These Thirteen Nights I.III

3 out of 13: The Mistress Miss Mist

Once a year, across the world, there is a month where darkness falls as our dearest moon fades from his perch. Thirteen stories I will tell, each one much darker than the last. But do not doubt, that each is just as honest as the last. Thirteen stories I will share despite my fear that they will hear, so gather close and listen well. Hush now let's begin, the sun is setting on year one, of These Thirteen Nights.

Alone Vayne stood perplexed by the fact.
"The mistress, Miss Mist?" Vayne muttered to the dark and he quickly regretted it as its answer was prompt.
Why Hello little mortal what do wish." Came a voice from the dark as the grim mist grew thick. "You've summoned me here though I doubt you meant it, so what can I do for you during the world's blackest rest."
Vayne whirled in surprise and saw the bright silver eyes of a woman who looked no older than twenty-two. Her hair was bone white and as the mist pulled away the magic she wielded fell from her face. Now her eyes were dark blue although they still held a certain level of gloom. She wore simple boots with pants just as bland but the coat on her shoulders was impressive at least. Inlaid with silver with pockets galore, Vayne couldn't help but wonder what she kept in them all.
"What do you want?" The girl said again. She seemed a bit more than exacerbated, but her voice was still soft and monotone.
"Um, What's your name." Vayne floundered.
"Angelina Mist," The woman answered smoothly. "Please tell me that's not all you called me for."
"What? No of course not!" Vayne stammered. "I just want to make sure it's you, the poem said your name had been long lost to time."
"You thought I'd forgotten my own name?"
"What no. That doesn't make sense, I just wanted... Well, I thought I'd try... It was a stupid question." Vayne finally admitted.
"What do you want Vayne Raven." The woman asked again. This time she took a few steps and backed him up against the cold stone of the mountain face beside the Raven Lords Cave. "I have no love for tricks, and I care even less for simple stupidity."
Vayne was only mildly surprised that this woman knew his name, she probably knew more things than he would ever dream of.
"A god sent me to find thirteen creatures that live and thrive in darkness." Vayne blurted. 'He said my home would be destroyed if I failed. The giant bird man suggested I summon you next."
"The giant bird man," Angelia began while sarcastically over-enunciating every word. " is named Korax, and although the great ravens may call him Brrick, his recommendation is not a reason for me to assist you."
"No," Vayne admitted, "but I'm willing to bet that you won't let innocent people die."
"Oh really," Angelina sneered. "and what gives you that idea?"
"The poem," Vayne explained. "Korax said that you are not what you seem."
The mistress of the mist raised an eyebrow, "How is that relevant?"
"You seem pretty heartless." Vayne answered. "I'm hoping that you're not."
Cold laughter engulfed the clearing and echoed down into the darkness of Korax's cavern. "You are one of the stupidest humans I have ever met." Angelina cried as mist covered Vayne's vision once again. The last he saw of Angelina Mist was her Silver eyes. When The fog receded she was gone and he was alone, back where he started. He stared blankly into the night as tears rolled silently down his face and a million thoughts raced through his mind. What would Eliza think? What would happen to Raven Point? Was it already too late? Did ever have a chance to save them? The creatures of the night were traders. Negotiators, who bartered favors for favors. Even if he had something to barter with he had never been good at negotiating.
"What do I do now?" He cried as he pulled his legs to his chest and sat beside the entrance of Blackbird Cave. The cold stone slowly sapping his will.