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- Sian

Rowan imagined himself running through the room and smashing the fish tank to a million sharp shards of glass. His spine, from his neck down, tingled with shock. Kaerius was at the back of the room curled in a fish tank no bigger than a metre high and a metre wide. His arms, covered in slashes and purple Thalassic Mortal blood, hung over the sides of the tank. His head rested against his arm and blood dripped to the floor from a gash on his head. Kaerius' left eye was puffed and bruised. Purple blood streamed from his nose.

Rowan shuffled closer, noticing Kaerius' bruised chest. His eyes travelled over his beautiful turquoise tail that was forced to bend tightly around him. Shiny scales were scattered all over the marble floor. Rowan bent down and picked one up. Purple Thalassic Mortal blood coated the end. Had Kaerius been cut with his own scales?

"He's not dead yet," Wez said. "We've asked him why he had legs, but so far, the only thing he's said is stupid land Mortal."

Rowan dropped the scale, and the noise of it hitting the hard floor seemed to ring louder than any other noise. He stared at Kaerius with a throbbing heart. Kaerius was obviously in unbearable pain, and he could have told them he had bonded to Rowan, but Kaerius said nothing. He kept it a secret. Somehow, Rowan knew it was because Kaerius didn't want him to suffer too.

"Do you know why he had legs?" Rowan asked carefully. His eyes never flicked from Kaerius. The clogs were turning in his mind. Rowan was planning his attack.

"Some think he's cursed. Some think he's a hybrid of a human and a sea creature. Skai, out there who was sharpening her sword, she thinks he's a Royal and bonded to a human, which would explain the legs."

The word bond awoke his own bond. His soul wailed for Kaerius. "Bond?" Rowan repeated. He could feel Wez looking at him. Wez knew Rowan was tense. He was too enraged to keep the fury out of his eyes.

"You know, the bonding of the souls, creating eternal love between two people. It sounds nice, but you'd have to be a damn unfortunate human to be bonded to a Thalassic Mortal."

Rowan made a low noise in his throat. It almost sounded like a growl. "Royals don't exist."

"Don't they? Mandy and I think they fled."

"Why?" Rowan took his bag off his shoulders and placed it in front of his feet. He had brought weapons, and he was going to use them.

"I thought you would know the tales, but then again," Wez hushed his voice and looked around. "I know you've never been interested in this world. Mandy made me tell stories about how you've slain every supernatural creature in horrific ways, just to big you up a bit," Wez chuckled, and Rowan looked far from amused. Wez noticed his hands clenching and unclenching. Rowan stood tall and stiff like he was holding himself back from sprinting a hundred miles. Wez tilted his head. His eyes narrowed. "Why are you really here, Rowan Solar?"

Rowan's time had come. "Well," he said with a casual tone that didn't match the hardness of his features. He bent down and rummaged through his bag. Rowan pulled out a metal bar about 10 inches long. He placed his fingers in the grooves and started walking through the room.

As Rowan neared the fish tank, Kaerius opened his eye that wasn't swollen and bruised. He tilted his head and for a moment, thought an angel had come to save him. Kaerius had been begging the Goddess to help him. The closer the angel got, the more Kaerius recognised his face. "Rowan," he whispered and reached out a trembling hand.

Rowan stood close enough for Kaerius' hand to wrap around his bicep.

"Rowan! He'll poison you!" Wez yelled, and the other hunters all turned to look.

Rowan faced them. Now that he shared that physical contact, he could tell just how scared Kaerius really was. He felt him shaking, he felt his panic, and he felt his pain.

"He won't," Rowan said and lifted a hand to Kaerius' head. He moved the black hair that stuck to his forehead out of his wound. "Do you know why he won't?" Rowan looked back to Wez, and his perplexed expression pleased him. "Because this is my Kaerius, the bravest sea creature I know."

The hunters around them watched in horror as Rowan bent down and planted a soft kiss against the sea creature's temple. "Hang in there," Rowan whispered, brushing his lips against Kaerius' ear. "This will all be over soon."

Rowan clicked a button on his metal stick, and two long poles shot out either end of it. The hunters jumped at the movement. Rowan then stepped in front of Kaerius, letting his webbed hand fall back down. "You kidnapped my soulmate," Rowan said, pointing the long stick at the hunters watching him. "And I'm here to get him back."

Wez had backed away, while other hunters stepped closer. "Rowan," Wez breathed, "tell me this is a joke."

"The only joke around here is this base. Let me take Kaerius, and nobody gets hurt."

The atmosphere was tense until a woman laughed. She stepped through the hunters, gleaming at Rowan like he had said something hilarious. "You're no hunter. We know Mandy has lied about you. Rowan Solar, son of a great hunter who nearly died on his first hunt."

Rowan's grip tightened on his weapon. He felt Kaerius' fingers reaching for him and touching his back. He couldn't wait to wrap him in his arms and take him far away from any danger. Now, he had to eliminate the danger.

