Rings of Light

He said it so easily. Like he had just been telling them, I will make you one, meaning I will make you a cake, rather than then I will make you one, you, being Violet and one referring to a lawless thief – except that Myquel, with rather not unintimidating brawns peeking from beneath his vest, did not look like he cooked much.

“What?” Violet and Davyd exclaimed at the same time. They gawked at Myquel as if he had gone insane.

“Let me repeat this,” Myquel said slowly, “That barrier only lets Dark Ravagers through. If it let you through, you are going to become a thief.”

“A thief!” Violet repeated indignantly.

“Yes,” Myquel said calmly. “You know--a thief...a bandit, one who steals.”

“I know,” Violet retorted, annoyed. “I know what a thief is, I do not need a definition!”

“No.” Davyd snapped. He abandoned the door and walked over. “No, no, no! She don’t know what a thief is,” he complained. “And she’s got no clue what a Dark Ravager is.” Davyd was in Myquel’s face as he had grabbed his friend by the collar fiercely. “Myquel, ‘ave you gone completely insane?”

Myquel glared back at him with his icy dark blue eyes, and Davyd immediately released his clothing. “I know what I’m saying,” he stated quietly. “I assure you both that I do.” He glanced back and forth between Davyd and Violet.

The girl was getting nervous. “Well I-I do not know what you are saying,” she stammered.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” Myquel yelled, loosing patience, with an aggravated look on his face.

“You do not,” Violet replied, annoyed. “Stop yelling! Dear god. Well, my answer to your offer is no.” Violet was the daughter of Sir Luuc de Noitier, the most powerful man in Hyde! She was a lady. Violet would never degrade herself to a mere thief.

Myquel stared at her, bewildered. “It wasn’t an offer,” Myquel told Violet. Violet’s uncomfortable return gaze made Myquel realize that he was really frightening the girl. In his mind he cleared his thoughts and lightened the presence of his powerful aura. “I’m sorry, I should explain myself,” he said in a kinder voice. Violet recognized it as the voice he had used with her when she first him. The voice that made her want to melt. With just one little smile from his gorgeous face, that voice could probably get her to do anything.

“My name is Myquel, I am the leader of Dark Ravagers, also known as the Azure Wolf.”

“What?” Violet shrieked, having heard the violent rumors about the notorious leader. Killing babies, slaughtering princess, not letting anything come between him and the precious objects of his pray. He always got what he wanted to steal. “My lord, please protect me.” Violet said, crossing herself.

“Relax!” Davyd told her. “He won’t ‘urt you.”

“But- I have heard-“ Violet started to say.

“Will you let me continue?” Myquel barked. Immediately, Violet quieted. In a nicer voice, Myquel continued, “The Dark Ravagers are, if you didn’t already know, a very exclusive group of thieves. We have a clan in every nation on Vria. You are in that of the Alablasi clan. There are many thieves and their families living here.” Myquel’s eyes softened as he mentioned the families. It was barely noticeable, but Violet caught it. She lost control of her own violet eyes as they glued themselves to his amazingly light blue ones. As the thief continued, every soft word he said echoed in Violet’s mind like forceful electrons cascading against each other within the boundaries of an atom. She could not help being mesmerized by him. “Even little children. We’re not all bad people, here, miss, I assure you. No one would try to kill you - unless you tried to kill them first. The barrier around this Dark Ravager camp is very important. It protects us. Without it, we’d be done. The king would find and slaughter us all. That’s why only our family members and us thieves are supposed to pass through it. So, I don’t know why you were able to follow us inside, but since you were, I can’t let you go.”