“It’s always darkest before the dawn.”
These gentle words brought a flood of light into Raven’s
blacked out field of vision. She squinted so that her eyes could adjust, but
they were still stinging from her battle with Roger Zee. Upon being reminded of
that hideous name, she sat up with a quickness only to clutch her aching ribs
and be laid back down again by powerful hands on her arms. Every part of her
body felt like it was branded with a hot iron. Yet in this familiar man’s care,
she remained relaxed.
Her burning eyes opened some more until the blurry shape
before her straightened into focus. The long brown hair, the middle-aged face,
the rock n’ roll T-shirt, they were all there. Raven couldn’t believe such
gentle care came from a man whose occupation required fiery aggression. It was
him alright. The man she had so many petty arguments with, yet couldn’t be
without. Daniel Mercer smiled down on her with the face only a mother could
love…a Mother of Dragons, that is.
“Daniel…we have to….we have to find my father…” whimpered
Raven.
“I know, Raven. Trust me, I know. Shawn and I got here a
little too late. I’m so sorry,” said Daniel.
With her clear vision, the elf princess gazed around the
room to find she was lying on a police blanket in the back of a SWAT van. The
dented shelter wasn’t pretty nor was the van mobile at all, but it was better
than the battlefield of dead bodies waiting for them outside. Tears welled up
in Raven’s eyes as she thought of her lost comrades.
Daniel wiped them away with the bottom of his shirt and
said, “It’ll be okay. We’re going to find your father and that bastard Roger.
But you need to rest for now. You were badly beaten when we found you.”
“How can I even think about resting when…?” cried Raven.
“Listen to me,” said Daniel as he held the elf’s hand in his
own. “I know how much your father means to you. But if you go out and look for
him in the condition you’re in, you won’t stand a chance. I know this, because
I too had to stay in the hospital before I came here. That’s the reason why I
was late.”
Raven’s face oozed with concern and sorrow when she asked,
“Why were you in the hospital, Daniel? What did Roger do to you?”
The singer breathed a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of
his nose. After a few more heavy breaths, he said with trepidation, “He
tortured me. I formed a new band just as I said I would…and he took all of us
to a black site…he…” Daniel rubbed the sogginess out of his eyes. “He killed
all of them right in front of me…and he took me to a dark room…he fucking
tortured me with my own music…”
The elf princess squeezed Daniel’s hand in sympathy while
using her other hand to brush his long locks. “That’s awful…He’s a goddamn
monster!”
“For a while, I didn’t think I could ever be interested in
metal music again. I thought my dream was over. The very thing that got me
through life was going to be taken away from me. And then…I, uh…the place I
went to in order to stop the pain…was you, Raven. I thought about how lovely
you were…how much you cared…how you saved me from my own nightmares…It’s the
only thing that got me through it all. If it wasn’t for those images, I
probably would have…killed myself,” sobbed Daniel.
Despite having a bruised and battered body, Raven found the
strength to slowly sit up and give her friend a loving hug, which he returned.
They stayed locked in each other’s embrace for the longest time. Long enough to
finally ignore their own pain, both physical and emotional.
“There’s something I have to tell you, Daniel. It’s about
why you were chosen to take on Roger,” confessed Raven.
When the embrace was gingerly broken, the singer said, “You
don’t owe me an explanation. I know what I must do and why I should do it.”
“No, you don’t understand. It’s deeper than that, Daniel.
Please, let me explain,” said Raven as she laid back down on the blanket. “My
father has been around for many generations. He doesn’t have much longer to
live. For a while we’ve been looking around scouting for a new king to rule
over the elves. My father chose you, Daniel. He’s been watching you for a long
time. He knows how passionate you can be. He knows where your morals lie. He
believes in you.”
Daniel’s expression softened when he said, “But…I don’t know
how to be a leader, Raven. I don’t know anything about being a politician. I
led two heavy metal bands and all members of both bands are fucking dead.
They’re dead because of me.”
“You don’t actually believe that, do you?” asked Raven. “What
did I teach you when I showed you the EMDR technique at the arena? Besides, I’m
not much of a leader either as you can tell from the dead bodies outside. But
if we’re judging our leadership skills based on another asshole’s actions, then
you are really the only option we have. How is this any different from the
politics of your human world?”
“Gee, thanks, Raven,” said Daniel with a light chuckle.
Raven giggled as well. “But if we can be serious for a moment, what do I have
to offer the elves if I can’t even handle my own goddamn life?”
“You have something that Roger hates with all of his might.
You have creativity. You have music. You have a soul. A good soul, at that. Elves
are passionate about the arts as you can tell from the lovely shapes of our
buildings…before they were destroyed of course. Elves especially love music.
That microphone we gave you is imbued with the souls of lost musicians. Every
time you scream into the mouthpiece, you’re channeling their energy into every
word you speak. When you sang that line about darkness before dawn, you made me
believe in myself again. That’s how powerful your words really are. That’s why
you must be next in line for the elven throne.”
Daniel hung his head in contemplation while petting Raven’s
arm. The weight of the elven world rested on his shoulders, but he was
determined to carry it with a titan’s strength. He lifted his head up to give
an answer and a tiny smile was etched on his face. “If I become king of the
elves…does that make you my queen?”
Raven threw her head back and giggled lightly enough to not
aggravate her injuries. She thought it was just a joke, but when the laughter
ceased, she saw the passion in Daniel’s eyes that King Arthur Triscloud himself
boasted about. That was the look of someone with a purpose. That was the look
of a hero. He knew he couldn’t rule this kingdom alone. He also knew he
couldn’t live this life alone. He’d done the latter for so long throughout this
campaign.
“Oh, Daniel…” whispered Raven as the two of them leaned in
for a passionate kiss. As they brushed lips together and wrestled tongues,
every ounce of energy they held back before came rushing into this loving
moment. They spent so long denying each other and bickering senselessly.
Neither of them wanted to give into each other until this private moment
together. They kissed deeply, hugged tightly, and brushed each other’s hair
wildly.
They were jerked away from their sexy moment when the back
door of the van flung open and Shawn Henry stood there wide-eyed and with
healing herbs in hand. He awkwardly said, “I found the medical supplies from
the castle….in case you’re interested.”
“Um…yes, uh…of course we’re interested, Shawn. Thank you,”
stammered Daniel as he crawled off of Raven and snatched the leaves out of the
detective’s hands. He turned back to the wounded elf and said, “These, uh…these
will help you recover, and…”
“We’ve used those before, Daniel. I know how they work,”
said Raven.
The Lord of the Pit shakily crawled back to Raven and began
applying the healing leaves and medical acid. He tried to be as nonchalant as
possible when he said to Shawn, “You can leave now. I’ve got it from here.”
“Try not to have too much fun in there,” said Shawn with a
smart-ass grin as he shut the van door.
Daniel smiled himself and said, “Well, that right there is
what I like to call reverse Viagra.”
“You humans and your boner pills,” giggled Raven before she
clutched her ribs in pain. “Hurry up and put that stuff on me, I’m hurting like
hell!”
“Yes, Princess, I mean, Queen Triscloud!”
