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Lightning Rod

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own Wraeththu. They’re all property of Storm Constantine. I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: A young har of astounding beauty arrives in Jesith to be trained in the arunic arts by the local hienama. Will he be able to forget his traumatic past and build a life for himself within the small community?

Prologue

The wind was howling like a pack of ravenous wolves as he dismounted from his handsome stallion. He had been riding for several hours and had to take a few moments in order for his legs to get used to the ground again. A flash of violet lightning sparked across the dark sky with slithering beauty as the wind blew his green hood from off his head, causing his long hair to billow around his moth-white face like silk.

“Be still, Thunder,” he said, petting the tall stallion’s sleek neck with a tightly gloved hand. “I’m just glad Father finally got the petals to get me the hell away from there.”

He looked around, taking in the appearance of the little village. So, this was Jesith? It didn’t look like much, but that didn’t matter to him at all. At least he was now free from the wicked queen of Arliax. For the first time in a long time he felt like he could actually breathe and not be criticized for doing so. It felt wonderful.

“Hello!” A loud voice called out, making him look. Another har was walking towards him with a cloak flapping around his lithe frame like giant wings. “Have you finally come to us at last, Hiraishin? I sure hope I pronounced that correctly.”

The har didn’t, but that was okay. Nobody ever go this name right the first five thousand times they tried anyway. He quickly fought with the wind in order to put his hood back over his head, hiding his face for the time being.

“Are you Jassenah?” He asked, leading Thunder towards the har, getting a nod as his answer. He quickly bowed his head before the taller har. “I’m so sorry I’m so late. Thunder likes to make little detours when he sees something yummy he likes to nibble on. Not that that’s an excuse or anything.”

“That is quite all right,” Jassenah said. He looked up, seeing relief on the taller har’s face. “I’m just so happy that you’ve arrived here safely, Hiraishin.”

The younger har slightly cringed at the way Jassenah was saying his name. Why did his father have to name him after a rod that lightning strikes was beyond him? “You may call me Hira if you wish, Jassenah,” he said, bowing his head again. “It is much…quicker to say.” He didn’t want to say easier. That would be rude and the har might think he was making fun of his intelligence, not that he was. He would never do something so mean or blatant.

“Thank you, Hira,” Jassenah said, causing him to look back up from under his large hood, seeing the look of relief on his pretty face. “You may call me Jass then.”

Hira smiled with lovely white teeth. They were straight and perfect. “Thank you, Jass. Will I be staying with you for the night? Papa didn’t tell me much.”

In fact, Papa told him to go and to go fast. The faster he was out, the safer he would be.

Jass nodded his head. “You will be staying with me and my family until we can find more suitable lodgings for you.”

“Forgive me,” he said, feeling slightly shy. “But I feel like I really need to ask this.”

“Go ahead,” Jass said, petting Thunder’s velvety snout.

“I’ve heard that you and the hienama share a chesna bond with each other,” he said, blinking long lashes. “Is that true?”

The answer was yes.

He wanted to ask more, but couldn’t find the words to do so. He wanted to ask him how he was able to put up with other hara having their mouths all over his bonded. There was no way he would be able to do that. But, then again, he had yet to fall prey to love. But, he knew he would be a jealous and very vengeful lover if spurned.

There was a very wicked side to him. He got that growing up under the negligent care of his crazed hostling.

But, now he just felt weird. He would be having aruna and sharing breath with this har’s chesna bonded. That just didn’t feel right to him.

“This place is so small,” he said, trying to change the subject.

“It is,” Jass said, leading him through the village as the wind slowly died. “But there is lots to do.”

“Really?” He asked, feeling curious now. “Like what?”

He was told all about the little shops, a bar called The Leaping Cat, and the winery. It would be easy for him to find a job if he wanted to hold one.

He nodded. But, since his parents were very wealthy and he had lots of money on him, he didn’t think he would need to do that. Plus, there was the whole issue with his looks. He didn’t like being seen. But, he needed to change. That was why he was here. He wanted to be free. He wanted to be braver and more comfortable in his skin. He didn’t want to jump every time he heard a door open or slam.

“Will you help me find a job?” He asked, following. “I think it would be neat.”

“Sure,” Jass told him, helping him put Thunder in a little stable that was several yards away from the cottage. It was very nice and warm on the inside. He could smell food being cooked. “I’ll even introduce you to lots of my friends. That way you won’t be so nervous whenever you want to go out by yourself after your lessons with Ysobi.”