"I'm taking Kaerius home. Nobody stops me."

Kaerius was reaching for Rowan because he was scared for him. Surely, he couldn't fight off all the hunters. There were too many.

"That arrogant attitude won't get you far," the hunter said, pulling out a pocketknife.

"Wait!" a guy blurted, grabbing her elbow. "That's Mandy's kid. You can't. She'll go after you."

"Are you kidding? I bet she doesn't know about what her son is doing with a Thalassic Mortal. If she knew, it would be her standing in my place."

Rowan knew it was true, which made his rage burn with flames as high as a house. "Fight me or move. Either way, I'm leaving with my soulmate." Rowan stepped closer. He knew disgust when he saw it. The hunters would always hunt the things that scared them, so Rowan made the first move.

His right foot lunged forwards, quickly and silently. His weapon whipped through the air fast enough to make a whistle. The pointed end slapped hard against the hunter's hand and her pocketknife flew from her grip and landed blade first into a wooden beam.

She stared at her blade and decided to run to it. Rowan lifted his weapon and crashed it against the back of her legs. She tripped, and he swung it above his head and smashed it into her neck. As soon as she was on her stomach, the other hunters were on him like provoked snakes.

I've learnt from the best. I am the best, Rowan thought, remembering his years of training. He might not be a hunter, but he had excelled in self-defence.

As knives and fists lunged his way, Rowan stepped silently on his toes, swinging his weapon around, hitting weak areas hard enough to give him time to hit someone else. He felt Kaerius' eyes on him, which only spurred him on more.

Rowan twisted his pole fast, knocking two blades to the floor. He warped around, and so did his weapon. Rowan extended his arm; the pole slammed straight into a man's ribs. As Rowan pulled it back, he struck someone behind him hard enough for them to fall on their back.

Everyone around him grunted and snarled like animals. Rowan was quiet, using their noises to pick his next target. His father had once told him that once a weapon was in your grip, you were the weapon too. Rowan's footing, the swift flicks of his arms, the turn of his head, every breath, every glance, every noise, all of it had to move as one if he were to be the fighter they thought he wasn't.

As he knocked down more and more hunters, he had started to listen with care. The lights were dim, and the hunters favoured dull colours to blend into the night's darkness. He heard slashes and feet scuffing and insults and yells.

Rowan jabbed a hunter in the ribs, and when he was on one knee, he saw the flash of a blade move fast by his shoulder. It sliced through his t-shirt. The white material stained red, but that didn't slow him down. Hunter, after hunter challenged him and failed. Rowan was too quick, too strong, and too skilled for them. Still, they kept coming for more.

The woman whom Rowan had first knocked down, now had the same weapon as him. She slammed into him, and he fell back against the fish tank, hard enough to make him check if he had cracked it. Rowan clocked Kaerius' purple eye, watching, tired and fearful.

"End her," Kaerius mumbled.

Rowan got back up, and the hunters made a half-moon around him, the hunter, and the fish tank. Just keep breathing, Rowan thought to himself. Keep breathing. His breath was heavy yet controlled. He felt bruises forming all over him from the odd elbow to the ribs or kick to the shin. Even with blood dribbling down his arm, Rowan looked unharmed compared to the hunters who had stood in his way. Seven lay on the floor, unconscious. Many had backed away, holding their heads, broken arms, broken legs and broken noses.

"This can end now if you just let us leave," Rowan breathed.

The hunter was stubborn and wouldn't let an eighteen-year-old boy beat her in battle. "Not gonna happen," she muttered and swung her weapon. Rowan was quick and his collided with hers, locking them into place. She pushed against him until Rowan twisted left and his sudden release almost made her trip forwards. She swung her weapon down, and Rowan jumped out of the way. The pole rung loud against the marble floor.

Rowan swung his weapon, but she was too quick, and they collided again. The woman yelled with frustration as she retreated, so she had room to swing again.

Rowan was silent, and his face was as still as a cat, watching anything that moved. The hunter roared and quickly oscillated her pole low to the ground, hoping to break Rowan's ankles. He jumped over it, and his pole ploughed into her ear, knocking her off her feet instead.

He edged forward and smashed her in the ribs. She curled up in a ball, and he struck her again, and again, and again until she cried out in pain.

When the hunter was nothing more than a whimpering mess on the ground, Rowan stood tall and pointed the edge of his pole at those who watched. "Anyone else?" he yelled, out of breath and sore.

The hunters created more distance between them and Rowan. They were wrong to challenge a Solar.

"No? Good." Rowan dropped his weapon to the ground and retreated to Kaerius' side. The sea creature studied him with admiration. He didn't think Rowan was capable. Kaerius would never underestimate him again. The human was full of surprises, and Kaerius would be a fool to think the surprises were over.

"I have never been more attracted to you," Kaerius thought. The expression Rowan gave him was a sign that he could hear his thoughts once more. Kaerius was glad. He had a lot to say and gushing about Rowan's fighting skills was just the beginning.