Marianne sat silently on the edge of the bed and stared at the Gryphon. He lay curled up next to the bed and slept. Everything in her urged to caress him, to touch him, to let her awaken from the dream in which she was, but this hope was in vain. It was not a dream.
She remembered how she was approached in the streets of Nedeston and offered an assignment. This had indeed been nothing unusual, as she had a very good reputation as a messenger. Yes, she was a messenger. She brought documents from one place to another without asking questions. Surely there were enough messengers to deliver documents, but Athena was not a normal messenger. She was an Aranasera. A shadow runner.
As a baby, she was abandoned. She came into the care of Ignatius Kodar, who raised her as if she were his own daughter. What no one knew was, that he was a master of the Aranasera. And so he trained her in the art of shadow runners. When she was an adult, he disappeared one day and she was left to fend for herself. She quickly used her Experience in Aranasera to find her way around and became a messenger.
The art of the Aranasera was, among other things, to be able to move undetected, as well as to be able to strike quickly and purposefully in the event of a fight.
In a very short time, she had a very good reputation and the orders became more and more difficult but more lucrative.
A few days ago, a man in a cowl approached her and gave her the tube as a new assignment. She didn't see the face, but the pay was right. The destination was an order building and she was to hand it over to a man named "The Raven". He would reveal himself at the goal. The fastest way was the WINDRAIDER but it fell victim to the mysterious ship with the Nexuswyverns.
Marianne continued to look at the gryphon and sighed.
Duke Hawksire rolled up the document again and put it back in the tube. Then he handed her the tube. Surprised, Marianne looked up and accepted it.
"We will leave tomorrow morning. You will deliver the document and I will take this Raven to my chest," he said and sat down again on the chair.
"What's the deal with the Denerias Incident?" asked Marianne.
"Do you know what the Denerias incident is?" Duke looked at her.
"No. It was always said that the gryphons had been wiped out because of the Denerias incident. It was said that they had committed treason." Marianne seemed a bit insecure, because after all he had the uniform of the Griffin Guard.
"That's just the official explanation. The truth is different. But that shouldn't weigh you down. The day is coming when the truth will come to light, and it will be the day of justice." Duke clenched his fist.
Marianne was silent. She looked at the grasp again and after a short hesitation she stroked his feathers with her hand.
The griffin seemed to snuggle up to her hand in her sleep, which she took in surprise.
"He likes you," Duke said.
Marianne smiled and continued to stroke the feathers gently."He's wonderful. What's his name?"
"His name is Ascendary and now it's time to sleep, because we have a lot to do tomorrow.
*
"Your Eminence, you sent for me?" Dexter Demerodt stood in a small room that was simply furnished. Except for a desk, 2 chairs and a small closet, the room was empty. The man behind the desk motioned for Dexter to sit down.
Dexter Demerodt sat down and looked at his counterpart. He was dressed in a simple black habit and was already quite old, short snow-white hair covered his head and the man put the quill with which he was writing on a document into a small inkwell. He bore the name Benedict and is the head of his order.
"Nice to have you here, Inquestor. I have an important task for you," Benedict said.
"I hear." Dexter Demerodt was dressed completely in black fabric and that also affected his gloves. On the right hand there was a signet ring on the ring finger.
"An Aranasera is on the way to Cyrilon. She has an important document with her. This document must not achieve its goal."
"Is this information reliable?"
"Brother Maximus has caught a traitor to the Order in Nedeston. After detailed questioning, it turned out that this person had handed over this document to the Aranasera on behalf of the company. Brother Maximus could not find the client. The meeting took place in secret and the traitor to the order could not see the face."
"But someone is very cautious about that."
"Indeed. We know that she went on the WINDRAIDER, but according to my information, it was attacked and crashed. Brother Marcus has examined the crash site and is sure that it survived."
"Who attacked the WINDRAIDER?"
"We don't know. The remains of the WINDRAIDER had both burn marks and scratch marks, and Brother Marcus is sure that some of the victims were torn apart."
"Nexuswyverns?"
"Probably, but the WYVERN is a legend. Sailor's yarn."
"Your Eminence, I know that sounds absurd, especially since the WYVERN is said to have an incredible size according to legend, but if everything imaginable is ruled out, only the unthinkable remains. There is a grain of truth in every legend."
"You believe that the WYVERN exist? A ship that houses Nexuswyvern inside."
"What I believe and what I don't do is irrelevant here. So it's about this document."
"That's right. This document must not achieve its goal. No way. That would be a disaster."
"And what is my task in this?"
"You are our best fighter. I want you to protect Cecile."
"Sedalia? Did you say Cecile?"
"Yes. She is the only one who can find this document. I want you both to set out and protect her. And I want you both to forget your common past, because it is about the concerns of our order. Here is the pass that grants you access everywhere. And now don't waste any time." Benedict pointed to the door.
Dexter nodded, took the roll, and stood up. He bowed briefly to say goodbye and left the room.
"Hello Dexter," said a soft voice next to the door.
Dexter turned and looked at the young woman in the dark purple robes on the wooden bench.
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