That made him smile. Jassenah was nice. He liked nice people.

“Now,” Jass said, leading him to the front door, having him come inside. “Would you like some hot tea? I just made some. I’ve added honey and just a bit of spice to it. Dinner will be later.”

Hira nodded. “Yes. Thank you.”

“You may put your cloak and bags down over there,” the taller har said, pointing to the sofa. It looked to be really old but it also looked to be very comfortable. There was a small stain on one of the pillows. Did something get spilt? “I will help you with them when I show you to your room later.”

Hira looked around the lovely house. Everything was so very pretty. This was obviously a guy who was no stranger to luxury.

He did keep his back to Jass as he slowly and carefully removed his cloak. This was the part he hated the most about meeting new people face to face. He put the fine material down next to his leather bags and walked over to the wooden table. It was round with a marble top. Jass had his back to him, fixing the tea at the little stove. The kitchen was small, but it was so warm and comforting. There were no violent echoes here to assault him when he least expected it like at home.

“Here you are,” Jass said, turning around with a pale purple mug in hand, only to slightly falter just a little bit. Those eyes of his widened just a bit.

Here it comes, Hira thought. Here comes the reason why my hostling hates me and my father shooed me away with lots of money in my pocket.

Jass coughed, clearing his throat. “Do you like sugar, Hira?”

He shook his head. “No, thank you. I don’t care for sugar.”

The older har nodded. “Good for you, not that it will do you any harm or anything.”

That got him a wink.

Hira giggled, feeling that he was blushing. He quickly sobered. “Just say it already.”

“Hmm, perhaps you shouldn’t get that job after all,” Jass said, handing him the elegant looking mug. “Perhaps you shouldn’t leave the cottage.”

Hira cocked his head to the side, causing his hair to spill down his face like a waterfall of living darkness. “What?”

“I don’t possess a stick big enough to beat all of Jesith off you,” he said, chuckling. “I broke my last one trying to keep a little…”

Hira blinked. “Huh?”

“You have got to be one of the most beautiful har I’ve ever seen, Hira,” he said, smiling as he tapped his bottom lip with a painted index finger. “I don’t think you’ll make it through town and still be able to keep the clothes on your back.”

Hira felt his blood turn to ice water in his veins. Just what the hell kind of hara live here?

“I’m joking with you,” Jass said, coming around the table to comfort him. “I’m sorry for scaring you, Hira. This is a very friendly place. You will have nothing to fear here. Hara all throughout town will be dying to hire you at their establishments.”

He let out a silent sigh of relief. That was good. The last thing he needed was…

He could suddenly hear and see his very beautiful hostling looming over him, shrieking like a shimmering storm of razor blades. One of his young friends had told him about a wicked and vane human queen who possessed a magic mirror. The mirror had told her everyday that she was the most beautiful in all the land. That is, until she had a daughter. The tale mirrored his relationship with his hostling perfectly. There were many mirrors and he was always waiting on being offered some kind of deadly fruit.

“You look like one of those human females from what we used to call magazines!” His hostling had shouted in a cruel voice, standing before his emerald green eyes, looking all grand and imposing in his radiant skin. He was quite insane to be honest. His hostling hated him because his beauty outshone his own. The looks he had once received were now being directed at his son. “What har child has such a straight and perfect nose? None of the other children have skin so white they make the very snow under their feet jealous with cold. Just look at those damnable cheekbones. They’re so high they pass up the dehara’s lofty palaces in the sky. I bet if I was to touch your chin, I’d cut myself it’s so sharp. And just look at those lips. Have you been painting them again? They’re redder than garnets. We’re going to have to do something about that dark mess on your head. I’ve never seen a har’s hair with more coils than a slithering nest of hissing serpents. Get out of my sight, you little monster! Just looking at you makes me sick with dizziness! GET OUT!”

“Ysobi will be home soon,” Jass smiled warmly at him, taking a seat across the table, offering him one as well. “He is with one of his students right now and he’ll be carrying our son home with him on his back no doubt.”

“Oh,” he said, trying to push his insane hostling to the back of his mind. “You have a son?”

“Yes,” Jass told him. “His name is Zephyrus, but everyone here calls him Zeph.”

“Ah,” Hira smiled. “That is a very nice name.”

