The Blue Pearl 35 Finders, Keepers

She squeezed tight her eyes and pushed out her tears. She needed to clear her swimming vision, look around to get an idea of what was happening but her mind refused to listen to her. The pain pulled her thoughts from every side simultaneously as she tried again and again to ignore it and failed. She began swinging her head, left and right, back and forth, the only thing she could do to. It didn't help with her pain but she was able to ignore it just a little until something solid hit the back of her head and her pain doubled.

But for a brief moment she was able to see clarity. Seeking it she swung her head back again but the pain didn't come this time. And trying one more time she couldn't not even move her head. And nothing to put her mind on, she started feeling everything again. The razors in her blood slowly chiseling away at the veins.

And just like that they were gone. Everything was normal again. The crippling pain that ran through her only felt like a faint memory. Her eyes also finally clear and her mind free to think she blinked and took on her surroundings. Or tried.

Something ma.s.sive covered her entire vision. The giant named Moswen sat in front of her, crossed legged and cupping her head with his hand. Looking down she saw white sand and her legs sprawled lifelessly. It was still morning and the sun still mild told her that not much time was gone since their fight.

"I trusted you and you tried kill me." The giant spoke in a soft voice and released her head. He sounded disappointed and not at all anger like Bedona had expected he would.

"Reckless of you." So casual was he that it felt like an attempt at his life was not of any concern to him. Like there wasn't even the slightest chance of Bedona succeeding in it. "Why?"

A simple question to which Bedona had no answer to. She didn't know. She saw the disk in his hand and it was like her mind stopped working. Murder was never her first go to solution but with Moswen, she didn't even think to use her words.

Finding nothing to say, she looked down in thought and shame. She neither have excuse nor a reason for doing what she did. And she a.s.sumed she needed the answer more than Moswen did.

"This-" He held the medallion in front of her face and asked, "How did you get by this?"

His tone was hushed yet forceful. It sounded like it came from a deep well. But it was not a fearsome growl of a beast like it should have coming from him. Instead the sound reminded her of the petulant mewling of a girlish boy. She snickered without thinking but no sound came out from her pressed throat. Lucky, she thought. She didn't want to get him angry after all.

But it did have an effect on Moswen. As his eyes widened and he quickly reached out to touch Bedona's neck and traced his fingers to the top of her stomach. His finger though rough filled her with a comforting warmth. And the constricting pressure around her chest was gone and she could finally breathe easy. She sat and took hungry deep breaths, filling her lungs as much as she could. For a moment Moswen waited patiently but soon he ran out of it and leaned forward to tower over her.

"Answer." He said.

"I-" She started but was interrupted right away.

"You should know this by now but lying is not an option." Bedona nodded at his warning. Feeling strange as her whole body below neck laid stiff and unmoving still. The situation felt oddly surreal, as if watching everything with an eye of an observer.

"I found it, in the dead forest in the mountain." She answered, truth but at the same time not saying anything.

"An unknown magical artifact you just found in the forest and was willing to kill an innocent just for touching it?"

He asked incredulous and with more than hint of scolding.

"Why?" He asked again.
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"Magic… it was strong and strange. I have never felt anything like that." she rasped again, trying to cough out and swallow in the irritation in her throat that was stuck like dry phlegm. "It was-it was addicting…"

Hearing her answer he scoffed but did not appear at all pleased at what he heard. Bedona had learned to read face in her years as an eye. And what she read was tightly held anger.

"It is mine." She suddenly blurted out, rather vehemently resulting in him frown at her darkly. "I found it, you have no right to take it from me." Seeing as what she already said she added with equal force.

The man quietly sat for a long and silent moment. Bedona had expected pain for her and anger from him. But in the end he only sighed and looked up the mountain, where she had taken the medallion from.

"What will you do? You can't take it from me, helpless as you are now." He said and leaned back slightly as if to get a better look at her. "Think of the position you are in, be grateful that you are alive. After what you did, a reasonable response would have been to kill you here and leave." Moswen spoke with the same low voice as before. Though his words were menacing his tone mad eit hard for her to take it seriously.

So Bedona laughed at his soft threat. It also helped that his words did not match his demeanor or tone. The man was not used to giving threats or even working on them. If the term gentle giant was made for anyone it was him. She was certain he would not kill her. She was in a position she never want to be. Paralyzed below neck, completely at the mercy of the man. But despite all she felt only little danger.

"You cannot kill me." She said but did not want to bank on his inability to kill so she added instead, rather quickly. "I am an eye, I am always being watched."

The man looked confused which she should have seen coming. The Eyes of Aristeros were not nearly as famous as the Liaisons.

"What?" He asked, genuinely confused at her words.

"I am an Eye of Aristeros. An agent of Sharak's golden tower." She looked up at him smugly. To see his shocked reaction at the name.

Moswen frowned and blinked and then c.o.c.king his head slightly to his side he asked again. "What?"