Thornne and Hyalus

We have finally moved into our house! That being said, I’m hoping to get back into a regular rhythm of posting again. The two characters I’m about to introduce to you came to me in a dream. They’re an interesting pair. I hope you like them as much as I do.

 

Sure, she may be unique, but she wasn’t that special. She was an average, mid-twenties young woman. At least, that’s what Thornne kept telling herself. Okay, so her mother’s prayers were answered, and she became imbued with the powers of an ancient goddess. Big deal. She didn’t ask for it. But as long as her mother got what she wanted. All she wanted was to work on Mr. Sexy–her 1968 Corvette convertible she bought for $1,000 cash.

The rest of her cash was spent on a full sleeve tattoo she got on her right arm. A variety of black and white roses with thorned stems twisting down her appendage and onto her hand. She barely felt the pain. There was enough of it that she had already endured. Needles and ink didn’t amount to anything. She did it alone. Just like she did everything. She preferred it that way. Being alone–

A shrill ring of the doorbell made her sigh and lift her head. Who, on God’s green earth, could that be? She pushed herself out from underneath her classic car. Rose and grabbed a stained rag. With a look of irritation, she threw it over her shoulder when she finished cleaning her hands. Crossed the three bedroom home and opened the front door.

Her emotionless face didn’t change at the 6’5″ well-muscled man on her porch. “What you want?”

Hyalus seemed offended. “Is that any way to greet a friend?”

“Didn’t know we were friends.” Thornne moved out of the way. “But, by all means, come on in.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” He removed his hoodie after she shut the door, revealing his abnormality. His upper right arm had been replaced with clear glass. Minimal electronics surrounded an empty vial in the center.

She tightened her lime green ponytail. “What you want?”

Before he responded, he grabbed her left arm. Marks littered her forearm. “What are these? And don’t even think about shapeshifting to cover them up.”

Her rose-colored eyes drilled him. “I was deciding where I want my next tattoo.”

He matched her stare. “I know scars when I see them. Thornne, we talked about you hurting yourself.” Sighing, he released her arm. “But I know you never listen to a word I say.”

“Did you come here just to lecture me?”

“No. I need recharged. They’re sending me on a mission.”

She pivoted without a word, heading back to the garage. Hyalus followed without his normal chatter. Not that she was complaining. Throwing the rag onto the workbench, she dragged a stool to a slim machine in the corner. That stupid machine.

Hyalus had been part of a secret government experiment. Go figure. For whatever reason, they wanted glass soldiers. At least, that’s what she got out of it. But glass is fragile. So along came Rosalee the Sorceress. She lived across the street and ran a small coffee shop. If you were a rude customer, she would give you a shot of bad luck with that espresso. But anyway, Hyalus’s arm became enchanted, and he occassionally had to juice. She didn’t know why she was responsible for the machine.

She hated Hyalus. Hated everyone. Except for Rosalee. She liked that witch. Which is probably why the sorceress convinced her to take the device. Whatever. So what she was good with machines? That didn’t mean anything. She continuously glared at Hyalus as he hooked himself up to the charging station and began filling the vial with “essence,” as Rosalee so eloquenly put it.

“I have room for one more,” the unwanted guest said.

“No.”

“Come on. You used to be one of the best. We were a great team.”

Thornne blew a lime strand out of her face. “We were never a team. And no matter what you say, I will never go back. Don’t you remember that Tollack tried assassinating me?”

“Only because you changed who you were.”

“I shifted shape. That’s all.”

Hyalus threw up his unconnected arm. “You changed sides!”

“Because his way was ludicrous. From the beginning, he’s never trusted me. I knew that then. I know that now. That’s why you’re my babysitter. I can’t do anything without supervision.”

“In his defense, you are known for backstabbing people.”

“And?”

“And there’s nothing else to it. You can’t expect people to trust you when they know you can’t trust yourself.”

She rolled her eyes and turned. “You know your way out.”

“After all these years, I’ve been wondering something.”

“What?”

“Why is your name Thornne? It has nothing to do with your powers.”

“Because I’m a thorn in everybody’s side.” Her ears could still hear her mother’s jeers, all the nastiness. She didn’t do what her mother wanted, and that made her the evil one. Walking back inside the house, she slammed the door closed. Slammed away the voices.

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