“Thank you,” Jass said, turning when a sudden knock came at the kitchen door.

“Oh, Zehn,” Jass said, rising to his feet when the har came strolling in. “What is it?”

Hiraishin felt the breath in his lungs slow. It was like he was drowning in a sea of golden light. The har that stood before him was radiant beyond compare. The har had a lustrous mane of sunbeams and eyes like cornflowers. His smooth flesh reminded him of polished bronze. He was handsome.

“The weather is going to get really bad tonight,” the golden har said, looking at him with those twin blue skies, quickly turning to look at Jassenah. “I’ve been going around telling everybody.”

“Oh,” Jass said, smiling at Zehn. “Thank you for coming by to tell me. Ysobi will be home with Zeph soon. Would you like some tea?”

“Your house was the last on my list,” Zehn said, plopping down right beside Hira, giving him a very sultry look. “Are you Ysobi’s newest student?”

He nodded his head. This har had some very nice lips. They were made to be kissed and to do other things as well.

“Yes,” he told him. “My name is Hiraishin. I come from Arliax.”

“Hiraishin,” Zehn said, causing Hira to hide his amazement. His name just seemed to roll right off the stunning har’s tongue like molten sliver. This guy actually said his name correctly. His voice was just as amazing as the rest of him. “It sounds almost as beautiful as you look.”

He bowed his head just slightly, feeling very strange. “Thank you. You’re very kind.”

The har laughed, causing him to look up. Had he done something funny?

“Here you are, Zehn,” Jass said, coming over with a cup of tea. “Oops! Look out!”

“Shit!” Zehn hissed, jumping to his booted feet. The hot liquid had spilled across the tabletop and down, burning his lap.

Hira rose to his feet. “Are you all right?”

Jass quickly asked the same. The younger har didn’t see the glare in those dark eyes.

“I’m fine,” Zehn growled, rubbing the front of his leather pants, looking as if he were fighting to keep from hopping from one foot to the next in pain.

Jass pointed. “Bathroom.”

Zehn fled towards it.

Hira looked at him. “Is he going to be okay? How hot did you make it?”

“I can be such a clutz sometimes,” Jass snickered, running a hand through his long hair. “And he’ll be just fine.”

Hira slowly looked towards the door Zehn had fled behind. His mind suddenly went to an unknown place. Was he in there with his pants down?

“Hira,” Jass said, catching his butterfly-like attention. “You need to trust me on this, okay.”

He looked at the older har. “Trust you about what?”

Jass stepped closer. “Zehn is a really nice guy, but he will only want to sleep with you.”

Green jewels widened. Can this har read my mind?

“You’re new here,” Jass told him, smiling with care and concern in his features. “And you’re stunning to look at and listen to. But, he will only use you.”

Hira looked into those dark eyes and smiled. “And what makes you think I don’t want to use him?”

Oh, if only he had one of those image capturing thingies. The look on the older har’s face would have been priceless. Jass looked as if he had tripped over his own tongue and was about to choke on it, too.

“I’m kidding,” Hira whispered, looking down at his feet in apology. “I would never do something like that. Thank you for being concerned for me, Jass.”

He felt two hands rest on his slender shoulders. “For some odd reason, I can tell you’re going to be trouble.”

Hira looked up at him.

“The fun kind,” Jass chuckled.

“Damn it!” Zehn yelled, pulling the door open, stumbling out. “Something makes me think you tried to scorch my petals on purpose, Jassenah.”

“No,” Jass said, rolling his eyes. “And I’m sorry about the door. I’ve been trying to make Yzzi fix it for awhile now.”

“Are you all right?” Hira asked.

The golden har cocked his head to the side, looking at him like a large cat would. Those blue eyes were filled with something.

“Do you want to kiss and make it better?” Zehn asked him, winking.

Thunder boomed, rattling the walls.

“Okay, Zehn,” Jass said, snatching him by the arm. “You need to go home. That storm is coming just like you said it was.”

Zehn laughed, waving over his broad shoulder. “I’ll see you around, Hiraishin. Jass can get really jealous when I speak to others who are the slightest bit more pretty than him.”

There was a loud slap and an even louder yelp.

“Get out of here!” Jass yelled, shoving the cursing har out the door as lightning flashed. “And don’t you dare set foot in my home again until you have learned some proper manners!”

Hira just stood there in shock. Jass had just slapped Zehn across the back of the head with his hand. That had to really hurt.

