully in the side before snuggling up next to me. I smiled down at her and hugged her close. It felt right to have her by my side.
“What were you thinking about?” She asked quietly, squeezing me tightly.
“Oh nothing really, I just think it’s strange that Valenstar won’t talk about his past. I think he’s afraid to think about it” I replied just as quietly to avoid alerting Valenstar to our conversation.
“Why do you think he’s afraid?”
“He deflects all our questions, and he gets nervous if we try to force the issue. I just think it’s strange, that’s all”
“But most of the group know nothing about your past. What’s the difference between you two?”
“I have no problem talking about my past, all they have to do is ask and I will tell them what they want to know. Valenstar on the other hand does everything he can to avoid answering the questions, or at least sensible answers”
Our conversation was ended as Brena burst back into the clearing looking a bit dishevelled and confused.
"What took you so long?" Destran asked her concerned.
"I...wandered a little far and got lost." She said quickly. She looked up and I followed her gaze. It was Valenstar. He was having another fit. When the fit passed he got to his feet and rushed over to Brena.
"Banana! Guess what I just realized! I like stew! I had no idea before!" He cried, a huge smile on his face. Despite the smile it was clear that he was shaken. It was time somebody confronted him about those fits. I told Lyra to stay there and got to my feet. I walked over to Valenstar and whispered;
“I’d like a word in private”
“We would all like things that we can’t have” He replied childishly, but I was in no mood for games.
“I was only being polite by asking” I growled menacingly at him while the tattoos on my hands started to glow lightly. He realised I wasn’t messing and pushed past me and walked out of the clearing. I looked back to Lyra who was getting to her feet with a quizzical look on her face but I just shook my head and left the clearing following Valenstar.
We walked until we were well away from the group, with no chance that they would overhear our conversation. Valenstar stopped and turned to face me expectantly.
“What did you see?” I asked bluntly.
“I don’t know what you mean” He replied, a little too quickly which belied his nerves and apprehension.
“I think you do Valenstar. Do try to play stupid. I know you’re not”
“Well that’s more than I could say for you Idiot” He remarked smartly.
“Just answer my question!” I was getting angry now.
“I told you already, I don’t know what you’re talking about”
“Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be Valenstar. Answer my question and we can go back to the group. I won’t tell them what you saw if you don’t want to, but this has been going on too long. We need to know what you’re seeing in your fits” He expression didn’t change but his eyes flickered slightly.
“I don’t have visions in my fits like you. They are just fits.”
“DON’T YOU DARE LIE TO ME” I roared at him, my tattoos glowing brightly now.
“What are you going to do? Kill me?” He laughed.
“No, I know there’s no point in trying. You can’t be killed. But that doesn’t mean you can’t feel pain, and I know how to inflict pain” His face paled slightly before he could control it.
“You wouldn’t, not even that.. You couldn’t hurt me. You wouldn’t be able to lay a hand on me” He smirked confidently.
My tattoos burned brighter and I began to chant in the Ancient Language. The end of my chant was greeted by an inhuman screech, one that held more than pain, but also hatred. The troubling thing was that this sound had not come from Valenstar. It came from behind him.
“You really need to learn how to aim those spells” He scolded me as we waited to see what would appear from the darkness.