"You said there is a tier-one reaper protecting them?" The man said, staring out over the mountains from his estate. The sun was sitting low, casting long shadows over the ground.

"Two, sir."

"Oh?" He turned to the boy, who was in his early twenties. His grey eyes stark against his blonde hair.

The boy nodded. "Estella Raban and Klane Stor."

The man's green eyes lit up. "Estella." A smile spread across his face. "I wonder if she remembers me." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Probably not." He walked around his desk and sat down, pulling an arrowhead from the side drawer. "Any sign of Agnar?" He said, flipping it through his fingers.

"No, sir, he hasn't been seen."

The man leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the desk. He knew that if Estella were there, Agnar wouldn't be far behind, unless something was keeping him away. "Keep an eye on them, Arex."

"I will, sir," Arex said, and the man waved his hand, dismissing him. The boy nodded, then turned on his heels and strode out of the office.

He looked down to his hands, at the symbols swirling under his skin as if it were a living being. It was a curse, one given to him because he killed the white raven. One he wore proudly. For he was the only one to kill a spawn of the gods and survive.

The door to the office slammed open, and a woman walked in; she was tall, with long, tightly curled hair. "That boy is about as useful as a rock, Daidalos. I don't know why you keep him around."

Daidalos smiled, slipping the arrowhead into his pocket. "He is more useful then you realize, give it time."

She snorted, "I will believe it when I see it."

He sighed. "Is there a reason for your visit?"

She turned to him a wicked smile on her face. "When you decide to go after that group of Klaren, I want to go as well. I'm tired of just sitting around waiting. I need some action."

"No, Metisa," Daidalos said, his voice tight.

She bared her teeth at him and hissed out. "Why? I'm better than any other warrior or soldier you have."

He stood up and walked around the desk. "Estella and Klane are protecting the Klaren."

Her golden eyes grew bright, showing the power that was locked deep within her. "So, you just don't want me to go near your precious Raban!?" She spun around and started pacing.

"Metisa, enough." Daidalos' words were calm yet commanding. She stopped in her tracks and turned to him. Her chin tucked to her chest like a pouting child. He sighed and walked over to her. "I don't want you to go because you aren't strong enough to take them both on yourself." He paused then smiled. "If Trent gets back soon, then both of you can go."

She looked up at him with her eyes, keeping her head low. "Fine." She whispered.

Daidalos reached up and patted her head. "Good child. Now I need you to get something for me."