“JASSY, WE’RE HOME!” A loud, but young voice shouted from behind where he was standing.

He spun around, looking down at a little harling. He looked so very young and so very adorable. The little harling’s eyes lit up.

“Are you one of the faerie people Papa talks about? Did you come to steal milk and honey? We have lots if you’re hungry, faerie.”

“What if I’m a bad faerie?” He asked who he assumed to be Zephyrus.

“You can’t be bad,” the little darkling smiled. “You’re too pretty.”

Hira smiled. Just because something was pretty didn’t mean they were always good. But, he didn’t dare tell him that. This little child was innocent.

“Ah, Hiraishin,” a new voice said. “I’m so happy to finally meet you.”

It was the hienama, Ysobi.

“You know the pretty faerie, Papa?” Zephyrus asked, bouncing over towards Hira, throwing his little arms around his thighs, squeezing. “We’re friends.”

Hira looked at the hienama. He wasn’t ugly, but he wasn’t all that impressive either. He was tall, possessed lanky hair, and a deep pair of eyes that looked ancient in such a young face.

“Oh, you’re home,” Jass said from behind Hira, coming back into the house. “What made you come in through the other door?”

Zeph looked around Hira’s legs. “Papa didn’t want to shatter Uncle Zen-Zen’s pride anymore than you already have by seeing you toss him out.”

“AH!” Ysobi yelled at the harling. “You wasn’t supposed to tell him that, you little traitor!”

Zeph laughed, jumping behind Hira, sticking his tongue out at his powerful papa. “Protect me, faerie.”

Oh, yes. Hira could feel Ysobi’s power. It was great.

“It is an honor to meet you, hienama Ysobi,” he said, bowing his head to him.

The older hara laughed. “Just Ysobi is fine.”

“Shall I show you to your room, Hira?” Jass asked, closing the door. It began to pour the rain just as it clicked.

He turned around, being mindful of their son holding onto him. “That would be very nice, thank you.”

“Pick me up, faerie,” Zeph chimed. “Pick me up, pick me up.”

He did so, making the little harling squeal in delight.

“We’ll get your bags,” Jass said, having Ysobi help. “You can unpack some things and I’ll begin setting the table.”

“Thank you,” he said as Zeph played with his curly locks.

“Go that way,” Zeph pointed. “And up the stairs. Your room is pretty. I helped decorate.”

“Okay,” he said, doing as the little feller told him.

“Don’t think you’re going to get out of taking a bath, Zeph,” Jass called from behind.

Hira fought not to snort. The little harling suddenly looked very cross and was pouting.

“Do you like to hear stories?” Hira asked him.

Zeph nodded. “I listen and know lots of stories.”

“Do you know the one about the witch-queen and her magic mirror?”

The little harling shook his head. “No.” His eyes were full of excitement. He looked like he really wanted to hear it.

“How about I tell you while you take your bath?” He asked him.

Zeph narrowed his eyes. “You’re tricky, faerie.”

That made him laugh. “You think so?”

“But, I like you,” Zeph said, suddenly yanking gently on his hair. “Tell me, tell me.”

“I will,” Hira said. “But first you have to show me how you decorated the room I’ll be staying in.”

“That one,” Zeph said, having Hira put him down. He watched the harling race into the room.

“That’s amazing,” Jass said from behind, making him turn. “I’ve never seen him take so warmly to a stranger before.”

Really?

“Faerie!” Zeph yelled. “Come see the pretty flowers I picked for you!”

“I guess my new name is Faerie,” Hira said, quickly heading into the room.

Zephyrus was standing before a vase of pink roses. He walked over. They smelled just as sweet as they looked.

“Oh, they’re beautiful,” he said, smiling at the harling. “Thank you so much.”

Zephyrus beamed with pure pleasure. “I knew you would like them.”

He did?

Jass and Ysobi put his leather bags down on the rather large bed. Ysobi yawned, telling him that he would send for him tomorrow at noon and left the room. He did look really tired.

“We’re having chicken,” Jass said. “Go take your bath, Zeph. The weather is only going to get worse.”

“Story,” Zeph said, pulling on Hira’s hand.

He looked at Jass. “Is it okay?”

Jass nodded.

“Once upon a time,” Hira said, running some warm water for the harling. “There lived a beautiful yet very jealous queen…”

To Be Continued

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