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The figure in the center moved forward. Long skeletal fingers appeared from the bottom of its sleeves to lift the hood back to reveal its face. There was a startled gasp behind her, but it was the only sound in the entirety of the clearing. Even the animals had decided to make themselves scarce for this particular meeting.
Helena couldn’t blame them. The Keepers were terrifying. There was no other word for the beings that stood before her. The other two followed the lead of the first and removed their hoods. She swallowed thickly, silently wishing they would put them back.
Their faces were gaunt, hairless, and a white so pale, she could make out the pulsing of purple veins beneath the thin skin. Their eyes were pits of black and their mouths were stitched shut, thick black cords woven in a crisscrossing pattern along the length of them. The only distinguishing marks between them were the swirling tattoos that covered almost every visible inch of skin. The markings were a deep navy blue, but as Helena stared at them, they seemed to shift and move in a serpentine fashion.
Without conscious thought, Helena decided the only way to get through this encounter was to brazen it out. “It would seem that Miranda got the looks in the family.”
Behind her Kragen and Ronan snickered with appreciation, while she saw Timmins close his eyes in dismay. Miranda’s own lips curled in an approving smile.
“Kiri, may I introduce you to the Triumvirate,” she said by way of introduction. “These are the oldest of the Keepers, those who have sworn their loyalty to the realm and have shaken off all vestiges of their past lives in order to lead and offer guidance without any of the bias of mortality.”
“One could argue that it is mortality that allows for the most valuable of guidance,” Helena murmured.
“Our Kiri is wise,” the voices hissed in her mind. It was hard to discern any type of emotion, but Helena could have sworn she sensed amusement.
“You will have to forgive my ignorance,” Helena replied, “I had not realized the head of the Keepers would be gracing us with their presence.”
“Nor had I, Kiri, or I would have better prepared you,” Miranda said drolly. There was a hint of censure in her voice, as though she was not pleased by the appearance of the Triumvirate.
The figure in the center tilted his head to the side as though examining her. “Perhaps it is us who should ask your forgiveness. We were merely curious to see whom the Vessel would be, after carrying the prophecy for so many years. We could not miss an opportunity to meet the woman who is responsible for the fate of the Chosen.”
“No pressure,” Ronan muttered.
Helena raised an eyebrow in response, “I hope that I have not disappointed you after such a long wait.”
“You are more than we allowed ourselves to hope for,” the voices echoed.
Helena shivered at their response, not feeling overly comforted despite the words.
“Seeing as we are all aware of the prophecy how is it you think to help us?” Timmins asked. It was the most outright disrespectful she had ever heard her Advisor and Helena turned towards him in surprise.
The Keepers’ faces turned towards him in unison. “You know of the Mother of Shadows, of what will befall the Chosen if the Vessel becomes corrupted, but you know nothing of the Corruptor. Nor what it will take to defeat her. We merely offer information… and a choice.”
“A choice?” Helena repeated, her eyes snapping to the central figure.
There was a slight dip of its head, “There is always a choice, Kiri.”
“Convenient,” she bit out, her stomach twisting inside of her.
“Our words will be for you alone, Kiri, if you wish to hear them.”
Helena swallowed back her fear and stepped towards them, “Very well.” As she spoke, all three lifted their hands towards her.
“Helena!” Darrin cried out in warning.
“Kiri!” the others’ voices echoed, the whistle of blades being drawn sounding behind her.
The black pits where their eyes used to be began to glow scarlet. Helena could not look away, drawn to what she saw within the fiery depths. As one, the Triumvirate touched her. Helena heard someone scream and had the distant thought that it might be her. There wasn’t enough time for her to consider the notion further because she was already falling.
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