The bloodlines that lie within 2

The Harpies were the ones whose deaths were violent and they were not quite ready to fade yet.

The Harpy known as Titian, mother of Surreal, was watching the most recent of their group to be there, she was not one that she could keep her eyes off. She had been to Dune, and that was enough to keep her on probation.

“Titian.” It had been a long time since she had heard that voice. The called Witch, the daughter of Saetan’s soul, to see that she had come was interesting.

“Lady. Why have you come to the blankness of Hell?” Titian turned to study the young Queen’s face. What she saw there in those eyes were not those of Jeanelle Sadiablo, but of Witch.

“I need to have a talk with The Reverend Mother,” That smile did not suit well with Titian at all. It was more of the shiver of fear that went down her spine than anything else. “There are some things that I need to understand before I set off for Arrakis. She is the key to the mystery, but not to the answer.”

“Very Good Lady,” Titian answered and then led her to where her fellow harpies were keeping the Reverend Mother Company.

The two women looked at each other. One looking for something on the outside to help, one was looking on the inside.

“Its amazing that you were even gifted with a Jewel.” Jeanelle spoke at last, stunning the other woman out of her search.

“What ever do you mean? Where am I? I couldn’t have been sent to the underworld?”

“Yes. You have.” That tone of voice was awful. This was what has happened to the Lost Witch. She was reborn here, with in the reach of the Harpies. There would have to be something more. Something that she was not getting at.

“What are you doing here, Lady, when you could be something of great power?”

Jeanelle’s face darkened more. “I am something of great power.” A band of power brought the Mother to her knees. It was holding her on the ground, where nothing was touching her. “You are not the one who will be able to hold off the Storm that will be my anger or vengeance. Only the Son of MY soul will be able to do so.”

Shortly after, the Mother was returned to the Darkness.

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It was a while later that Daemon found her by the Hell Run. She looked so fragile, so dejected that he took off his coat and settled it about her shoulders, and sat down next to her on the cliff.

“She was unworthy?” He questioned, unsure of the ground that he was on.

“Yep. That Widow was making deals and unmaking them to get the strongest spice flow that could be.” Jeanelle spoke softly enough so Daemon had to listen carefully. “She didn’t want Paul Atriaties to be born, nor did she want the Twins to be born.”

“We’ll set things right, Love.”

“I hope we will, Daemon. Papa is going to have a new pupil, and I don’t think that Leto is going to be pleased with that fact. He’s been brooding about what is going to happen to his grandchildren.”

“Well, Perhaps Paul will have something to saw to his son, after all.” Jeanelle smiled up at him, and stood. Her hands still holding Daemon’s coat to herself. “We’ll leave at first light. The spacing guild has one of the Blood with in its ranks.”

“We’ll have an early shuttle then.” Daemon smiled down at his little Witch. “I’ll let Lucivar know that he and Daemonar are going to be coming with us.”

“Oh no, that will be too much for me. Lucivar and him together on the training field? I wonder who’s going to win the pissing match.”

Laughter on the wind was heard, as they went back to the landing circle, heading for home.