his head. “Did I do well, Master?” he asked in a reverent tone.
The form of Nathan shimmered and grew to that of a man. His shoulders became broader, his hips narrower. He was ripped, but lithe, wiry, yet strong. A mustache, beard and longer hair appeared on him, when only moments ago a youthful countenance existed. His voice also changed to a deeper resonance.
“You did very well, Axiso, my pet. Retire to your room. I shall meet you in a bit.”
Coyote waited until the Rougarou left before heading to his office. There were a number of items he needed to prepare in order to train Trinity appropriately in finding the remnants of the Gem of Avarice.
Chapter 6
It had been weeks when Clarissa finally returned wearily to the house and headed up to her room. She wanted to check on Zenthus but she desperately needed a shower and some fresh clothes. After the first few days, Mel, Logan and Clarissa had decided to split up to cover more ground. Maurepas was a gloomy area and, even though there was sunlight, there was such a dense covering of cypress trees and vines it cast a gloom everywhere.
She searched for her daughter, questioned every beast she could find in the swampland. Clarissa ignored the stings of the bugs which constantly attacked her as she turned over every rock and stone in hopes of finding some inkling of where Trinity had been taken. She didn’t care how ruthless she was. Didn’t care she was creating a terror in her own right, with the wake of broken Rougarous she’d left behind in her quest.
Clarissa may not have had the ability to go to the human world but she was able to go to other realms, and her powers still worked. She may be older, but she continued to train, first with Mel, then in preparation for Logan to protect himself. She had just started to train Trinity. Clarissa berated herself for not starting general protection moves with her daughter sooner. It might have helped. Instead, Clarissa had considered her daughter safe with years of time before she came of age to start training. She wanted to protect her, not have Trinity aware of a world where evil lurked, preying on the innocent. Clarissa didn’t want Trinity to know of a place where someone would cause one so sweet and loving any kind of harm. Such a fool Clarissa was for thinking such a thing. She was such an idiot for believing she could protect her daughter from the evils of the universe.
Clarissa paused on the stairwell and hung her head, trying to overcome the feeling like being punched in the stomach so all the air left her lungs at the thought of her own foolishness at not training and protecting Trinity better. Clarissa had been stupidly naïve and she lost her family as a result. Why would she have thought Trinity would be even better shielded from the horrors and cruelty of the outside world, better than her parents and siblings were? Why couldn’t she have realized not instructing Trinity was so detrimental to her daughter’s preparedness for life? At least Clarissa’s father tried to equip her when she was old enough to understand. Of course, she didn’t have her powers yet, but her father made sure Clarissa was aware of some martial art techniques. She should have done the same for Trinity. Clarissa should have started teaching her from the moment she could stand and talk. Why? Why was she so blinded in not preparing her daughter better? Why did she think she had so much time she could waste it?
Pulling herself up, she continued to the room she shared with the demon judge and executioner. For the first time in a very long time she thought about the events of her family’s demise.
Clarissa was the baby of the family and the only daughter to the twelve brothers born before her. As a result, her parents let her get away with a bit more than they did her siblings.
The morning had started like every other, busy with cooking, cleaning and the mild arguments of those waiting
The form of Nathan shimmered and grew to that of a man. His shoulders became broader, his hips narrower. He was ripped, but lithe, wiry, yet strong. A mustache, beard and longer hair appeared on him, when only moments ago a youthful countenance existed. His voice also changed to a deeper resonance.
“You did very well, Axiso, my pet. Retire to your room. I shall meet you in a bit.”
Coyote waited until the Rougarou left before heading to his office. There were a number of items he needed to prepare in order to train Trinity appropriately in finding the remnants of the Gem of Avarice.
Chapter 6
It had been weeks when Clarissa finally returned wearily to the house and headed up to her room. She wanted to check on Zenthus but she desperately needed a shower and some fresh clothes. After the first few days, Mel, Logan and Clarissa had decided to split up to cover more ground. Maurepas was a gloomy area and, even though there was sunlight, there was such a dense covering of cypress trees and vines it cast a gloom everywhere.
She searched for her daughter, questioned every beast she could find in the swampland. Clarissa ignored the stings of the bugs which constantly attacked her as she turned over every rock and stone in hopes of finding some inkling of where Trinity had been taken. She didn’t care how ruthless she was. Didn’t care she was creating a terror in her own right, with the wake of broken Rougarous she’d left behind in her quest.
Clarissa may not have had the ability to go to the human world but she was able to go to other realms, and her powers still worked. She may be older, but she continued to train, first with Mel, then in preparation for Logan to protect himself. She had just started to train Trinity. Clarissa berated herself for not starting general protection moves with her daughter sooner. It might have helped. Instead, Clarissa had considered her daughter safe with years of time before she came of age to start training. She wanted to protect her, not have Trinity aware of a world where evil lurked, preying on the innocent. Clarissa didn’t want Trinity to know of a place where someone would cause one so sweet and loving any kind of harm. Such a fool Clarissa was for thinking such a thing. She was such an idiot for believing she could protect her daughter from the evils of the universe.
Clarissa paused on the stairwell and hung her head, trying to overcome the feeling like being punched in the stomach so all the air left her lungs at the thought of her own foolishness at not training and protecting Trinity better. Clarissa had been stupidly naïve and she lost her family as a result. Why would she have thought Trinity would be even better shielded from the horrors and cruelty of the outside world, better than her parents and siblings were? Why couldn’t she have realized not instructing Trinity was so detrimental to her daughter’s preparedness for life? At least Clarissa’s father tried to equip her when she was old enough to understand. Of course, she didn’t have her powers yet, but her father made sure Clarissa was aware of some martial art techniques. She should have done the same for Trinity. Clarissa should have started teaching her from the moment she could stand and talk. Why? Why was she so blinded in not preparing her daughter better? Why did she think she had so much time she could waste it?
Pulling herself up, she continued to the room she shared with the demon judge and executioner. For the first time in a very long time she thought about the events of her family’s demise.
Clarissa was the baby of the family and the only daughter to the twelve brothers born before her. As a result, her parents let her get away with a bit more than they did her siblings.
The morning had started like every other, busy with cooking, cleaning and the mild arguments of those waiting
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