XXI

The three had now finished their meals. Used glasses and bowls of ice cream waited idly on the table for collection. Manira was using a pen to draw on a napkin. It was a sketch of a dome with an altar in the middle; a candle was on the altar.
    “There was a banner here.” Rowan pointed top right. Manira quickly sketched one in.
    “There was another one here.” Kiyor pointed to the opposite of the other one. Manira sketched a line to show it was there, as the front could not have possibly been seen from that angle.
    “There was a shape on that banner,” said Rowan. She held out her hand for a pen and was given Manira’s. Rowan drew an ‘S’ with a small top curl and large bottom one, then drew its mirrored image right next to it.
    “Anything else?” asked Manira.
    “There was a cross on that wall,” answered Kiyor. He pointed to the place and Manira sketched it in.
    “Well,” she said as she inspected the sketch. “Only a Sorcerer can identify this or…”
    “A Vampire,” finished Kiyor. “And we need the answer quickly, so we’re going to see Misat.” (Mis-sat)
    “He goes by the name of Tiamisat,” corrected Manira. (Tee-am-is-sat)
    Kiyor grinned. “Only someone who knew him personally would know that.”
    “Who’s Tiamisat?” asked Rowan.
    Kiyor looked at Manira. “You tell,” she said. “You seem to know it pretty well.”
    Kiyor lowered his voice. “You know the story of Tyrain and Rasheliss?”
Rowan nodded. “They wanted to wed but neither the Vilkons nor the Vampires could accept their relationship,” she answered.
    Kiyor continued. “Well, hardly anyone knows this part: Rasheliss was left carrying Tyrain’s child. His name was Misat.”
    Manira finished the story. “Misat came into the Light Kingdom one day and he decided to stay, wedding a human wife. I’m his granddaughter and he taught me how to act cold in the Dark Kingdom.” She noticed Rowan’s stunned expression. “Please don’t tell your dad, he’d be really shocked and one more is the last thing he needs.”
    “I won’t tell him,” promised Rowan. “But how do you know this, Kiyor?”
    He raised his eyebrows. “My dad was usually bored when he was young and he got to know Rasheliss…personally.”
    The waiter then came along.

They stopped at a Bus Shelter.
    “What is this?” asked Rowan.
    “A Bus Stop,” answered Manira.
    “Why are we here?” asked Rowan.
    “To wait for the right bus to come along and get on it,” answered Kiyor.
    “What’s a bus?” asked Rowan again.
    “A type of public transport,” answered Manira. “You’ll see.”
    Rowan remained in thought for a short moment. Her gaze wandered to her lover. “Kiyor?” He turned to her. “How did you get your scars?”
    He shrugged. “It’s no big secret. I was born by caesarean, and in the rush to cut me out the scalpel cut along my cheek. It wasn’t treated because everyone was distracted by the shock my mum was going into. Her uterus had to be cut out. My parents’ dreams of having more children became slashed.” At that point, Kiyor’s eyes displayed a slight regret.
    The bus then came around the corner.

They got off the bus next to a very neat terrace. Across from the terrace was a lawn, which was surrounded by road and had another terrace on the other side. They walked alongside one row of terraces.
    “The bus is rather public,” complained Rowan bitterly, causing the other two to chuckle. “You need to share many of the seats.”
    “Yeah, but the seats are comfortable,” argued Manira.
    They kept walking along the pavement. Rowan stared around her, noting how lovely and rich the terraces looked. She felt certain that in the Dark Kingdom, only rich territory dwellers (not the territory owners) could live in houses like these. But the people she saw leave and enter the houses seemed a lot simpler in comparison-they wore simpler clothes and seemed to need a smaller salary than their shadowy counterparts.
    “Rowan?”
    She found she had stopped. “Yes Kiyor?”
    He looked at her softly and curiously. “Lost in your own thoughts?”
    “That girl…” she murmured. She had been staring at a girl walking on the other side of the street. She had hazel hair and seemed quite pretty, despite not being particularly thin. “She seems familiar.” Rowan shook her head at her confusion.

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