-{Freya}-

  Freya’s frown deepened, her slender fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the table’s polished edge as her crystal ball remained stubbornly dark.

  No matter how much of her will she poured into it, the result was the same. Nothing.

  Zephyrion Gremory had vanished from her sight.

  It was frustrating and a setback to her pns.

  Two days.

  Two agonizing days since her adventurers had lost track of him.

  In that time, there had been no whispers of his presence, no rumors, no flicker of his aura.

  Her crystal had been rendered useless. The silence grated on her nerves, forcing her to consider extreme measures. Pns ran through her mind.

  She had been only one day away from impnting a few of them.

  Then, the enigmatic adventurer that had gained her full attention and desire had reappeared. Injured, no less. With that she had found her crystal had finally sparked back to life, allowing her a fleeting glimpse of him.

  She had eagerly tracked his every step, her eyes locked onto him intensely. Her cold eyes trying to unpick him through the vision the crystal provided her.

  Freya had sent her adventurers to follow in secret, reporting his every move. Not that they did this well considering she had noticed him sending gnces their way.

  Her lips twisted into a small frown, that had been a mistake. She was worried whatever had stopped her crystal from seeing him would interfere once more. Normally, she would have been much more sly about this.

  Just as she had begun piecing the puzzle together, she saw that wench of a goddess, put her filthy arms coiled around him.

  Freya’s silver eyes gained a tint of annoyance.

  Then it was gone. The vision cut off, her sight severed the moment he opened that accursed book. Her eyes scanned the crystal closely. Once again, he was eluding her.

  She leaned back, closing a moment to evaluate.

  Her obsession with Zephyrion hadn’t been born solely from his breathtaking but strange aura. No, that had made her focus on him and instantly want him - true but that hadn’t been enough for the level of want she felt.

  No, it was something she had observed from him. More specifically in the way he moved through the world, as if it bent to accommodate him.

  He didn’t belong and yet he did?. His existence was a contradiction. Watching him had become intoxicating, she wanted to be a part of it. In his aura and heart.

  Nothing about him was predictable. Nothing about him was ordinary and now, with her crystal cut off she was left to stew in her frustration.

  Deprived of the details that made watching him so intoxicating.

  Zephyrion was an enigma, his very being a defiance of her divinity.

  He stayed out of reach, resisting her pull and that simply added to his desire. That alone was enough to stoke her desire to dangerous heights.

  She wanted him.

  “Otto.” She called out softly.

  “Yes, Lady Freya?” He replied. His giant frame visible in the dark room Freya was sitting in.

  “Tell everyone to withdraw.” She ordered calmly.

  She was being too bold and Zephyrion had obviously noticed.

  Her heart thrummed with a mix of exhiration and something softer, something she couldn’t name.

  Even now, her silver gaze burned as she attempted to piece together what little her adventurers had reported.

  He had vanished, only to return with new trinkets and new magical abilities apparently.

  What had he found? What power had he gained?

  The thoughtful look on her face deepened as she traced the pieces in her mind.

  Whatever protections he had raised around himself and his Familia were unfamiliar and disturbingly effective.

  Being so blind was both annoying and exhirating.

  Her thighs rubbed together slightly.

  Could it be that he knew?

  The thought sent a shiver of rage and intrigue through her. Her earlier test had been clumsy, too obvious and she had quickly learned that he was far from a fool.

  That bolt of lightning could have hurt her Familia member.

  He shouldn’t know it was her though and Mortals couldn’t perceive her sight unless she willed it. Yet the possibility gnawed at her.

  Her silver eyes darted to the shelves of ancient tomes lining her chambers, then to the open balcony that overlooked Orario’s sprawl.

  Freya was unaccustomed to this, being thwarted so much and being left in the dark.

  She needed to re-evaluate what she knew and get more information.

  Freya had been too passive in her approach, it was time to get serious.

  “My Lady.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”

  “There’s been a development in a patch of nd far away from Orario.” Her Adventurer informed.

  “Oh?”

  “We believe it’s reted to Zephyrion Gremory.”

  That got truly Freya’s attention.

  -END-

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